Chapter 10
Simone was so aroused as she drew Caroline through the hell that she felt she could come if she was touched in even the slightest way.
But she was also worried. There was something a little unraveled about Caroline in this place.
She needed support. She needed Simone. Not just because she was needy, but because she was fully awakening to who she truly was.
To a lady who had been raised in a sheltered existence with only one end for her entire life, Simone could imagine that was overwhelming.
Except she wasn’t taking Caroline into the infamous darkened hall at the back of the Donville Masquerade to save her.
No, she wanted something else. She needed something else.
All the years of tension was finally coming to a head and what Simone wanted more than anything was to be there to watch Caroline surrender.
She’d seen the two women Caroline had been watching go into the rooms where they could fuck. Simone hoped they’d chosen one where they would leave a little window open to be spied upon.
The hallway was cool and dim and Caroline clutched Simone’s hand with both her own as she followed. Caroline trusted her. That was a thrill Simone shouldn’t have put so much stock in, but she did.
She peered into each spy area of the rooms they passed. Some were closed, some were open but contained men and women together. The moans echoed in the quiet and Caroline’s fingers gripped hers tighter.
“Almost there,” Simone whispered. She found the last open peeping area and smiled. The two women were in the room. They were still kissing but had already begun to undress each other. The bodice of one lady’s gown was already at her waist, the other was only in her chemise.
She drew Caroline forward and positioned her in front of herself so she could see better. Simone had a clear view over her shoulder and together they watched the scene before them play out.
The two had clearly been lovers before. There was something familiar about the way they touched as they peeled layers of clothing away from each other, their mouths and fingers tangling with every stroke.
They moved like they already knew the map of each other’s pleasure.
Simone didn’t recognize either lady, but they were both wearing masks, probably because they were aware they might be being watched.
Perhaps they were two women of Society like Caroline who only had this place to share themselves.
“Oh my God,” Caroline whimpered, and reached back to cup Simone’s hip. Simone tipped her head back at the heated pleasure that intimate touch created.
The women were both naked now, hands moving over soft curves, lingering as their kisses grew deeper and more passionate.
Their whimpers lifted, rising to become moans as one of the women dropped her head and sucked her lover’s nipple, swirling her tongue around as she looked up with a lewd half-smile.
“God, I have dreamed of this every time that bastard touches me,” her lover whispered as she clutched the other woman’s head closer.
“Then I’ll make it worth the wait,” the second lady promised. “But I need you now, right this very moment.”
As she spoke, she pushed the other back on the bed. Before Simone, Caroline gasped and her fingers dug into Simone’s hip a little harder. It seemed the idea of surrender appealed. She marked that, just as she’d been marking the preferences of her lovers for more than half her life.
“Oh my God,” Caroline moaned at the scene before them.
The more dominant woman had settled between her partner’s legs, pushing her thighs wide and now she was licking her lover. Long, languid explorations that made the first woman jolt and moan as she gripped the other’s hair in both her fists.
Caroline’s breath was harder and harsher as the scene before her grew more and more heated.
As the rolling, lifting, seeking passion intensified.
After some time of teasing and tasting, the first woman orgasmed like she’d been waiting far too long to hold back and the second just kept on, toying with her and building her right back up again to make her come a second time.
Simone wrapped an arm around Caroline’s stomach and cradled herself around her from behind.
Slowly they began to grind against each other and Simone’s breath came out in a shaky sigh of pleasure at this encounter she had wanted for far too long.
Caroline’s whimpers and sighs were driving her mad with desire, something far deeper and more powerful than she could remember feeling with a lover for years.
It almost felt new as she lived it through Caroline.
The woman in the room was coming again, thrashing her head on the pillows as her lover pumped fingers into her.
Caroline didn’t watch anymore, though. She turned in Simone’s arms and suddenly her mouth was on Simone’s.
Everything else was forgotten as they kissed with wild, aching abandon.
In the dark, Caroline was far bolder than she had ever been before.
The fingers of one hand came into Simone’s hair, clutching against her scalp.
And with the other she cupped Simone’s breast through her gown, massaging and grunting when her thumb brushed Simone’s hard nipple beneath.
Simone knew she should pull away. She should stop this. But now it was out of control. Now it was out in the world where she never should have allowed it to be because of their disparate positions in Society. Because of Caroline’s innocence, which would surely cause her to regret this someday.
“Please,” Caroline moaned against her lips. “All I want is you, Simone. All I want is for you to touch me like that.”
Their mouths clashed again and Simone fought for clarity as Caroline’s stunning demand ricocheted through her mind.
Caroline wanted to be fucked, she wanted to come.
She wanted Simone to be the one who did it.
But she couldn’t do that here. Not where someone, some man even, could walk into the hallway and spoil this moment.
So she didn’t speak because she couldn’t anymore, but she drew back, clasped Caroline’s hand again and dragged her back down the hall, back into the light of the main hall, and through the writhing mass of people.
She dragged her away from one hell and into what she knew would be something changing for both of them.
Something that she could no longer deny, even if she feared it and longed for it in equal, terrifying measure.
The world was spinning and Caroline could scarcely keep her head about her as Simone dragged her out of the main hall and out into the street.
She was removing her from the hell, Caroline realized.
Asking for pleasure had made her do that, like some kind of punishment because she didn’t deserve what she’d seen.
“Simone,” she gasped, trying to find words to beg for her to stop. To not push her away again like she had pushed her away so many times before.
Simone ignored her and approached a fine carriage. It was unmarked. She opened the door and then looked up at the footman who was starting to come down to help.
“Find Mrs. Banfield’s man and tell him he can go home. I’ll escort her.”
“Yes, miss,” the servant said.
“I’ll knock when I’m ready for you to go straight to her home,” Simone added to the driver.
She placed a hand on Caroline’s back then and helped her into the carriage. Caroline didn’t understand what was happening. She was taking Caroline home rather than putting her in her own vehicle. Was that so she could scold her? Finally end whatever this was because Caroline had gone too far?
She didn’t get a chance to ask. The moment Simone closed the carriage door and they began to move, she launched herself across the seat and her mouth was one Caroline’s all over again. She was hungry and it was heated and Caroline forgot everything but the explosive power of this moment.
As Simone tugged both their masks away and threw them over her shoulder, Caroline buried her hands into Simone’s hair.
She felt it loosen from the style but was unable to care if she ruined it.
She’d never touched Simone’s hair until tonight and she was obsessed with how silky it was when it tangled around her fingertips.
She wanted to feel it on her skin. She wanted to feel it on her thighs when Simone did to her what she’d seen those women do in the room at the hell. Then she wanted to do the same to her.
“Fuck,” Simone gasped, breaking the kiss at last. But she didn’t pull away or try to talk. Her mouth moved lower instead, tracing the line of Caroline throat. She sucked there, dancing right on the edge of pleasure and pain, and Caroline cried out.
“Oh yes, let me hear it,” Simone growled, going lower, licking and kissing the exposed ridges of Caroline’s collarbone, moving her lips over her covered breasts. She wanted to rip them free of the fabric and offer them.
But Simone was going on her knees now before her.
She was shoving those knees wider, she grasped Caroline’s hips and tugged so she was slouched on the carriage seat.
It was just like what they’d observed at the hell.
Simone’s face was between her legs, so close to her sex that if Caroline just lifted a little…
She didn’t get the chance. Simone met her stare and without breaking it she started to push the fabric of her skirt up.
Higher and higher, over her knees, over her thighs, past where her stockings were tied.
She was wearing drawers and Simone made a little sound of displeasure before she caught the edge of the slit down the middle of them and tore it wider so that Caroline was fully exposed.
Only then did she look away and down Caroline’s body in the dim light to stare at her. Some part of Caroline wanted to cover herself. To look away from Simone perched between her legs like this. To stare at the ceiling instead of stay in the moment.