Chapter 2 The Morning After
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After the latest wave of climax and a brief respite, Faye began to regain control over her body.
Her eyes, still glazed with the aftermath of pleasure, narrowed as she glared at the face hovering above her.
Noticing her ire, Theodoric lifted his head, his blue eyes peeking out from beneath his tousled blond hair, glinted with unrestrained desire. "Looks like you're finally coming around."
"Don't play dumb. I wasn't..."
Faye started to retort, but her words were interrupted by a sudden, forceful thrust from him. 'Does this man ever tire?' she wondered in disbelief.
Her body, still hypersensitive from the recent climax, felt like it was on fire. Even before he had fully entered her, she had already climaxed twice under his skilled touch. Now, it seemed as though every inch of her was turned into a nerve-ending!
"We can talk later," Theodoric said, straightening up.
He lifted one of her legs, biting gently along the inside of her calf. His eyes, narrowed with a predatory gleam, were pure seduction!
The sight made Faye feel a flush of heat.
'If I weren't so good at controlling myself, I might be having a nosebleed,' she thought.
She watched as her foot rested weakly on his broad shoulder, his muscles brushing against her thigh. Despite the fatigue from earlier, his touch reignited the heat within her.
'Oh, damn it, he hasn't finished yet,' Faye thought, a mix of frustration and reluctant anticipation flooding her mind.
She had already climaxed three times, and the effects of the drug still lingered. Recalling Theodoric's notorious stamina from three years ago, she braced herself, silently hoping her body could withstand the ordeal.
Yet, looking at his face, so perfectly aligned with her tastes, and that body, which seemed to ignite her desire like nothing else, she rolled her eyes and playfully hooked her foot around his neck.
"Do a good job, boy," she teased, her eyes narrowing with a familiar, provocative smile.
It seemed the rest was far off. With that challenging grin on her face, Theodoric bit down a little harder.
*****
"What are you two doing?!"
Faye was jolted awake by a thunderous shout.
Blinking through her daze, she saw Eric Colin, Theodoric's younger brother and her student, standing in the doorway with a look of sheer shock and disbelief.
His face was a mix of shock and incredulity, cycling through various shades of red.
"What... what is this?!"
Just barely an adult, Eric clearly couldn't process what was happening. His face, initially stunned, gradually flushed a deep, angry red.
How was he supposed to accept this?
His tutor, his fantasy, the woman who had completely dominated him, was now in bed with his older brother on their very first meeting?!
Inside, Eric's mind was shouting, 'Is she really so desperate for a man? If she needs a man so badly, why couldn't it be me? I'm an adult now!'
Faye propped herself up, letting the blanket fall to her chest and reveal her shoulders and collarbone marked with bite and kiss marks. She didn't care if Eric saw all this.
Eric's previously angry face had turned a deep crimson as he took in the stunningly provocative scene before him.
His tutor was indeed beautiful and incredibly attractive. Even though he was reluctant to admit it, he had been drawn to Faye. He had kept his feelings hidden, only indulging in fantasies about her in his dreams.
But now, seeing this, he was both shocked and in pain.
"Eric, don't make so much noise in the morning. It's very loud."
A deep voice came from behind Faye.
She turned her head to see Theodoric, who had s*x with her last night, or rather, this morning, and was now getting dressed in the pajamas from the nearby hanger. He seemed entirely unfazed by his brother's presence.
The situation was indeed odd, but Faye felt no regret.
Theodoric's strong back muscles were being covered by the soft, high-quality pajamas, a visual delight for Faye, who had been living a life of restraint. He was still the man she had admired years ago.
But as he dressed, Theodoric's face no longer held the warmth and charm of their youth. Once, they had been young lovers full of affection. Now, he exuded only calm, strategic control.
If she hadn't experienced how he had made her legs go weak just the day before, she might have thought he had become some sort of ascetic priest.
No one paid any attention to Eric, who stood in the doorway, his anger simmering and eyes blazing with rage. If it were anyone else, his fists would have already been flying. But because of his deep admiration for his brother, he was convinced that Faye had somehow seduced him.
Eric's glare was fierce, like a fire that could burn through anything, but Faye lay on the bed, motionless. What Eric didn't realize was that his gaze, though seething with anger, was also filled with intense frustration and barely-hidden desire.
Faye noticed his angry stare but felt powerless. Even though she had had a brief rest, the overindulgence had left her feeling sore and drained. She had no desire to get up and change clothes just yet.
'Just a young man throwing a tantrum. If you're going to be angry, direct it at your uncontrollable brother,' Faye thought, raising an eyebrow.
To Eric, her slight gesture seemed like a blatant challenge. He took a couple of steps closer, his breathing growing heavy. He couldn't quite understand why he felt compelled to close the distance, but something in the air made his heart race as if he needed to release some pent-up emotion.
"Eric, you need to leave," Theodoric said, already dressed and stepping in his way.
"But she..."
"Out!"
Theodoric's firm tone made the temperature in the room drop noticeably.
Eric clenched his fists, like a young lion ready to pounce, but Theodoric's commanding presence made him bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. With a final, furious glare, Eric stormed out of the room.
The moment the door slammed shut, the charged atmosphere in the room vanished.
Faye sat up, leaning against the headboard, and looked at Theodoric with clear, thoughtful eyes.
"Was last night's drugging your rival's doing?" she asked.
"Or it could be a jilted suitor. We'll find out by the end of the day."
"Well, I guess I got lucky then," Faye said with a wry smile, though it quickly faded.
"Theodoric, I didn't come here just to be your plaything."
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