After what felt like an eternity, a soft knock sounded at the door. "Enter," Violetta called, her voice hoarse and weary. The door opened slowly, and the maid peered around the edge, her eyes downcast and demure. "The bath is ready, Your Grace," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Violetta rose from the bed, the silk sheets slipping away to pool at her feet. She was already naked, her creamy skin glowing in the soft candlelight that flickered from the ornate sconces on the walls. The maid's eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of the Duchess's bare body, but she quickly lowered her gaze, not wanting to appear too bold or forward.
Violetta crossed the room slowly, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet with each step. She could feel the maid's eyes on her, could sense the way the girl's gaze lingered on the curves and swells of her body. It was a strange sensation, being so utterly exposed and vulnerable, but Violetta found that she didn't mind it quite so much. There was a certain freedom in it, a liberating feeling that came with the knowledge that she need not hide any part of herself.
As she reached the doorway to the bathing chamber, Violetta paused, turning to face the maid with a soft smile. "You may go and summon Lord Roy now," she said, her voice gentle and almost kind. "I will call for you if I require anything further." The maid curtsied, her skirts swishing softly around her ankles as she backed out of the room, the door closing with a barely audible click behind her.
Left alone at last, Violetta stepped into the bathing chamber, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her. The room was steaming, the air thick with the heady scent of lavender and the warmth of the water. The maid had done well, the bath water a perfect, inviting temperature, the scent of the lavender bath salts filling the air.
Violetta stepped into the steaming bath, the warm water enveloping her bare skin like a lover's embrace. She sank down slowly, her body sinking into the fragrant, lavender-scented water until she was submerged up to her neck. The heat seeped into her muscles, easing the aches and pains that had settled there from her earlier encounters with Lucien. Violetta let out a soft, shuddering sigh as she leaned back against the edge of the tub, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to lose herself in the simple pleasure of the moment.
As she sat there, the steam rising around her in wispy tendrils, Violetta could feel the grime and shame of the past few hours beginning to wash away. The water lapped gently at her skin, the lavender oil leaving a faint, delicate scent on her flesh. She ran her hands over her body, her fingers trailing over the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. She could feel every curve and contour, every inch of skin that had been touched and caressed and claimed by hands that were not her beloved husband's.
But as she touched herself, Violetta felt a sudden, desperate urge to reclaim her body, to remind herself that she was still her own person, still a woman with desires and needs and wants of her own. Her hands slid lower, over the soft skin of her stomach, the gentle flare of her thighs. And then, with a soft, shuddering breath, Violetta let her fingers slip beneath the water, seeking out the aching, throbbing heat at the junction of her legs.
She could feel the slick, swollen flesh of her sex, the delicate petals of her womanhood already slick with a different kind of moisture. Violetta's fingers parted her lower lips, exposing the sensitive, aching bud at the center of her being. She circled it gently, teasingly, feeling it swell and stiffen beneath her touch. A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound echoing in the tiled chamber as she pleasured herself, her fingers moving faster, harder, more insistently.
Violetta emerged from the steaming bath, rivulets of water cascading down her bare skin, leaving glistening trails in their wake. She had forgotten to bring a towel with her, too lost in the moment of solitude and self-pleasure to think of such mundane things. As a result, her body was still dripping wet as she stepped out of the bathing chamber, the water pooling around her feet and leaving a trail of damp footprints on the marble floor.
She walked slowly, deliberately, towards the bed where Roy was waiting for her. He sat on the edge of the mattress, his pants unzipped and his shirt unbuttoned, revealing the tantalizing glimpse of his chiseled chest and the tantalizing line of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. Violetta could see the way his eyes darkened as she approached, could feel the heat of his gaze on her bare skin like a physical caress.
"Someone knows why they're here," Violetta purred, a wicked, knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she came to a stop before him. She stood there for a moment, letting him drink in the sight of her, his eyes roaming over every curve and contour of her dripping, glistening body. Violetta could see the way his pants tightened, the growing bulge that strained against the zipper of his trousers.
"Do you like what you see, my lord?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry purr as she took a step closer to him. "Or do you need a better look?" Violetta turned slowly, deliberately, giving Roy a full three-hundred-sixty-degree view of her naked, dripping body. She could feel the water dripping down the curve of her ass, the rivulets of liquid trailing over the swell of her breasts, the pebbled peaks of her nipples.
As Violetta turned slowly, putting her dripping ass on lewd display mere inches from Roy's face, he could no longer resist the temptation before him. In one swift, sudden movement, he reached out and grabbed Violetta around the waist, his strong hands gripping her hips tightly as he pulled her down onto his lap. Violetta gasped as she felt the cool, damp skin of her back pressing against the warm, firm muscles of Roy's chest, the heat of his body seeping into her own.
She could feel every inch of him, from the hard planes of his chest to the thick, clothed length of his cock pressing insistently against the soft, plump flesh of her ass. Violetta squirmed in his lap, the movement causing her wet skin to slide and slip against the fabric of Roy's trousers, the damp material clinging to her curves like a second skin.
Roy took advantage of her position, his hands immediately coming up to cup and knead the heavy, dripping weight of her breasts. His fingers sank into the pliant, waterlogged flesh, squeezing and massaging the sensitive globes as if he were trying to wring out every last drop of moisture. Violetta gasped and arched her back, pushing her chest further into his eager hands, her nipples stiffening into aching, throbbing peaks beneath his touch.
"Ahh Roy," she gasped, her voice a mix of protest and pleasure as his fingers found her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. "You're already taking such liberties with me..." But even as she spoke, Violetta made no move to stop him, instead tilting her head to the side to give him better access to the slender column of her throat, her damp hair sticking to his chest.
Roy didn't hesitate, his mouth coming down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the delicate skin of her neck. He licked and sucked at the water droplets that clung to her flesh, his tongue tracing the elegant line of her collarbone before dipping lower, to the hollow of her throat. Violetta could feel the scrape of his teeth against her skin, the sharp nip of his jaw as he nipped and bit at her, leaving a trail of reddening marks in his wake.
Violetta grabbed a fistful of Roy's hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she yanked his head back, forcing him to meet her intense, violet-eyed gaze. "This will be enough for now, my lord," she said, her voice a sharp, breathless hiss. "I did not summon you here for your pleasure, but for a matter of great importance." With that, Violetta wrenched herself out of Roy's lap, the sudden movement causing more water to splash onto the bed and the floor. She stood up, her dripping body glistening in the candlelight as she turned and walked towards her wardrobe, the sway of her hips and the bounce of her ass drawing Roy's hungry gaze.
Reaching the ornate, gilded cabinet, Violetta threw open the doors, revealing the sumptuous array of clothing and undergarments within. She rifled through the silken, satin, and lace confections, the delicate fabrics whispering and rustling beneath her touch. Violetta plucked out a pair of delicate, lace-trimmed panties, the fragile material so fine that it was almost translucent. She held them up, letting them dangle from her fingers as she turned to face Roy once more, a wicked, knowing smile playing about her lips.
"And these, my lord," she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur, "hold onto them for while." Violetta tossed the scrap of lace and silk across the room, the delicate garment fluttering through the air like a fallen feather before landing in Roy's lap. At the same time, she grabbed a thin, gauzy chemise, the sheer fabric slipping through her fingers like liquid silver. "And this as well," she added, holding the gossamer garment aloft, the candlelight shining through the delicate lace and linen weave, then she tossed it, the flimsy garment landing in his lap with a soft whisper. "And button your shirt. Zip up your trousers. You look a mess."
Roy caught the garments with a wry smile, holding them up to examine them with a critical eye. "My lady is a cruel mistress," he remarked, a note of humor in his voice. "To tease me so and then deny me the pleasure of your company." He made a show of holding the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply as if to catch Violetta's scent. "Though I must say, these do smell divine. Almost as intoxicating as your own perfume."