Little Light

A super short chapter as I work on finishing up the rest of the story. I promise the next installment will be juicier!

~ Soph

"This is a whore's position." Edwin said.

Lucia let out a despairing moan, knowing it to be true. It was like the position he'd had her take before purchasing her, but now she was atop his silken sheets with her hands desperately scrabbling at its surface. She was on her knees, her bottom up in the air, and he gripped her hips as he pushed into her from behind.

Her face was buried into the pillow as she let out animalistic moans, unable to help her sounds as he ravaged her. She was glad her face was hidden away, for from his crude words she felt it grow warmer than it had already been.

Since he'd taken her the first time, this replaced their nightly ritual. Her secretive thought that she liked it this much was shameful, her body seeming to get wet in an instant whenever he looked at her after supper with hunger in his eyes. It never took long thereafter for her to find herself on his bed, writhing in desperation as he speared her open.

She hadn't considered that there were different ways to do it, but he had surprised her. He'd taken her on her back the first day, but other times she'd been laid on her side. It felt odd but without her legs in the way, he was impossibly deep when he pushed into her.

She'd felt her face grow hot earlier when he told her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. It had felt almost demeaning as he paced around her without hurry, the warmth of his hand stroking over the lines of her body and making goose pimples break out on her arms. She'd sucked in an anticipatory breath as his hand idled around her bottom, but his touch was light and brief and filled her with wanting.

"You're already getting wet," he said with amusement. "And I've barely laid a hand on you."

She squeezed her eyes shut as he put his hand on the small of her back and pressed down. She followed the wordless command, her hot cheek pressed against cool silk underneath her. She had an idea of what he might be seeing of her, all of her on display in front of those cool eyes.

He walked behind her, eliciting a whimper from her as a finger seemed to appear from nowhere, stroking along the length of her lips down there. The contact felt impossibly good. It was a reminder of how eager her body was, his finger gliding through her wetness again and drawing out a desperate moan from her.

Whenever she was in bed with Edwin, it felt as if she lost herself, control and alertness falling away from her far too quickly. The echoes of his words rang in her ears, and she heard them now as his fingers grasped her hips, pulling her bottom to him as he used her with quick strokes.

She craved it. She needed it.

It was the only thing on her mind as he grasped her hips, pulling her bottom to him as he used her with quick strokes. The pleasure seemed to radiate from her center up to the top of her head, making her feel woozy despite the uncomfortable truth that he'd been right about her from the beginning. It was like she was made to be here in this position, bent over in front of him as he had his way with her body.

She panted, her breaths mingling with the strained sounds of her exertion, her body wound tight around the part of him that claimed her. The sudden sharp sting of his hand striking her bottom made her cry out, even as she felt her passage pulse around him in response. It was only a few more strokes until he withdrew from her with gasps, and she felt the familiar sensation of his seed spilling across her back.

She kept her eyes squeezed shut, his heavy breathing behind her making her stomach tighten in a way she couldn't explain. She didn't want to put words to her shameful attraction. She remained where she was as Edwin swiped a cloth over her, wiping away the result of their union. His movements were soft, nearly tender, and he took his time as she stayed still, being cleaned.

It didn't take him long to clean her to his satisfaction, and before she knew it he was following the rest of their nightly ritual, pulling her to the bed and wrapping his warmth around her. The first night she'd found it uncomfortable to be held by someone as she tried to sleep. She thought it would feel more awkward, but her curves fit along his rigid form in a way that didn't feel unnatural. As she lay there willing her racing mind to still, his hot breaths leaked into her hair before turning into deep, rumbling snores.

Over the past few days, though, it began to be more of a steady comfort than a foreign presence, and today she found his warmth particularly nice. He had one arm underneath her head, the other one around her waist, and she wriggled in his arms to find a comfortable position.

"Are you trying to seduce me for another round?" He whispered into her hair, his hot breath tickling the back of her neck.

She stopped her movement immediately, her heart skipping a beat. He chuckled, tightening his arms around her and pressing his pelvis against her bottom. She was struck by a mix of fear and heated anticipation for a moment, but he seemed not to mean the threat as his breathing soon deepened. Lucia was left feeling odd, her body still wanting more despite herself.

She closed her eyes, finally letting her body relax. She moved the arm he had around her waist upwards, so that its weight draped over her chest. Edwin was a heavy sleeper, and once he was asleep she could typically do as she wanted. That was, except for leaving him. She'd slipped out of his arms a few nights ago, wanting to explore his estate, but he'd seemed to wake almost immediately. She almost screamed out loud when his hand grasped her wrist, and had to stammer out an excuse that she needed to use the washroom.

Lucia found her mind wandering as her body began to drift off, somewhere between slumber and her sobering reality. Even though she'd only been here for almost a couple of weeks, her life from before seemed so far away. Her heart still panged when she thought about her father, and to a certain extent, even for the mother that had betrayed her. Though Hope had sold Lucia away, the young woman still hoped that her mother had found a way to take care of the debt. If not for Hope's sake, then for little Theo's sake. Lucia had adored her younger brother, and missed his round cheeks and joyful coos.

Suddenly, her heart ached.

She wasn't the most unhappy being here: if anything, Edwin had been giving her everything she needed to live and survive, which was in some respects more than she might have expected had she remained with Hope. He'd even unlocked something within her, a thirst that both excited and scared her, and had been satisfying it a bit at a time.

In what felt like a betrayal to herself, Lucia turned over to face Edwin and nestled against him, her forehead fitting into the spot underneath his chin. Facing this way, she could faintly hear the steady rhythm of his heart. She gave a shuddering breath and pressed her face into the hem of his shirt, wishing it would stem the flow of unwelcome emotions rising up from within her.