Yes

Surely he wouldn’t know. Eliza’s hand ran down her belly and between her legs. She was still wet from the way the butler had used her in front of Sir. Her fingertips found her way to her clit and began to rub slow, steady circles around the little button. She couldn’t help but gasp as she began to stimulate herself.

Her juices flowed freely. Her body was more than ready for something; she wasn’t quite sure exactly what it was. The temptation to let her fingers slide into her little hole once again washed over her. But so did the same feeling that she needed to wait, that that wasn’t hers to take. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, focusing on the pressure building in her clit.

It felt like her nerve endings were on fire. She was so turned on from having been essentially loaned out to Michael and the pressure was building even more strongly than it had the last time she’d been allowed to get off. And this time was even different in that she wasn’t supposed to be doing this. The illicit nature of her mounting climax made every sensation all the more intense.

When it crashed through her body, she felt herself start to shake. She kept rubbing, letting the overstimulation take over. She bit her lip, desperately trying not to make a sound. She knew that if she was too noisy she’d be caught in her stolen orgasm. The pleasure washed through her body and she knew she was moaning softly. At least she hoped it was softly.

When the last wave of her climax washed through her and she stopped rubbing, Eliza let out a soft “oh.” She laid back on the pillows, panting. A creeping dread filled her. She’d done something very wrong. But surely no one would find out. She was all alone. And she’d been quiet… relatively speaking. No, she’d be fine. There’s no way anyone would catch her. Eliza sucked on her fingers as her thoughts raced, cleaning the last traces of her juices from her digits. Soon, she drifted off into a troubled sleep, the smell of her sex lingering in the air.