The sudden intrusion hangs like a guillotine over the moment. Violet's entire body tenses, her back pressing flush against the scattered papers on the desk as the door creaks open. A sliver of hallway light cuts across her bare chest, her disheveled skirt still hiked up around her hips.
Click.
The sound of her metal fingers curling against the wooden desk is unnaturally loud. A maid peers in, eyes widening as they flick from Violet's exposed skin to the stranger still between her thighs. "...Apologies, Miss Evergarden," she stammers, her face burning crimson as she hastily averts her gaze. "T-there's a client waiting-"
Violet's lips part, but no sound comes out-what does one say in this situation? Her visitor doesn't share her hesitation. With a calmness that borders on criminal, they lean in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Tell her to leave." The command is a low growl, hot against her damp skin.
Her breath hitches.
She should push them away. She should stand, smooth her clothes, and resume her duties with the same mechanical detachment she's known for.
"N-now is not a good time," she manages, voice thick with barely restrained want. The maid doesn't need to be told twice; she mutters another apology and all but flees, slamming the door behind her.
Bang!
Silence.
Violet swallows, pulse hammering against her ribs. They haven't moved-their hand still lingering between her legs, fingertips glistening with her own slick. The air between them is thick, suffocating, her nipples pebbled tight from the cold-or from anticipation.
They smirk.
"You enjoyed that," they murmur, dragging a single digit along her soaked folds just to watch her hips jerk.
"Tch-!"
She tries-and fails-to stifle the whimper clawing its way up her throat. Then, without warning, they lift her legs scrambling for purchase as they bodily haul her off the desk. Papers flutter to the floor in their wake, forgotten. Seconds later, she's pressed against the bookshelf, the spines of leather-bound tomes digging into her bare back.
A gasp escapes her when they drop to their Their mouth crashes onto her cunt like a starving man, tongue laving a broad stripe from her dripping entrance to her throbbing clit.
Lllrrp.
Her knees buckle, hands fisting in their hair as pleasure jolts through her like lightning.
"F-fuck-!" The curse spills from her lips before she can stop it, her mechanical fingers twitching where they tangle in their strands. "Ngh-there, right there- !" They groan against her, vibrations sending shock waves through her oversensitive nerves. Each flick of their tongue is deliberate, cruel, until she's sobbing, thighs trembling around their head.
She can feel it building again-that tight coiling in her gut-but this time, they don't let her chase it. Instead, they pull away, leaving her gasping.
"Beg."
The word is a command, rough and unyielding. Violet's lips part-indignation wars with the emptiness between her legs. "...P-please," she breathes, voice broken. They chuckle, dark and pleased, before slamming two fingers back inside her-
squelch!
curling just right as their tongue flicks her clit at a merciless pace.
Lick.
Lick.
Suck.
It's too much. It's not enough. Her vision whites out as she shatters, cunt convulsing around their fingers as she screams...
(To be continued...?)