bluejay712
fansly
DM
🕑 Added 2024-02-14 19:02:08 +0000 UTC You stand at attention in the doorway, knowing to avert your eyes. She moves in your peripheral vision, surrounded by servants and ladies maids. You've always seen her dressed like some sort of confection, but now here you are, somehow appointed to her personal guard, and you watch the layers of silk, lace, and ribbon stripped off of her. Her bath is filled with water and scented oils, and now you recognize the smell that had tantalized your senses every time she passed you in the halls. Roses, lilies, lavender, soaps dyed colors so she was bathing in sunset clouds. You try to keep the wonder off your face as you watch for the first time the ritual of her intimacies. And when it all ends, and the last servant disappears silently, she sits in her bed and you're certain she's staring directly at you as the chemise slides off her shoulder. The light from the candles illuminates the curls of her hair, her profile, the way her lips are softly parted as she slides her hands under the vast comforter. You almost jump at the first soft moan that sighs from her, fighting not to look as she still stares directly at you. Is this some sort of game? You fear you will quickly lose everything.
