Enoch knew he was forcing it. Aran was not willing to proceed with this carnal act unless she was backed in a corner. She looked afraid. Dearly so.
But somehow, it mattered not to him. His anger, whatever it may be, did not subside. Aran’s face as she looked at Duke Silas, he remembered it. No, on second thought, he could not remember anything but the face she showed in front of others.
There was abnormal rage boiling within him and he did not know why. He thought it had much to do with a desire for monopoly and obsession. Aran, she was a precious jewel, a beautiful woman that would never be able to compare to others and he had no desire to share her with others. He did not need other women but her. She belonged to him.
Enoch rubbed her wet and moist entrance with his finger. No matter how precious she was, toys are, after all, toys. It was natural to do as he pleased.
“I… I don’t want to do it like this… I hate this kind of thing,” Aran croaked.
“Then tell me what you want. You’re always saying no, yet water’s spilling out from down there. I’m having a difficult time believing you.”
“…..”
Aran could not answer. This was a one-sided intercourse and she did not know what she wanted out of this relation, but she knew it was not this. Not like this.
Enoch unwrapped her bounded wrist by releasing the cloth from which he tied the canopy. She was surprised, but he quickly tightened his grip on her.
“How about this, then?”
“What… what are you going to do…? Untie me quickly…” her voice trembled, anxiety corroding her. The blindfold covering her eyes was thick. No matter how bright the lamp was, she could see nothing.
“I only covered your eyes. You don’t need to tremble like that. You look scared. More than a wild bird.”
He kicked his tongue and lowered his head at the nape of her neck. Her nerves tensed up. She could feel his breath tickling her, causing goosebumps in her spine.
Aran tried to calm down with slow and steady breaths, but her anxiety did not easily subside at the thought of what Enoch might do. It had always been the same with him. Right now, there was nothing she could do but breathe.
She concentrated all her efforts on Enoch. She could feel him stretching out one arm, holding her in restraint. She heard sounds rattling like he was looking for something on the table.
What was it? What did he have planned?
Whatever it was, it was and would never be in her favor. Enoch hovered above her as she held her breath. He did not press his weight on him, but it was as if she was weighed down by an invisible force.
He stroked Aran’s head and softly muttered, “You might’ve noticed that I’m not feeling well.”
Still, Aran nodded.
“I think I’ll feel a lot better when I see you moan, when I see you in pleasure. Don’t try to resist or hold it in.”
“Well, that…”
It was impossible no matter how many times she thought about it.
“It’s not difficult, is it? All you have to do is let go and enjoy it.”
Aran failed to respond.
“Why are you so ashamed to be held in my arms?” his voice sank coldly.
“When others hear it…”
“They’re just maids,” Enoch responded.
They were maids. That was true. Enoch was right. She felt ashamed to hug Enoch, to feel pleasure in his hands, to let herself go.
The hand stroking her head moved away.
“I covered your eyes, so imagine that you’re hugging the duke, not me. No, actually, I’ve a better idea. Why don’t you invite him here and enjoy it together? I don’t like others looking at you, but I don’t think you’d mind.”