Chapter 15
Elowen's POV
My back hit the kitchen stool hard as Casper's grip tightened around my wrists, pinning me in place. His amber eyes blazed down at me while his other hand pushed up my thin nightdress, exposing my thighs to the cool air. My heart hammered against my ribs as his touch left trails of fire across my skin.
"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed, trying to keep my voice steady despite the electricity shooting through me.
His lips curled into that infuriating smirk. "Teaching you a lesson about sneaking around my kitchen at night, cutie."
His fingers traced higher, nearly reaching the edge of my panties, when we both froze at the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway. Panic flashed in his eyes before he quickly clamped a hand over my mouth.
"Someone's coming," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
In one fluid motion, he dragged me down to the floor and pulled me under the large oak table, his body pressing mine into the shadows. The cool wood pressed against my bare knees as I crouched there, my nightdress riding up, exposing more skin than I was comfortable with.
"Stay quiet," he commanded, his voice rough and low.
The footsteps grew louder, and I recognized the rhythm—probably one of the servants. My skin prickled with fear, but Casper's presence made it worse. His hand slid lower, brushing against the edge of my pink lace panties, and I bit back a gasp. The fabric was already damp from earlier, from the way he'd looked at me when he first caught me in the kitchen. Shit, why did he have to do this now?
The servant entered, her shoes clicking on the tile. I froze, my body shaking as Casper's fingers pressed harder. He found my clit through the lace, rubbing in slow circles, and I clenched my teeth to stop a moan. The danger of getting caught mixed with the heat building inside me, making my thoughts spin. "Don't move," Casper murmured, his breath hot on my neck. His other hand stayed over my mouth, muffling any sound.
I couldn't help it—a small whimper escaped when his finger hit the right spot. He kissed me hard, his lips crushing mine to shut me up. "Don't make a sound, or everyone's going to know what we're doing," he said, pulling back just enough to speak. His eyes locked on mine, amber and fierce in the dim light.
The servant moved around the kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers. Instead of a quick visit, she seemed to be looking for something specific. My heart threatened to explode as she lingered, each second stretching into eternity.
I bit his ear lightly in frustration, whispering, "Why are you doing this to me?" My voice came out shaky, mixed with anger and need.
He chuckled low, his hand still working. "Cutie, you're doing great. Can you keep going?" His tone was mocking, pushing me further.
The servant continued rummaging through drawers, her presence amplifying the tension. Just when I thought she was about to leave, the sound of something dropping to the floor made her turn back. She bent down near our table, and I held my breath, certain we'd be discovered.
My clit throbbed under his touch, and I felt wetness spread, soaking the lace. My face burned with shame, but my body betrayed me, craving more. Finally, after what felt like hours, the servant collected whatever she needed and headed for the door.
But just as her footsteps began to fade, she paused and turned back. "Did I forget the—" she muttered to herself, walking back toward the counter.
Casper's fingers never stopped their torturous circles. My body trembled with both fear and approaching release, the dual sensations impossibly intensifying each other. His eyes gleamed in the darkness, clearly enjoying my struggle to remain silent.
After checking a final drawer, the servant finally left for good, her footsteps fading down the hallway. I exhaled shakily, relief hitting me like a wave.
Casper didn't waste a second. He dragged me out from under the table, his grip firm on my arm. He pulled me up and pushed me down over his lap as he sat on a stool, my stomach pressing into his thighs. My ass stuck up, exposed as my dress flipped higher. "Is that really how you want to play?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Then he smacked my ass hard, the sting sharp and immediate.
Pain shot through me, making me cry out. "Yes!" I shouted, my body jerking. The slap echoed in the quiet kitchen, and heat spread across my skin, mixing with pleasure that made my pussy clench. I twisted my hips, silently begging for another.
Casper laughed, his hand rubbing the spot he hit. "One more, and that's it for now. Unless you want me to stop entirely." He paused, waiting.
I shook my head, biting my lip. "Don't stop," I muttered, my voice weak. My ass burned, but it felt good, too good. Wetness dripped down my thigh, and I hated how obvious it was.
Juno's voice laughed in my head. "Admit it, you're loving this. Your pussy's soaked, dripping everywhere." I screamed inside, "Shut up! I hate this!" But she was right; the lace was ruined, clinging to me.
Casper kept going, his hand coming down again, harder this time. Each smack made my pussy pulse, the vibrations traveling deep. I gripped his leg, my nails digging in. "Fuck, Casper," I groaned, my breath coming fast.
He flipped my dress up fully, hooking his fingers into my panties and yanking them down. The cool air hit my bare skin, and I felt exposed, my ass red from his hits. He rubbed my cheeks, then slapped again, leaving his handprint. "I thought you'd wear something boring, not these sexy lace ones," he said, his voice teasing. "Makes it easier to get to you."
"Asshole," I whispered, but my body arched toward him, wanting more. His fingers traced my pussy lips, slick and swollen, and I shuddered. The kitchen smelled like us now, like sex and sweat.
I glanced around, panic rising. "Casper, stop. What if that servant comes back?" My words tumbled out, but they sounded half-hearted.
He paused, his hand soothing the sting. "Scared of getting caught? Then let's go to my room or yours, cutie." His voice was smooth, full of promise.
I shook my head, but he didn't wait. He commanded, "Open your mouth." Before I could argue, he shoved my wet panties inside, the taste of myself filling my mouth. I gagged a little, but it turned me on, the fabric muffling my breaths.
"Do you understand? They stay there until I say otherwise," he said, his eyes dark.
I nodded, my mouth full, a muffled groan escaping. His fingers slid back to my pussy, parting my lips and dipping inside. He found my clit again, circling it fast, and I bucked against him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, baby girl?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
I tried to say no, but it came out as a muffled "Nuh," my body shaking. His fingers pushed deeper, hitting that spot that made me see stars. I grabbed his shoulder, my nails sinking in, as waves of pleasure built.
Juno chimed in again. "He's got you right where you want him. Doesn't matter where, as long as it's him." I argued back in my mind, "No, not like that!" But my pussy tightened around his fingers, proving her point.
The sound of a door closing somewhere in the house startled us both. My body tensed, the mix of fear and pleasure pushing me over the edge. I came hard, my pussy clenching, juices coating his hand. My legs shook, and I bit down on the fabric to stay quiet, waves crashing through me.
Casper pulled his fingers out slowly, lifting them to his mouth. He licked them clean, his eyes on mine. "Good girl. Next time, I'll use my cock instead. Now go back to your room and sleep, sweet dreams."
I stumbled up, my face hot with embarrassment and leftover thrill. My body still hummed, and I knew I couldn't escape this pull. What frightened me more than getting caught was how much I wanted him to do it again.