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Age gap, praise, mommy kink,
corruption kink, etc...
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A series of muffled grunts followed by a familiar voice spewing expletives stopped you in your tracks on the way back towards your bedchambers.
Your ear couldn't help but press against the cold mahogany door in curiosity. You had been living with the Featherington's for months now, as you were fortunate enough to have such an honorary family introduce you to the Ton.
The well known door you were lurking behind was one you had always had to pass in order to get back to your room. The occasional noises could be heard from within, but there was something about the noises tonight that stole your attention. Lady Featherington sounded... different.
There was a loud groan followed by an object clattering to the floor. Your first thought was she was in distress, and instead of knocking, you rushed into her room to ensure she was okay.
Your feet stopped in their tracks as you entered her bedchambers, eyes immediately widening at the sight in front of you.
Portia was sprawled out against the mattress, legs wide open, and a hand between her thighs. A candle lying on the floor next to her bed, let you know what had been knocked over.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when a soft velvety voice called your name. You averted your eyes, but the crimson spreading across your face was prominent.
You had just caught Portia in her most intimate state. You should've turned around and ran, yet you stood still. Unmoved.
"Apologies, Lady Featherington! I-I heard a noise a-and thought you needed assistance... I was clearly wrong," you cleared your voice. "I shall forget I saw anything and leave you to—"
"Darling, I'm actually glad you're here," she admitted. "I could... use a bit of help. Close the door, would you?" she asked nonchalantly, clearly unphased by your sudden intrusion.
"I—uh, yes o-of course," you shut the heavy door behind you, eyes still training onto the plush carpet under your bare feet.
"Come here," she insisted.
Your mind was racing. You should be leaving. Not stepping towards the large bed that had the half-naked woman lying graciously across.
"Uhm.." you hesitated, clasping your hands together in front of you. "What do you need?"
"Well firstly, if you are going to speak to me I shall expect you to look at me as you do so." Her voice was rich and gentle, yet firm and demanding.
Your gaze left your feet, to eye the woman in front of you, finally looking her in the eye.
"Good girl," she said. You couldn't help but pull your bottom lip between your teeth at her praise. The small action not going unnoticed by the redhead. "I'm in a bit of a... dilemma. I need you to help me, darling."
"Help with...?" You trailed off, eyes knitting in visible confusion.
Portia couldn't help but chuckle at your innocence, whether it was purposeful or not. It was intriguing to her.
"I've been at this for hours," she said bluntly, fingers moving once more between her legs. "But, I just can't seem to..."
"Finish..." you ended her sentence for her, eyes dancing with your own curiosity as it dawned on you what she wanted you to do.
