Velvet

Chapter 2-4

“Oh, but the night!” I shouted as I stumbled to the carriage summoned to bring me home. The driver, a handsome and alluring young man rose from his seat and quickly dismounted.

“Aye, My Lord, let me help you inside.” He opened the door of the carriage and I climbed haphazardly aboard. I felt his hands on my back as he tried to steady me, and through my cape and shirt, felt desire rise up inside of me and swell my c**k. Even in my drunken stupor, I held onto enough fear of consequence to avoid reaching out for him.

Once inside among the cushions of the carriage, a need so strong consumed me. I struggled to find my footing in the ale-soaked reality of the night.

“Am I to have nothing for myself?!” My voice must have reached the ears of the driver for I heard him reply.

“My Lord, are you in need?”

Instead of answering, I rapped loudly on the wall behind his seat and the carriage lurched forward, carrying me away from the castle.

Would I always hide behind cloth, skill, and scissor to avoid the truth of my need? I thankfully kept this second admission to myself. But these questions did little to assuage my body’s torment, and instead intensified my needs. I wiped sweat from my brow. It couldn’t be, I could not want another man. It meant death. It meant disgrace. I felt my c**k, a hard, throbbing flesh testament of my truth. I moaned, but realizing I might be heard, grew silent.

I closed my eyes to the night passing outside the carriage windows. Could I not find some release with my own hand?

Undo what so aches to be undone, Virago, I heard a voice murmur in my ear. I could resist no longer. I unlaced my breeches, tugged my c**k from its constraints, and savored its thick fullness.

My body ached for release as my fingers circled the head. Wetness slicked my thumb as it probed the slit and forced a low groan from my throat. “Only a man.” I grunted and arched up and pressed my boots to the floor of the carriage. I matched the vibrations of the wheels moving over the streets with slow, rhythmic strokes. The pound of the horses’ hooves and the voice of the carriage driver as he coaxed them along the familiar roads served only to heighten my pleasure. I thought of the way the handsome driver touched my shoulder when he helped me inside the carriage, the way his lips curved, and I imagined him naked with his horsewhip guiding Duir’s stallions along the dark streets.

These images, along with the vibrations of the carriage, sent me past the point of restraint. I tugged my balls from my breeches with one hand and stroked my manhood with the other until I felt a wave of bliss consume me. I groaned loudly before realizing the carriage slowed. I quickly released my balls and thrust my hand to my mouth. Hot, wet seed shot from my body as if held behind a crumbling wall. I could do nothing but bite my hand in a feeble attempt to stifle my moans. I was panting and fighting to regain my senses even as the carriage continued to slow. I hurriedly tucked my dribbling c**k inside my breeches, yanked a patch of fabric normally used to wipe my brow from my pocket, and went about mopping anywhere I thought my semen might have fallen. Damn the moon for not being brighter, I thought as I wiped at the floor of the carriage. I could only hope I had gotten it all and the carriage driver wouldn’t clean the coach until the next day, when my sins would be cloaked by time.

I was fully composed by the time the carriage slowed to a stop and made as dignified a descent as my drunken and s*x-addled body could muster.

“Many thanks,” I murmured, and stumbled past him to the door of my home.

I fumbled and dropped my keys.

“Might I help you, My Lord?”

The driver’s shadowy, moon-silvered face made me hesitate. The fire so recently quenched returned and flooded me with want. Would I never be allowed a moment of peace from my needs?

Familiar with swimming beneath the weight of fear and discovery, my response did not surprise me. “No.”

The driver, thus rebuked, bowed and retreated to his seat.

The carriage departed, and I was alone. I’d known ecstasy only moments before, but now standing on the empty street in front of my house, a vacant emptiness seized me. The faint creak of carriage wheels on the cobblestones lingered, then faded into nothing.

This is what awaits you, perverse creature, empty silence!

I shivered at this cruel thought before I went inside, though I did not stop shaking until sleep claimed me.