Sounds of Fire

21

Anatolia fidgeted.

Her shirt was making her back itch and she wanted it off. Her first burns were healed but her newest ones were a bit raw and there was a slight itchiness left that was unbearable. The only thing that soothed it was the application of lotion, which she couldn't do without help.

She knocked on Lady Grace's bedroom door, pulling on her shirt awkwardly. When the door opened, she held out a bottle of aloe vera and frowned. "Help?"

Lady Grace smiled and took the bottle, offering a soft peck. "Come in."

Anatolia was quick to run inside, strip off her shirt, and lay belly down on the bed. She wriggled and rolled her shoulders. "Thank you. I can't tell you how itchy I am."

"I can see it. You're peeling nicely, though." Lady Grace removed a patch of dead, dry skin to prove her point. She started to rub in the lotion, moving slowly and gently. "Feel better?"

Moaning, Anatolia nodded. She felt cool relief touch her second round of burns in the middle of her back, then her pants slid down and relief touched the third round ones on her butt. There were a fourth set, two perfect handprints on her chest, directly above her breasts, but those were minor and hurt no more than a sunburn.

The painful trophies of successful sex were a nuisance, but Anatolia didn't mind them since they were signs that she was treating Lady Grace right. Besides, her fourth set of burns weren't bad. No doubt the next times won't have burns at all. That was the goal and Anatolia didn't care how many burns it took. Truth be told, she was starting to enjoy the heat that led up to Lady Grace's climax. It was a twisted joy, but joy all the same.

"Okay," Lady Grace said, rubbing the last of the lotion into her own hands. "All done."

Anatolia lifted herself and grabbed her shirt. "Nan almost figured it out," she said, pulling her shirt over her head. "She caught me trying to sit down and questioned me when I couldn't do it."

"What did you say?"

"I said it was my back, that I slept wrong."

"She bought it?"

Anatolia teetered her hand. "Eh... Probably not, but she didn't say anything." She had the suspicion that Nan definitely knew that something was up. The past few days, the cook was sniffing around like a bloodhound, sensing that something had shifted in the household.

"Do you think she suspects what's really happened?"

"I hope not." Anatolia made a face. "She'd probably kill me. Honestly. I really think she'll kill me."

Lady Grace laughed and slid her arm across Anatolia's shoulders. She scooted into Anatolia's lap and sighed, smiling. "We'll have to tell her eventually. As fun as it is sneaking off, I want to have you in my own bed again."

Anatolia had to admit that a bed would be nice. The office had been a thrill, as did the car, but a soft bed had the most appeal. Getting burned in bed wouldn't be such a hassle.

"But... can't we just... not tell her?" she said.

Running her fingers through Anatolia's hair, Lady Grace pursed her lips. "You're scared of her."

It couldn't even be denied. "I'm telling you!" Anatolia waved her hand towards nothing. "That woman uses devil magic, I know it." She ignored the kiss that came to her temple. "She'll steal my soul and feed it to a demon. I'm not telling her. You can tell her."