Chapter 23 BENEVOLENCE
NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW
Lord Baron was consumed by panic. He walked back and forth across his office whilst biting his fingernails. He cannot process the news. He shook his head constantly as bullets of sweat formed in his temples caused by that obituary. A loud knock distracted his pondering mind, “WHAT IS IT?!” he yelled with quivering body.
“The Irvine yard wants you on the phone, my Lord” a servant said behind the door. His throat ran dry, he eyed the circular rotary of his office telephone, his body shakes with rage as the envelope the Viscount gave him hits his eyes. It was ripped open, he excitedly thought of reading it earlier but was bombarded with unfathomable disclosure.
He walked towards his desk, he gazed at the letter “you bastard…” he whispered as he grabs the lighter in his pocket. Clicking it open and letting the paper with evidences about his crimes get engulfed by the ravaging flames. The phone ringed, but with the words written by the Viscount. He tipped it over the desk, breaking the thing, making it screech.
He had her pinned down, eyes beaming with longing. He ushered towards her ear, breathing huskily, letting her feel. “I will make you the happiest woman alive” he said, sliding his hands towards the ribbon behind her corset. He tugged it free, no sign of distress or grapple showed. At that point, she had given up at her foreboding ideas. She held her hands towards the headboard, clutching the pillows tightly with exigence. She closed her eyes, but was quickly called out by him. “I want you to watch me” he whispered. Agatha heaved, she did what he asked and stared as he began to undress her. Pulling her bustles off, her bare skin was exposed. His eyes shone, a smile formed in his lips as he showed admiration for it once more.
“Agatha, may you sit?” he asked sweetly. She nodded and pulled herself up, leaning her back against the wooden headboard as they meet eyes. “Now I have a better view” he commented, making her blush. She eyed the floor, biting her lips as he began to tug her brassiere. She gazed down, his dominating hands squeezed her tightly making her whimper in silence.
She grew embarrassed, seeing him pull it longingly. Her rosy teat evinced, her chest is plump, and it made him thrilled. “inviting” he said as he began to rub her erecting nipples. Agatha’s eyes squints “haaa….” She hoists at the stimulating presence of his thumb graciously stroking it. “Does it feel good?” he asked with a grin. Agatha didn’t answer, her mind was blocked of any sound and all her focus bailed aside. She coiled her legs upon feeling herself getting aroused.
The Viscount enjoys watching her turned on, he leaned even closer pulling his tongue out.
“Ahhh…” Her harmonious moan blared his ears, it was heaven on earth. The sound of siphoning muffle encouraged him to graze faster, switching back and forth on guzzling her bountiful front. “haaaa….”
Agatha wavered left and right. Sliding her hand across her stomach, she brought towards her thin and soaked knickers. She rubbed it harshly, allowing the cloth to get drenched further. The Viscount noticed her lonesome measures. He pulled away and eyed her there. He chuckled, holding her wrist to make her stop.
She furrowed her brows, brought her lower lip out and eyed him with dissatisfaction. “I’ll do it” The Viscount said with gleaming eyes. Pulling her legs further apart, he stared at the soaked cloth covering her entrance. He pressed it using his thumb, firmly making her whimper.
He cannot help but to be enthralled. Using his strength, he ripped the hindrance apart. Unveiling her floret, he brought his face closer. Delicately nibbling it with care, her mewl ushered beyond the sumptuous room. She bit her lips, feeling the fornicating trigger he’s venturing in. Her hands skimmed downwards, tugging his hair, bringing him further.
He drilled deeper, hitting her walls repeatedly for unmerited mercy. Knitting each other, their movements entwined bringing forth comfort and glee. In a concluding zeal, she quivers, expelling her essence towards his lamenting maw.
The chimes ringed as the euphoric effect of her orgasm took effect. She weakly plopped down as he began cleaning her up using his tongue. He licked every dribble up, not letting a single bead escape. He then pulled away after doing so. He crawled over, meeting her squinting eyes once again.
He tipped for a quick kiss, making her startled. “Agatha…” he called her name for the nth time.
“What must I do to gain your trust?” he asked whilst heeding “no more lies… Agatha”
For the first time that day, what he’s saying buried within her mind, she gulped out of agitation “I am strong, I can stand alone and take care of anything I need to.” He brushed his nose upon hers, “all I want is a sense of mutual love and nurture, Agatha. Can’t you do just that? I promise I will never let you down.” Piles of tears occurred along his lids. She gaped, seeing him like this.
“All you need to do is get yourself to love me, I’ll do anything for you in return…” he gawked, clenching his jaw with cumbersome requisite.
“Is it because I look like her?” her words caught him off guard, but he knew it was coming. She pulled herself up, pushing him lightly as they stared at each other whilst sitting. “Emily…was it?”
He eyed the floor, thinking about whether he should answer or not. “who is she?” The Viscount held his nape, bringing himself to speak. He eyed her with apology. “She’s the only woman I’ve ever love, it’s been a hundred years but I still find myself longing for her… and you indeed resemble her, I can’t help but to see you the same way I see her” was his last words before faltering. Agatha’s warm hands brushed aloft his pale face.
“Fine, that’s enough. I don’t want you to think about her anymore,” Agatha said cordially. She brought herself closer, “Viscount Claude, I won’t try to run as I’ve figured out, I’ve nowhere to go. In return, will you treat me as your Lady?”
He clasped her hand gently, “You are my Lady” he replied, relieved by the fact that she chose to not ask further questions about Emily, her Grandmother.
