They were almost two strangers, so different this was from their last meeting. Obviously, this darkness has been hidden with them, wrapped in layers of high society etiquette, but Elsie would not have guessed these dark egos would meet today - at a garden party of all things. But no sooner had her lips touched his, then something exploded between the two of them. If they had had chemistry before, then the laboratory had just burnt down. And yet, this was not kind, nor was it for the benefit of the other. Each was to take the pleasure they could get, dominate the other.
Augustus had strength on his side, but Elsie had youth. She allowed her tongue and hands to explore, north and south respectively, and she used the tricks she knew to arch a man'a spine - and she knew her fair share of tricks. No touch, however, was given in the name of affection or companionship. Elsie found it invigorating, this animalistic approach to sex - for this definitely was not lovemaking.
Her fingers raked his back, her spine went rigid, her head tipped backwards. Their last romp had been pleasant, but this brought pleasure she had not foreseen for the afternoon. The height of the billiards table was perfect, giving the right amount of leverage, and neither were shy in their conquest of nature. Her hands continued to explore, continued to grip him and the table convulsively when she was taken off guard.
And then, it was over. He moved away and she sat up, her hair falling around her, her lips curled into a satisfied smirk. But, before she could deliver anything to him, he had excused himself. She blinked as he left, calling out for a rain check. Though noticeable surprise was left on her face, only present because his back was facing her, she managed to call out in her suave voice, "I'll have my people call your people."
And then he was gone. She did not move for a good few moments, letting her body take stock of itself. She could feel her blood pumping to every corner of her body. Shock or not, she had not felt so alive in so long. She knew that whatever this was was horribly unhealthy and wrong for her, but if it made her feel like this, she wanted it more. Did he think she would crumble to be denied affection? It was what she was used to, and it only affirmed her own assumptions towards him. It made her feel better to look forward to another rendezvous because it did not have to be founded on affection towards him.
She did not feel as though she had won, but she definitely knew she had not lost.
by Elsie Norton Mon Jul 21, 2014 4:54 am
