Aphrodisiac 2
1045 Words
Ivy slammed the door to Sean's study as she wiped the tears away from her eyes. Her husband had never been this rude to her, and this was the first time.
"I hope my plan works, so I don't have to force you anymore, Sean," Ivy muttered with a sarcastic smile on her lips.
***
Quinn felt something strange about herself, and she felt something burning radiating from her chest to her groin.
Something rustling erratically in her intimate area, something warm and like... Quinn couldn't explain.
This something was so foreign to her. Feeling like she wanted to be touched, to ease it, Quinn lay down on the bed and tried to close her eyes.
"Quinn, can I come in?"
A loud knock came from outside the room, making her hop.
"Mrs. Osbert?"
"Please open the door, Quinn. Uhm, I need your help," said the voice outside.
"Alright, just a moment," Quinn replied, then jumped off the bed and opened the door for her boss.
"What is it, Mrs. Osbert?" asked Quinn after opening the door for her.
"Why are you sweating, Quinn? Is the air conditioning not working?"
"Or are you feeling sick?" Ivy placed her palm on Quinn's forehead.
"No, Mrs. Osbert, I'm fine," she lied.
Ivy smiled a thin grin that Quinn overlooked.
"Quinn, I will be working late tonight. Can you bring some hot tea for me to my husband's study? Just go right away in because I want to take a shower first. Put the tea on the table, and you can go to bed afterward. I'm sorry to trouble you at this time of night,"
"That's fine. It's my pleasure, ma'am."
"That's very kind of you, Quinn."
"But give me a moment, ma'am. I'd like to change my clothes first,"
"Hey!"
"Uhm, I mean no need. Why do you have to change it? This nightgown fits you perfectly."
"I feel these clothes are too revealing, especially for wandering around in your house. It's inappropriate. At least that's what my foster mother taught me."
Ivy was stunned to hear the word foster mother from Quinn's lips.
"Foster mom? Where is your biological mother?"
"I'm an orphan, ma'am. I don't know where my parents are. I don't even know them, their face, or their appearance. They abandoned me or dumped me away when I was a baby."
"My foster mother raised me," Quinn's face suddenly clouded.
"You must be a strong girl," Ivy murmured sincerely. There was no lie in it. Growing up in similar circumstances made it easier for her to feel sympathy.
"You must be stronger, Mrs. Osbert." Quinn complimented.
"Are you sure I'm okay to wear these clothes?"
"Yeah, just wear it, no problem. My husband is asleep anyway. It's just the two of us. Hurry up because I can't work without drinking chamomile tea."
"Where is your study room?"
"That one over there," Ivy showed Sean's study at the end of the corridor.
"Drinks, coming right up, Mrs. Osbert."
"Thank you," Ivy smiled softly and remained standing until Quinn came down the stairs and made sure the girl went to the kitchen to make her a drink.
***
"Ouch, where the hell is the tea," Quinn mumbled while pulling one from the drawers in the kitchen.
"What's this?" hissed Quinn when she accidentally found a small glass bottle in the bottom drawer of the kitchen covered by several other items.
"Quinn, can you hurry up?" Ivy's voice sounded from the direction of the stairs.
"The chamomile tea is in drawer number two," she called out.
"Got it, I found it, ma'am," Quinn replied.
After brewing chamomile tea for Ivy, Quinn returned upstairs to deliver the drink to the room Ivy had shown.
The second floor was quiet and a little dark. It seemed that Ivy had purposefully turned off some of the lights. Quinn gently propped up the tray so the chamomile tea in the cup wouldn't spill.
Quinn had arrived in front of the study. Slowly, she opened the room door. The lamps inside were dim. A single desk lamp illuminated a half-empty bottle of whiskey on top of a bookshelf.
"Mr. Osbert?" She called out softly into the darkness as she was shocked after seeing her boss's husband in the room.
The girl sighed deeply, then carefully set the drinks on the desk.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Osbert told me to bring her this tea-" Quinn said as she put the tea down on the table. She said, trembling slightly as the figure in the darkness stood up and looked at her.
Quinn turned around and immediately walked towards the door with quick steps. She was reaching for the doorknob when suddenly, a burly arm wrapped around her.
"Ivy, I want you..." Sean Osbert's sighing voice echoed in her ears. The hand started stroking her hair, Quinn felt her skin tingle, and her eyes became heavy. Sean brushes aside some of the hair covering Quinn's neck, then drops kiss after kiss down her slender neck.
"Ivy," Sean hissed seductively.
"Sir, I'm Quinn, I'm not-" Quinn tried to block out the heat that was undeniably starting to take over her sanity as Sean stimulated her.
Her heart beat faster and harder as he flipped Quinn over so they could face each other. She felt like all the breath had left her body when he took her chin firmly and lifted it.
"Sir, let me go..."
But he holds her even tighter and harder.
His face loomed before hers, but Quinn couldn't see him clearly due to the darkness around her. She tried to reach for the light switch, but he held her tightly against his body.
His breath caressed her skin, making goosebumps appear all over Quinn's body. Quinn closed her eyes tightly, trying to eliminate the dizziness threatening to hit her as she looked into Sean's eyes, which were dark, lust filled.
"S-sir... "
Sean started gently licking Quinn's lips, causing quivers all over Quinn's body and provoking her breathing to grow rapidly.
He lowered his head and kissed her slowly, taking control of the situation. Quinn could feel her lips parting, and Sean moved his mouth closer to hers; he licked the bottom of her lips and gently slid his tongue inside her mouth.
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