⚠️Sexual Content⚠️
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"I..." Treasured is an understatement of the attention mines desperately craved at this moment. I have been trying to be a little courteous of evening, and not allow my sexual desires take control, but how much more can I take.

He pushes my hair out of my face, proceeding to slowly trail said finger down my neck, and slowly down the center of my exposed chest.

I never wear bras with these type of dresses. The material is normally able to cover it up, yet if he was to pass his hand—I gasp as tingles shoot through my body, at the feel of his thumb lightly grazing over my right nipple; the nub pebbling almost instantly.

I find myself arching my chest into him, as he palms my breast.

The image of the painting in my office, flashes across my mind, and I smile. I was confident of my body like the woman in the painting. Fulled out in all the right places, and he looked pleased that his palm fully covered me.

"You didn't answer my question flower." He lowly mutters, his eyes holding me in a whirlpool of desire.

I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering close as I bask in the feel of his thumb rubbing slow circles against my nipple.

A knock interrupts us again, but he doesn't let go of me.
"What is it?" He asked with his eyes still on me.

"Lady Agatha's carriage has arrived." The voice declares.

Gene's here.

"We will be down shortly."

"Yes sir." He lets me go, stepping away from me and I fix myself.

The tension in the room was mind bothering. So much so, that I believe if someone stood right outside the door they themselves would be able to feel it.

Lutalo's breathing as well had slowed down, eyes portraying the yearning my body felt for him.

"Maybe next time, I will get an answer my Lady?"

An answer? My eyes glance to his lips, and then meet his eyes again.
"An answer my Lord?" He nods.

"An answer my Lady."

I take slow steps towards him, neither of us removing our gaze from the other.

I stop in front of him, slowly trailing my hands up his chest, before wrapping them around his neck.

"An answer my Lord." I softly whisper, pulling his body down to me, tip toeing slightly to meet him.

He grabs onto my waist, fingers pressing firmly against my skin. Our lips moved in a slow sensual tango, deep gut wrenching desire filling my stomach, as if the years of craving him have final found their place and they don't know just how to function.

A low almost painful moan resonates from both of us, his arms wrapping around my waist pulling my body closer to him.

We both pull away, in an desperate attempt for air, his eyes holding the same hunger I had for him.

Nothing ever written amounts to the reality of his touch. Absolutely nothing. It felt painfully blissful.

My treasure aches for him. My body calling out to him.

"An answer my lady." He repeats.

"Touch me My Lord."

Without thought, he lifts me up and rests me on his desk, getting down on to his knees. The sight of a powerful man, like this, was truly a sight to behold.

He trails his hands up the sides of my legs, pausing at the end of my dress.

"May I?" He asks, and I nod yes, not trusting my words.

Someone knocks again, but neither of us reply. His hands were rough against my soft skin, as he raised my dress up, eyes gazing at my flawless ebony skin with wonder.

I guess I can thank my mother for the religious oiling of my body, that has left my skin flawlessly smooth, and I haven't stopped doing it either.

"You're skin is beautiful."

"Thank you." I reply in an airy whisper. He stands to his feet, yet his right hand continued it's trail up my inner thigh.

My breathing was somewhat embarrassing but I could not care for it, his hand was close to my treasure and I desperately wanted him to touch to.

He begins to massage the crease between my thigh and my treasure, causing me to groan angrily, grabbing on to his ponytail, tugging at it hard enough to make my point clear.

"Stop teasing My Lord." Chuckling, he finally gives me what I want, fingers touching against me, moans coming from both him and I.

"Please Lutalo, I need you to touch fully me."

"And here I was enjoying the dominant woman before me." He utters, putting his hand into my underwear, calloused fingers touching my sensitive nub.

My head falls back in delight, a shaky, breathless moan, erupting from my lips. A broad smile coming on to my lips.

"What do you need me to do for you My Lady?" He whispers against my neck.

"Finger me."

"With pleasure." His fingers enter my hole, and I moan loudly, opening my legs wider for him. Lifting my head, I grab hold of his hair, bringing his head down to me, kissing him.

This is what I meant when I wrote the words: To be lost in the pleasure he gave me, fingers buried deep inside my glorious canal. My lips never seeming to be able to meet, because of the powerful sounds that I released.

Fingers leading me to the blissful end, an end I am proud to meet.

My head falls on to his shoulder as I treasure clenches down around his fingers as I cum. His soft kisses to the side my head, his praises of encouragement, tugging at my heartstrings as I ride out my high.

To dream and fantasize about this, truly does not compare to the actual thing. It would of been better if we had not crossed this barrier, but now, I will constantly need my fill.

"Flower..." I look towards him, trying my best to calm my breathing.

I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him to stand in front of me, wrapping my legs around him and pulling his body close enough to mines, so that I can feel the print of him.

"You asked if my cunt wanted to be treasured?"

Pulling his hair out of the tie, I softly massage his scalp, earning a low groan to resonate in his chest.
"To have your rough hands, touch my feminine pleasure." He licks his lips, and I lean forward, sucking against his tongue. He tightens his hold on my waist, fingers pressing deeply into my skin.

Pulling away, I lightly brush our lips against each other again, eyes locking to his, softly whispering;
"My mind runs with the fantasy of your thick cock, penetrating me. To feel its dominant claim, to its rightful place." I grind my aching core against his clothed member, the thickness I felt through his pants, sparking excitement into me. Just how big is he?

"I want to bellow your name in ecstasy, let the entire Kingdom know of who I belong to." Lightly licking his lips, he groans deeply, making my smile.
"Not afraid to surrender my body to the euphoria you will bring me. All I ask my lord...Take me wholly; mind, s-oul and body." My words crack slightly at the end, the tension of the atmosphere almost suffocating.

"My Lord..."

"I have watched you from a distance my lady." My eyes widen in surprise, his hands coming to hold my face, eyes searching mines.
"Wondered of what brought joy to your day. What made your face beam with delight; The desire to be the only reason behind it." He pushes my hair behind my ears.

"To please you is my priority. My duty to satisfy every ache, and need; honored to be the one to truly worship your bewitching body.

My tongue thirsts for the taste of you sweet nectar; cock pines to fill every hole you will allow it to replenish. Find no doubt in my promise my lady, your cunt will be treasured, it shall be cherished."

"Lutalo..."

"Shall I do as you have asked of me constantly through your writings?" I gasp loudly, my eyes widening as he pushes two fingers into me again. Groaning against my lips, as if pleased by how aroused I was for him.

"My Lord..." I breathlessly call to him, my head falling back in euphoric bliss, as his fingers slowly work themselves in me.

I don't know how to accurately describe the sensations I am feeling. My chest felt like...like there's a deep yearning. A yearning no word can seem to accurately convey.

My moans were soft and airy, yet I wanted to scream, cry; beg for him to thoroughly fulfill my every desire as he has so boldly declared.

I tightened my arms around him, needing more support for how overwhelmed I felt, grinding my wet core feverishly against his fingers.

"Lutalo? Agatha?" We hear his mother knock at the door.
"Is everything alright?"

My hips to stop moving out of reflex, and I look towards the door, but Lutalo simply increases his pace, causing me to look to him. Biting down on my lip, I try to suppress the loud moan that almost left them.

"Do not bite your lips flower."

He curls his fingers upward, touching something within me that quakes my entire body.

With only a few more strokes, my treasure tightens around his fingers once again. Stars filling my vision, head falling back, a loud moan bursting from my lips.

I could feel him gently rubbing my back, but my mind was still somewhat absent from reality.

"Take all the time you need flower." He softly whispers to me, kissing my neck.

When I was finally able to open my eyes, and look at him, he stared down at me somewhat lovingly?

"Beautiful indeed." I look down, trying to hide my blushing face.
"Let me go get a towel to clean you."

Clean me?

He moves away, walking towards the corner of the room. I watch as he pushes against the wall and it opens to a bathroom. I stare at it amazed. I would not have known it to be there.

He walks back out with a towel in hand, and truthfully I had no words.

Is this how a man truly treats a woman?

"Thank you." I whisper as he finishes clean me.

"You never have to thank me Agatha." He rests the towel aside, helping me to stand. My feet give out slightly, but he quickly catches me.

I silently stood there as he lifts my underwear back up my legs, then helping me to fix my dress. He passes his hand through my hair, before pushing the strands in front of my face behind my ears.

Did I mention I was in awe of the man in front of me. It's as if...

"I wonder the feeling of a man. The feeling that did not come accompanied with pain. To feel cherished, and desired. Loved and respected.

Could there be more to the pain that fills my core God of Heaven? Is there a feeling where pleasure made me crave the genuine affection of sex, rather than despise the very existence of it." I say aloud as I write into my journal, tears falling from my eyes.

"When you get home, I want you to take a warm bath. It will help with the soreness you may feel." I subconsciously nod, and he cups my cheek.

"What troubles you?" I shake my head, beginning to smile.

"Nothing. I just remember something from my past." He nods, leaning down to briefly pecking my lips.

"Let's not keep them waiting any longer." I nod, but my eyes find the large tint in his pants.

"Maybe next time, if you please," I look up to him.
"I'll suppress your arousal with it."

"Please." He smiles, nodding.

"You never have to ask for me to pleasure you flower, just tell me, and it's yours." He says, grabbing hold of my chin, kissing me again.

"Noted my Lord." I smile, and he does as well.

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Gene gets into the carriage first, and I turn to him.

"Join me for lunch tomorrow." I nod, smiling.

"I would love to my lord." He smiles, placing a soft kiss against side of my face, then helping me to get into the carriage.

"You ladies reach home safe." He closes the door.

"We will. And Mr. Obasi.."
Oh no.
"Lutalo please." He tells her.

"Lutalo." She repeats, glancing at me and smiles.
"Thank you for service. I am sure you are a great leader."

"Excuse her Lutalo." I narrow my eyes at her she laughs. I knew she was hinting at something else. Lutalo chuckles, mentioning that it was quite alright.

"Drive safely." We nod. He looks to me, leaning down and I give him my ear.
"Sleep well." He says and kisses my cheek. My face warms,and Gene squeals next to us.

He straightens back up, instructing the coachman to move off, going to stand by his mother's his side.

"You ladies reach home safely!" She waves.

"Oh my heart cannot handle the essence of that moment." Gene gushes, pulling on my arm.
I roll my eyes, looking out the window to the back of the carriage, seeing his mother talking to him, before he looks back to us with a smile.

"Tell me everything." Gene demands, grabbing my hand.