"I can resist everything except temptation."
— Oscar Wilde
Eleanor swallowed hard.
She wanted to run.
But then the face of Lady Katerina crossed her mind, and she pushed the dress off her shoulders instead.
The gown slipped off her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her in a tight white corset, matching silk stockings, and thin white panties.
The lacing of the corset shoved her breasts upward until pale flesh spilled over the top of the fabric, rising and falling with every heavy breath.
"That is a sight to behold," Adrian said, grinning. "But why are you punishing those poor breasts? Let them know what freedom feels like."
Eleanor flinched at his words and she instinctively reached up to cover her breasts and her eyes fell on the floor, not wanting to look Adrian in the eyes.
"Oh! Don’t feel shy now!" Adrian smiled at her pleasantly as he put his fingers against her chin and made her look in his eyes, "We are way past it, My lady!"
Lady Eleanor flinched against his touch but as she looked him in the eye, under his adamant gaze, she could not stop herself from reaching behind her back and fumbled with the laces while her breathing turned ragged.
The humiliation of stripping for an eighteen-year-old boy in her husband’s study was devastating, and still the pheromones made her wet, unable to resist.
The moment the laces came free she pulled the corset off and let it drop. Her breasts bounced loose with her pink nipples already hard and standing.
"My Lady, you are enjoying this already," Adrian said. He stepped forward at once and cupped her with both hands.
"Ahhh. Sweet heavens..." Eleanor gasped, her back arching as the sound broke into a moan.
Adrian squeezed her gently, kneading the soft weight of her breasts while his thumbs pressed hard into her stiff nipples.
"Fuck, you are sensitive," he muttered, dragging his nails lightly over the tight peaks.
Eleanor whimpered. Her knees buckled under the pleasure of his hands, and she would have gone down if he had not caught her arm and forced her to stand again.
"Look at me," Adrian whispered softly and Lady Eleanor opened her eyes, lips parted, and staring at the young vampire.
"Julian thought he broke me today," Adrian said slowly, his grip still tight in her hair. "He thought he was a real man because he can play with a little lightning."
"Now you tell me, My Lady. Do you think he is the real man?"
"Please... don’t..." Eleanor bit her lip, unwilling to answer, "Don’t... make me..."
"No... no... please don’t..." Eleanor gasped as she shook her head, pursing her lips, "He isn’t... You are."
"Say it properly," Adrian demanded. "Tell me what your son is, and tell me why you are standing half-naked in front of me."
Eleanor choked on a sharp breath. The degradation swallowed her, and the confession came out of her anyway.
"Julian... Julian is a coward. A pathetic, weak boy, just like his father. Useless. Oh heavens, please don’t...."
"Not so fast, My Lady." Adrian smirked as he held her wrists in his hand and pulled them over her head.
"Tell me," Adrian pressed, his hand dropping to her thigh and dragging upward. "What did his cowardice turn his mother into?"
"Please Adrian... Don’t do this to me," Eleanor gasped. Her hips trembled as the moan escaped her, "Don’t make me say it. Don’t touch me like that. I feel..."
"You gave in too easily," Adrian smirked, released her wrists, and caught her by the hips.
He lifted her off the floor and leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers in a passionate, demanding kiss.
Lady Eleanor did not resist this time. She gave in, and reached up as she held his face in her trembling palms, kissing him back with an eagerness that left no room for question. The final restraint has been pulled down.
He set her on the edge of the desk and let the kiss continue for a few more seconds before he broke it without warning.
"Uhmnnn," Lady Eleanor groaned, following his mouth, unwilling to let him go just yet.
Adrian swept his arm across the desk and sent the ledgers, inkwells, and expensive quills crashing to the wooden floor in a loud, chaotic mess that splattered ink across the rug.
Eleanor was startled by the noise and some sanity returned in her eyes.
"The guards," she gasped, "They must be outside, guarding the hallway. If they hear..."
Adrian stepped between her spread legs and laid a finger over her mouth.
"Shsshh!" Then you had better keep those moans quiet, Lady Montfort," Adrian whispered against her ear, "If you can."
He lingered there, close enough that she felt every word as he drew her earlobe between his lips and kissed it.
"Ohh! Adrian!" Eleanor moaned as he kissed her softly on the cheeks, just at the edge of her lips kissing her there without ever quite giving her the kiss she wanted.
He rubbed her through the fabric in slow circles until he could feel the wetness of her pussy through the cloth.
"Oh. Yes..." Eleanor’s whimper broke against his finger. Her hips pushed against his hands, her body losing control against his gentle touch.
However the gentleness did not last as he hooked his fingers under the silk and tore it. The fabric gave away with a rip.
He tossed the ruined panties to the floor so that she sat completely bare on the desk. She was shaved smooth. Her folds were pink and swollen and her juices running in thin lines down the insides of her thighs.
"You have kept it so clean," Adrian said, and the laugh in his voice was dark and mocking. "Were you waiting for Lord Montfort to finally give you some action tonight?"
"No... ahhh..." Eleanor shook her head, her chest rising hard. "He does not touch me. He has not. Not for years."
"Is that so?" he murmured against her mouth, then his fingers were inside her, "It’s his loss."
"Oh my God." The sound that left her was like a prayer. He parted her pussy lips without warning and pushed two fingers deep inside.
Her body clenched around his finger as she felt her pussy stretch as if it did not know whether to fight him or pull him farther in.
"You like that?" He asked, but he did not wait for an answer. He curled his fingers and found the place inside her that stole her words, moving his fingers in and out of her until she was writhing on the table.
"So if your husband is not touching you," he whispered into her ear, "were you just waiting for some man to barge into your study and bend you over this table while he took you from behind?"
"No..." Eleanor barely managed to shake her head, even as her hips betrayed her and kept chasing his fingers. "I was not... I did not wait for anyone. I would not..."
Adrian stopped.
He drew his fingers out of her and left her empty on the edge of the desk, her legs wide open as he caught her chin with his wet hand and made her look at him.
"Do not lie to me with your legs open like that" he said. "You can play the faithful wife when someone else is in the room. But not with my fingers inside your inviting pussy."
"Adrian..."
"Say it." He did not put his hand back between her legs. He only watched her squirm, watched the way her thighs tried to close and then did not. "You were waiting. You were sitting in here night after night, untouched, hoping someone would finally walk in and use you the way Lord Montfort never does."
Her mouth trembled. Shame and hunger fought across her face until hunger won.
"Yes," she whispered. Then, broken open by the admission, louder: "Yes. I was. God help me, I was waiting for someone to bend me over and fuck me!"
"Now fuck me... Adrian!"
Adrian’s smile was satisfied after hearing her give in so easily.
"Good girl."