Lux’s ending: Forbidden pleasures

Over the weeks, Lux has settled in her new life. Of course Vernus had no objection to taking her in – he wouldn’t turn her away in her hour of need. Exactly why she was so in need is a question that slips quietly by, unasked.

Lux is just grateful to have a roof over her head, and honest employment. She isn’t actually quite sure what her job entails; a little dusting, here and there, though the cottage seems to keep itself clean for the most part. No matter; her master and mistress appear quite satisfied with her performance.

But is she satisfied? Oh, it’s a pleasant enough life, and there are those visits from the mistress’s niece, pretty Willow; she takes Lux for walks in the woods, and the things they get up to when they’re out there together…

Yet other thoughts drift into Lux’s head. Shameful thoughts. When she and the master are alone in the cottage, she finds herself acting differently.

Times like now. She’s cleaning in the already spotless kitchen when he comes in from chopping wood. Stripped to the waist, his face flushed from effort, hot and bothered. Her pulse quickens. No way to keep herself from stealing glances, admiring the glow of his strong body, wondering what it would be like to touch him.

She finds herself tugging at the low neckline of her dress – to give herself more air, of course. But there’s no excuse for the bounce she puts in her step as she makes her way, by coincidence, closer to where he stands wiping his brow. A thrill goes through her as she sees his eye fall on her, and…

Their hands brush together. His rich, dark skin contrasting with her marble white. The warmth of him, she wants it wrapped around her. She wants it inside her. But surely they could never—! Her a servant, and him the master, a married man!

Every little step along the way is shy, tentative. Neither willing to **** the matter, to push the other into something unwanted. And yet they both want it. Oh, how they want it.

The fear of being caught is strong, but it does not stop them. No, it’s what drives them. Lux gasps softly as Vernus easily lifts her, sitting her up on the countertop. Legs spread, skirt hiked up – his hand traces a path between her thighs, gently stroking, while she kisses his bare chest.

He pushes her back as she pulls him forward, until he lies atop her, her tits spilling from her bodice as they’re squeezed against him. Now his hands gripping her hips, guiding himself into her warm and wet entrance. She moans encouragement as their lips press together, tongues intertwining. Knowing at any moment they could be discovered, shamed, her cast out in disgrace, just gives urgency – his pace increases, her cries are muffled against him, contractions of climax, urging him to finish deep inside and fill her…

Their shared guilty pleasure. Their intoxicating secret. Both in too deep – oooh, is he in deep – to stop now. His hot essence rushes into her, and again the shock of pleasure blanks her mind. His arms around her, their lips locked together, his body resting atop hers as they each catch their breath, risking it all for a few more moments of bliss.

On some deep, distant level, Lux is aware of the truth. The Valley, the illusion, her old self. She thinks about it less and less as time goes on. On some level, she knows about her deal with Holly. That they aren’t really in danger of being caught. That her ladyship might even join, on some days…but it’s more fun to play along with the game for now. The frisson of the forbidden. Losing herself in the role she’s accepted.

It doesn’t have to be forever. She can leave whenever she chooses.

Whenever she chooses…