"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
I finish the last of my drink and put the empty glass back on the table.
"I think I'll head off to bed if that's alright with you," I proclaim and rise from the couch. Isobel stands as well.
"Of course, let me show you to your room," she says and leads me out of the sitting room.
We head up the stairs and follow the hallway all the way down to the bottom, where a maid then opens a door. The room looks a bit like the room I had been in with Isobel earlier, only this is smaller and in a more light colour scheme.
"I already had a maid move all of your new dresses into the wardrobe, along with a few nightdresses and such as well," Isobel says, before turning around towards the door.
"Thank you," I say and smile towards her, so happy for all that she has done for me, as well as happy to have a female friend again.
"You're welcome. Good night," she says and closes the door. I let out a sigh, drained from all of the new impressions the day has brought. I turn and approach a floor-length mirror, eager to get out of the dress. Even though it's magnificent, I fear I might need a few more days to get my body used to a corset - not that it's uncomfortable per se, it's just different. I start by hooking the bodice open and pulling it off, followed by unhooking the latch holding the skirt up around my waist. I put the two pieces of the dress over the back of a chair in a corner along with the petticoat and corset cover that had been underneath. Then I return to the mirror. I'm only clad in a chemise and corset now.
I look in the mirror, then look down at myself, not quite sure how to untie the strings to the corset. Isobel had helped me put it on, and I reckon I might need help getting it off as well. I rub my hands over my face in frustration and then turn to the door. I might get one of the maids to help me. Before I get to open the door, however, I hear a firm but polite knock. I look down myself and decide that even though I'm not wearing the dress anymore, the corset and chemise are of high enough quality, not to be indecent wear on their own in this situation.
"Come in," I say in a loud voice, and then the door is pushed open. Dom pokes his head in and gives me a wicked smile as he spots me.
"I just wanted to wish you a good night's sleep," he says, and some of my frustration eases.
"Thank you, you too," I reply, but just before Dom pulls his head back again, I stop him.
"Actually... Could you help me?" I ask him. He might as well be the one to get the honour of helping me undress, since he so clearly stated earlier, that that is what he wanted to do.
"Of course, M'lady," he says with an indulgent smile before looking back down the hallway, sliding into my room, and closing the door without a sound and without taking his eyes off me. He approach me with three long strides and then bows down before me like a servant would, except he keeps his eyes playfully locked with mine.
"How may I assist you?" he asks, and I roll my eyes, as I give him a small push. I turn around to face the mirror, and then lift up my long red hair from my back. I meet his eyes in the mirror.
"Stand up and help me with this, please," I basically demand, to which he obliges. He straightens his back and walks up behind me, all the while observing and almost devouring my body with his eyes. I feel a slight tingle down my neck as I see the desire win over the playfulness in his eyes.
My hands are still in my hair, and so he slides his hands from my elbows and slowly down over my ribcage before he rests them on my waist. He lowers his head down towards me as if he's trying to smell my perfume. Then his eyes snap up and capture mine in the mirror, and I feel my breath catch. My arms start to falter, so I don't fight him when he leans back and takes my arms to lead them to rest down by my sides.
"Let me," he says, and I nod while wetting my lips. He smirks in response, before returning his gaze to my back. Slowly he wraps one hand around my hair and then moves it to rest over my shoulder. Then he kisses my now exposed neck on the spot where he always bites me. I feel the familiar tingles run down my spine at that. He then pulls back and lets his hands undo the lacing from the top. I close my eyes and take a deep and satisfied breath, as the pressure is released around my ribs.
After releasing the tension on the strings all the way down, he then snakes his hands from my back and down under my arms, to rest them around my ribs. He places them just below my breast making his pointer finger and thumb almost disappear just under the fold of them. I gasp in anticipation, wondering what he might do next. I meet his eyes in the mirror, matching the desire and lust in them. I hold his gaze, as I feel his hands gently graze over the peaks of my breasts, before clasping around the top of the corset.
He pulls the two pieces towards each other to get the latches to release one by one all the way down the busk in the front. The corset falls to the ground around me, as the last hook loses its grip, and I suddenly feel exposed. Even though I'm still wearing a chemise over my body, it's quite sheer and thin, allowing Dom to almost make out the shape, form and colour of every part of my body.
I notice how his movements have frozen in place, as his eyes take in every detail now exposed to him. This makes me confident and my ego bigger, so I lift my chin and look at him with pride and lust.
"Like what you see?" I ask, and his eyes meet mine. The look in them says everything I need to know. I turn around to face him, before wrapping my arms around his neck and looking deeply into his desire-filled eyes.
"Then why don't you help me with the rest as well?"
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