...for we know even if guilt doth come, it will seek not us…
All was dark yet I knew I was awake - and cold. I turned my head to look at the clock yet I couldn’t make out anything. What time was it? Probably it was still night-time for I felt I hadn’t rested at all. I let a shivering breath escape from my cramped lungs. Something was not right. Were the doors opened? It was so cold and I couldn’t move and I just waited. The blanket was so heavy and the air so cold that it was hard to breathe in again. Gradually, however, my eyes got accustomed to the darkness and my mind cleared. Then something crossed my mind. There was no sculpture in my room. How could I have fallen asleep with that in mind? There are no sculptures here but in the garden. I looked around in a hurry and then saw her – the intruder.
In my room, right before my bed, there was a figure standing, motionless, just like a sculpture. I pushed away my blanket quickly and without much of a thought I gave in to the curiosity that my mind was overflown with and jumped up. I rushed to the figure and grabbed its neck… no, her neck - it was Loretta. The young maid was standing there still with my hands around her neck and I had no idea why. She let out a squeak trying to breathe. I wondered what I was doing. But I didn’t let go, no, I pushed her back and pinned her against the wall. I knew I had caught her. It was still dark but I was able to see the short dress she was wearing and those black stockings underneath.
“Please,” she whimpered.
What was she thinking, playing with me like that? She made me angry and she had no business in my room whatsoever.
“No!”
I released her neck but pressed my hand firmly on her mouth letting her speak no longer. What had she been trying to do to me? I would have had Cornelius punish her however that man was used to punishing the girl. Yet what would he have done? Would he have beaten, or embarrassed her? I grinned... Cornelius must be a sick pervert after all - that was clear by just looking at the girl. Her slender body was too alluring. She was a little girl covered only by that tight-fitting dress and nothing more. Who would leave her so helpless? Loretta tried to pull my hand away but to no avail - her resistance was futile. I took hold of one of her arms and I couldn’t help but notice how my hand totally enclosed hers. She was so subtle – a girl in her weak and helpless presence yet so mischievous and provocative.
I let go of her arm and slid my hand across her low-cut neckline. She was breathing frantically but she still could provide no resistance. My hand was feeling her feverish body and slowly descending towards her bosom. She was so tender and aphrodisiac it was thoroughly a satisfying thing to do. Loretta closed her eyes. She knew I could do what I pleased with her and that she deserved to be embarrassed like that. I pulled the shoulder of her dress down revealing her snow-white breast and moved closer pushing her body against the wall with my own. I could feel how she was breathing - her breasts pressed against me. I slid my hand down across her tightly laced dress slowly. I wanted to elongate her suffering as much as I could. My hand travelled further slowly caressing Loretta’s hip and thigh until her pleasingly short dress ended and I could feel her soft skin beneath indicating to me that I could raise my hand again to explore her womanly features under it.
As I moved my head closer and let my lips touch her neck and shoulder I stopped to think on what I was doing. I couldn’t know if I had gone completely mad or not, but I could play with my Aphrodite like she had wanted to play with me and I didn’t care anymore. She pressed her eyes shut in absolute embarrassment and I noticed she was crying as I was sliding my hand upon her lingerie. It delighted me. She had given in to me and surrendered letting me know I could take her. I had achieved my goal. I stuck my fingers under her lingerie and pulled abruptly tearing them off and exposing her entirely. “See, what you get,” was the only thing I could think of to say as I was lifting her up against the wall by her thighs. And Loretta, even though I had released her chin, didn’t reply to me but kissed my lips and let me in.
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