Priscilla heard enough

The faintest whisper of sound alerted Charlotte to the slow opening of her chamber door. Quickly she pulled the cool cotton sheet up to her neck, painfully aware of her nakedness under the thin layer of fabric.

"Charlotte?" She recognized Priscilla Dunning's musical voice immediately "Are you alright?" At least it wasn't one of her aunts - or even worse one of her father's male guests!

"I'm fine, thank-you." Charlotte stammered as Priscilla's head and shoulders peaked into the room. Even this late in the evening, the young woman's blonde hair was still in perfect ringlet’s above her clear blue eyes that sparkled with a wicked joy.

"We were all so worried about you dear Charlotte." Priscilla said as she slipped into the room and closed the door behind her taking the time to turn the key in its lock as she did so. God how Charlotte wished she had thought to take that simple precaution before she started reading. "I'm sorry if my song offended you, It was very wicked of me to mock my hostess." In spite of Priscilla's kind words, she did not seem in the least bit contrite as she glided into the room. "I was just coming to beg your pardon when I heard you cry out." She sat confidently on the edge of Charlotte's bed and smiled sweetly at her.

"My you look flushed." She placed her small hand on Charlotte's head and stroked her brow tenderly, Charlotte did her best to sound firm as she sent Priscilla on her way.

"Thank-you for your concern Priscilla, but I assure you, I am fine." She added so there could be no mistake. "Please don't think me rude, but it has been a trying day for me, and now I wish for nothing more than to be alone."

"How very bold of you sweet Charlotte!" Cooed Priscilla lifting her hand from Charlotte's brow and resting it on her belly instead. "But I'm not leaving. I've been wanting to have a woman to woman discussion with you for some time now, and this is an excellent opportunity for a private chat." Suddenly Priscilla's butter and honey demeanor hardened and the hand that had been gently resting on Charlotte tightened into a fist clasping the thin sheet tightly.

"I heard you." Priscilla laughed vindictively "I heard you cry out like a whore, and I know you are naked under this sheet." Charlotte's hand grabbed Priscilla's slender wrist and twisted it cruelly, it must have hurt quite a bit but Priscilla just grimaced slightly as she continued. "We don't want to cause a scene now do we? Imagine what the rumor mongers would say if it came out that I found you naked and calling out in your bedroom." Charlotte loosened her grasp on Priscilla's wrist. "That's right my dear, imagine your aunts and father accompanied by all your fine suitors all rushing upstairs in answer to my panicked calls for help." The horror of such a scene was too much, Charlotte released Priscilla's wrist and clasped them together on her chest.

"What do you want?" Charlotte asked fearfully.

"That's much better." Priscilla answered rubbing her wrist as she spoke. "I want nothing more than to be your friend Charlotte; and as best of friends, I'm sure you'd want to help me. Wouldn't you?" There was a dangerous coldness in Priscilla's voice that reminded Charlotte of a snake.

"I don't understand, how can I help you?" She asked fearfully.

"I want Jason Worthington, and you are going to help me get him." Charlotte almost giggled in relief at Priscilla's words.

"You can have him!" She exclaimed a little too loudly "I don't want anything to do with him."

"I don't believe you." Priscilla's eye's narrowed as she spoke "I think you are nothing but a tease, enjoying the attention of all these men and that Jace is too blinded by your title and your father's encouraging words to notice." As Priscilla spoke she pulled at the sheet that covered Charlotte causing her to clutch it tightly before it slid from her chest.

"No, no, no my dear Charlotte, remember your situation." Priscilla once again pulled at the cotton sheet and this time Charlotte let it slide through her fingers. When the sheet had been pulled from her torso Priscilla examined her body critically, then with a harsh smile informed Charlotte of what she already was painfully aware. "You're not at all his type you know." Priscilla's words were once again soft and melodic. "He doesn't care for broad shouldered country wenches like you." As she spoke her hands stroked Charlotte's firm abdomen. "Were you thinking about him as you fingered your slutty slit?" She pulled the sheet back even further putting her finger to her lips when she saw Charlotte start to object. "Or was it one of the others that sparked your fancy tonight."

Charlotte could not even believe how helpless she felt as Priscilla's hands ran possessively over her navel and to the delicate skin just above her soft patch of pubic hair.

"Wait, please stop this. I'll help you I promise." But Priscilla's fingers curled through the tangled hairs and found her slit, still soaking from her previous orgasm.

"You pretend to be beyond the reach of mortal men, but then you sneak back to your chambers and finger yourself like a whore thinking about Jace as you stroke yourself."

"NO!" She gasped aloud as Priscilla's two fingers parted her slick folds. "Stop! I wasn't thinking about Jace."

"Who was then, if not Jace?" She asked with a smirk. "Which one of them made you this wet for him."