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care that she wasn't hurt—she'd get to like it just as much as the normal way.
Simple soul that he was, Maurice blushed and stammered enough to satisfy the most jaded flirt.
"You are so pretty," he finally burst out, despite the fact that B.G. had to be listening through his headset.
"I really hope we get to fuck."
Charity laughed at this, seeming pleased by his directness. Whether she'd guessed they had an invisible observer, Eric couldn't tell. Her wink of answer, noncommittal though it was, made Maurice tug at the cloth stretched across his crotch. Eric was impressed by the bulge she'd managed to inspire.
"That's enough," he said, catching her hand before she could "accidentally" brush against it. "Leave Maurice at least a fraction of his brain for driving."
She didn't pout or pull away her hand, but her smile said she knew what her performance had done to him. Predictably, she chose to sit up front with Maurice when the chauffeur drove the Phantom down the ramp at Bremerton.
She made quite a seduction of handing back Maurice's jacket, going so far as to help him button up. Eric wondered if she knew how long she'd have to keep this up. They had a drive ahead of them; Mosswood was deep in the Olympic forest, closer to the Pacific side of the peninsula. Rather than point this out, Eric swung into the back without comment. He told himself he wasn't worried. The car had no window between the seats. Charity couldn't say anything to their driver that he wouldn't hear.
To ensure she also didn't do anything he couldn't see, he slid forward to the edge of his seat. It was a toss-up as to whether this or Charity's simple nearness unnerved Maurice more.
When she slipped off her pumps and crossed her ankles on the walnut dash, the car bobbled in the lane.
The incline of her legs made her hem fall halfway up her shapely thighs. Back at her apartment, Eric had instructed her to finish off her outfit with real stockings. Now they shimmered like golden sand.
Maurice heaved a long-suffering sigh.
"I'm sorry," he said at her inquiring smile. "I love the view, but it's been way too long since any of us got off."
Charity twitched the hem to her knees. "What do you mean? I thought the game didn't start until I reached the estate."
"Well, uh—" Maurice darted a quick look into the back, but Eric had no wish to censor his answer.
Apparently, his earpiece gave him no direction, either. "Usually that's the case, but Mr. Berne started the proceedings early. As soon as you were chosen, he said everyone had to wait until you arrived. We weren't even allowed to masturbate."
His voice lowered on the word as if Charity were too much of a lady to have her ears defiled. Eric doubted she noticed. Her cheeks were flushed with what might have been anger but probably was not.
Her feet came down with a thunk, and she turned on the leather to face Maurice. "How long ago was that?"
"Three weeks," Maurice answered. "Three weeks and twelve horny hours without an orgasm." He laughed at his own doleful tone. "I was starting to pray for a wet dream so I could stop hobbling around."
"Three weeks," Charity repeated, then pressed her tongue between her lips. "What would have happened if you'd disobeyed?"
Maurice's big, square hands shifted on the wheel. "We-ell," he said with a grin that probably surprised her. "If I'd really cut loose, I'd have been kicked out. If I'd just misbehaved a bit, I'd have been punished."
"You say that like it's a good thing."
"Oh, it is a good thing, believe me, even if it does make a person nuts."
Wetting her lips again, Charity shook her head in disbelief. "I don't think I'll ever learn to like following rules."
"You'll see," Maurice predicted. "After you've been waiting a while, after you've been teased until you think you're gonna go insane, when you finally get some, it just about blows your head off. I never had sex like that before I came to Mosswood. Never knew it existed. Once, I actually had an orgasm from
Simple soul that he was, Maurice blushed and stammered enough to satisfy the most jaded flirt.
"You are so pretty," he finally burst out, despite the fact that B.G. had to be listening through his headset.
"I really hope we get to fuck."
Charity laughed at this, seeming pleased by his directness. Whether she'd guessed they had an invisible observer, Eric couldn't tell. Her wink of answer, noncommittal though it was, made Maurice tug at the cloth stretched across his crotch. Eric was impressed by the bulge she'd managed to inspire.
"That's enough," he said, catching her hand before she could "accidentally" brush against it. "Leave Maurice at least a fraction of his brain for driving."
She didn't pout or pull away her hand, but her smile said she knew what her performance had done to him. Predictably, she chose to sit up front with Maurice when the chauffeur drove the Phantom down the ramp at Bremerton.
She made quite a seduction of handing back Maurice's jacket, going so far as to help him button up. Eric wondered if she knew how long she'd have to keep this up. They had a drive ahead of them; Mosswood was deep in the Olympic forest, closer to the Pacific side of the peninsula. Rather than point this out, Eric swung into the back without comment. He told himself he wasn't worried. The car had no window between the seats. Charity couldn't say anything to their driver that he wouldn't hear.
To ensure she also didn't do anything he couldn't see, he slid forward to the edge of his seat. It was a toss-up as to whether this or Charity's simple nearness unnerved Maurice more.
When she slipped off her pumps and crossed her ankles on the walnut dash, the car bobbled in the lane.
The incline of her legs made her hem fall halfway up her shapely thighs. Back at her apartment, Eric had instructed her to finish off her outfit with real stockings. Now they shimmered like golden sand.
Maurice heaved a long-suffering sigh.
"I'm sorry," he said at her inquiring smile. "I love the view, but it's been way too long since any of us got off."
Charity twitched the hem to her knees. "What do you mean? I thought the game didn't start until I reached the estate."
"Well, uh—" Maurice darted a quick look into the back, but Eric had no wish to censor his answer.
Apparently, his earpiece gave him no direction, either. "Usually that's the case, but Mr. Berne started the proceedings early. As soon as you were chosen, he said everyone had to wait until you arrived. We weren't even allowed to masturbate."
His voice lowered on the word as if Charity were too much of a lady to have her ears defiled. Eric doubted she noticed. Her cheeks were flushed with what might have been anger but probably was not.
Her feet came down with a thunk, and she turned on the leather to face Maurice. "How long ago was that?"
"Three weeks," Maurice answered. "Three weeks and twelve horny hours without an orgasm." He laughed at his own doleful tone. "I was starting to pray for a wet dream so I could stop hobbling around."
"Three weeks," Charity repeated, then pressed her tongue between her lips. "What would have happened if you'd disobeyed?"
Maurice's big, square hands shifted on the wheel. "We-ell," he said with a grin that probably surprised her. "If I'd really cut loose, I'd have been kicked out. If I'd just misbehaved a bit, I'd have been punished."
"You say that like it's a good thing."
"Oh, it is a good thing, believe me, even if it does make a person nuts."
Wetting her lips again, Charity shook her head in disbelief. "I don't think I'll ever learn to like following rules."
"You'll see," Maurice predicted. "After you've been waiting a while, after you've been teased until you think you're gonna go insane, when you finally get some, it just about blows your head off. I never had sex like that before I came to Mosswood. Never knew it existed. Once, I actually had an orgasm from
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