Chapter 37 Self-Control
Chapter 37 Self-Control
Continuation...
She stepped one foot inside the tub and soaked in half of her body, letting the steam of the warm bath calms her mind. "Wait, where are you going? Don't leave..." she trembled upon seeing the man stood up.
He chuckled. "Calm down, Gertrude. I am just gonna put your handpicked flowers in a vase. We do not want them to wither, do we?"
"No, I don't wanna be left alone. Don't go, Constantine." she pleaded and gripped on the hem of his long sleeve polo.
"Alright. There is no need to panic. I am here now."
"But will you light another candle? It is still a little dark..." she demanded.
His bathroom is wider and definitely darker. The tiles are colored and decorative. The tub is shiny black. The aroma of the candles is romantic yet dangerous. "After your bath, you are to read the schedule. You must remember that for a show, you are no longer a bride in this manor." he lectured while gently strickling her with the water, watching it drip down her skin.
"I know that. Don't worry, I'll put on a great show."
He grabbed the robe on the drawer and helped her out of the tub. "Dry yourself." he gulped, trying hard not to land his hungry eyes on her bared body.
She shivered when his hands accidentally slipped on her arm. She marched back into the bedroom and plopped down the mattress, drying her soaked hair with a fluffy towel. Lord Constantine pulled the drawer open and handed her the file. "What's this?" she asked and hesitated to take it from his hand.
"Familiarize it."
He grabbed the towel from her and started patting dry her long locks. She stared on the paper and digest the information. From new professors, subjects and curfew. There is also a long list of names of new students in Haugen manor. Some resides outside the town proper. Many are nineteen. Youngest is seventeen years old. Oldest is twenty two years old.
Haugen Manor
List of Enrollees:
Clarina Andersen, 17 years old
Freya Dahl, 19 years old
Amalie Josephine Solberg, 19 years old
Anamaria Sunniva, 18 years old
Nora Lane Hilde, 19 years old
Sylvia Jolene Hamilton, 22 years old
Mary Kate Nolan, 20 years old
Adaline Hansdatter, 19 years old
Subjects:
Bread and Pastry
Tea Making
Knitting and Crocheting
Pottery and Clay Making
Cooking and Nutrition
History
Social Studies
Household Management
"Breakfast at eight, supper at seven? Bedtime at 8 pm? Man, their curfew is gonna kill them!" she squealed.
"I need time for my wife." he smirked and slammed her down the bed.
"My hair's wet, stop---" Gertrude giggles but later surrendered when she felt his hand inside her robes, exploring her mounds.
"You have to forgive me. These girls... they will be, what is the word... uh, say desperate for my attention."
"Woah, you are too full of yourself, Lord Constantine." she squinted her eyes and run her hands on his slightly parted lips.
He chuckled, "I am serious, Gertrude. You witnessed how the old girls talked about me. But you are the only one I want. Remember that." Constantine whispered and grabbed her fingers, kissing them slowly and sloppy.
He continued kissing her on the mouth, hands squishing her jaw, as if he does not want her to fight off of him. Her legs wrapped around his torso, still under his spell. She groans to every nibble and bite, wanting more. "I-- I gotta dress up, Constantine." she moaned, yet eyes are still shut tight, filling her ears with wet sounds of his kisses down her jaw and neck.
"Alright... do." he teased and continued palming her thighs.
"Euhmmmm..." she reached for his chin and shoved his head on her chest. She smiled upon feeling tingles while his tongue licks her skin.
"I thought you are going to dress yourself up?" he mocked and fondled her breast, confident that she would not be able to resist that one sweet action.
"Tsk, forget it. How about undressing?" she started untangling the straps of her robe and revealed her hardened nipples right on his face.
He heaved a sigh and covered her upper body back. "No. See, Gertrude. You do not even know how to control yourself. What more if the guests are here? Are you going to kiss me in front of them?" he emphasized and sat up.
"But you started it... you were the one who laid me down on this freaking bed!" she scowled at him and crossed her arms.
"I was testing you."
She stood up and tighten her robe. "I'm going back to my room." she announced, her voice a little melancholic.
"Already? Do not forget your file." he was smirking at her but she failed to see that since her eyes are too busy to show her annoyance.
Without a word, she marched outside of his suffocating room back to hers. She threw herself on the bed and scanned her eyes on the paper, re-reading its content.
"Household management, tsk!" she hissed upon seeing one of the subject. She finds the list of subjects hilarious. Poor girls. They are just gonna suffer and lose their sanity.
She placed the file on the bed side table and laid down comfortably, her legs parted. She could not believe him that he left her aching and wet. She slowly get rid of the robe, revealing her nude body. Gertude touched her soaked and sticky folds. "God, what did you do to me..." she gasped in the air and think of him as she slid her longest finger inside her cunt.
"C-Constantine... euhmmm..." she moaned his name and move her slutty finger even faster and deeper.
She spreads her legs even wider, hair flowing down her shoulders. She slid another finger in, lubricated with her wetness. "Ohhh, Constantine." her thighs started trembling, her breathing became abnormal.
As she was catching her breath, the door creaked opened and revealed his highness, Lord Constantine. He looked like he is in a hurry to give an apology but he was the one who got surprised. His eyes widened and glued on her bared state, having orgasm on her own, on her bed, in his mansion.
"Oh, fuck!" she gasped but did not stop herself from reaching her climax.