Touch

This chapter gets... spicy.

Just a little.

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"Close your eyes." His voice a force of power over her senses.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, long eyelashes brushing her dainty freckled cheeks.

Nerves and excitement potent in her veins.

He had called it a test of touch.

Enid had no idea what that might entail.

Maybe she was meant to feel things and guess what they are?

The cold stickiness of the skin patches attached to her as he applied them along her chest.

As the last one was put in place, his warm fingers brushed lightly over the soft skin just below her collar bone.

Air hitched in her lungs.

A soft beeping started, and Enid recognized it as the electrogram machine.

A rustling joined it as Dr. Easton left her side for a moment.

She fought the urge to open her eyes.

"You're going to feel a slight touch," his minty breath washing over her as he returned to his seat near her head.

A feather-like feeling began along her arm, slightly ticklish.

She reflexively moved away from the strange sensation.

"Try not to move." His voice closer than she expected.

Taking a deep breath, she took in the delicious scent of his expensive cologne.

The feather-like feeling continued up her shoulders before crossing the expanse of her chest.

Her satin slip feeling incredibly exposing as she lay still.

She was left completely vulnerable to him.

Suddenly the sensation dipped lower, ghosting over the swell of her breast.

A rush of air escaped her in surprise.

The beeping increased dramatically, her heartrate jumping.

Enid's cyan eyes flew open and found his dark sapphire gaze.

His mask was in place, but his eyes were hungry.

"I thought I told you to close your eyes, little girl." He murmured darkly.

"Dr. Easton-" her heart thrummed in her chest, "what are we testing?"

"Have you ever been touched?" He asked, her eyes dropping to the black object in his hand.

It looked a bit like a duster, but somehow more... exotic.

"This is a feather tickler. It's used to assess what is societally refers to as your 'ticklish' level." He explained.

"Oh." Her eyes studying the tool.

"You have not answered my question. Have you been touched?" His reminder firm.

"Touched?" She leaned up on her elbows.

"Yes, Enid. Has anyone ever caressed your delicate pale skin?" His eyes searching hers.

She flushed further, an enticing rouge.

Embarrassment crawled up her spine.

"No." Her voice a whisper.

A possessive smile bloomed on his face and his eagerness lighted in his gaze.

"Have you ever pleasured yourself?" He asked, his hand reaching to tuck a wayward curl behind her ear.

Enid wanted the couch to open up and swallow her.

"Is-is this part of the research?" Her sweet voice shaking.

His eyes studied her with something like wonder.

"You haven't. Well, that certainly changes things..." He turned to his notebook, scrawling something hidden from her view by the dark leather.

"Sir?" Her head tilted in confusion.

His eyes snapped back to her.

He took in the way she had propped herself up, one strap of the slip had fallen from her shoulder.

She was the definition of innocence.

"Fuck." The curse fell softly from his lips.

"You're making this incredibly difficult for me, Enid." The words slipping past as though he had not meant to speak them aloud.

He began removing the sticky nodes from her chest, rubbing over the skin with his thumb as he did so.

Worry seared in her heart.

She didn't mean to be making things difficult.

Fear of being fired raced through her.

"Maybe if I understood what was happening, I could help better." Enid spoke hopefully.

Dr. Easton settled back into the armchair and she turned slightly to face him.

His large, intimidating body made the spacious seat seem small.

He stared at her for a moment, as though deciding something.

"Come sit on my lap." Came his command.

Enid's eyes widened at his instruction.

"Now, Enid." His voice even deeper.

Something innate within her drove her forward, obeying the command without thought.

She scrambled up from the couch and stood awkwardly between his strong legs.

His hand lifted forward, securing gently yet firmly around her arm.

He pulled her forward, guiding her legs to rest on either side of his own.

Enid looked down at their overlapping legs, trying to hide from his fervid gaze and the sensation of her core being so close to his.

She felt something hard beneath her and shifted slightly.

A hiss escaped between his gritted teeth and his hands encompassed her waist, holding her still.

"Don't do that, darling. I don't think you're quite ready for the consequences." His grip tightening.

She glanced up on him, worrying her lip between her teeth.

Enid was unsure of what to do.

She knew what was happening was wrong.

Sitting on your professor's lap was not a normal occurrence, no matter the country one is in.

But she found she did not want to leave.

She expected to feel scared, but she did not.

In fact, settled in his grasp, she felt the safest she ever had.

"Look at me." He uttered and her eyes connected with his.

"We agreed to wait until all three of us were here to explain all of this to you. But we didn't realize the full extent of your... innocence." His hands searing heat through the thin material of her slip.

"I don't understand." Enid's response was honest, pleading.

Enid felt as though she was missing something.

Something big that had started the moment she had walked into Dr. Easton's lecture hall.

"I know, darling. But I promise it'll all make sense soon. Alex and Dante will be home in around an hour and we'll all discuss it together." One hand coming up to run soothingly through her curls.

Her head subconsciously leaning into his affection.

"Okay." She had lived with this confusion for days, what was another hour.

"Are you going to fire me?" She asked suddenly, his hand falling from her hair.

His chuckle sent goosebumps along her arms.

How could his laugh alone be so attractive?

His arms wrapped around her small waist, equal parts comfort and cage.

"No, darling. We're going to keep you." He promised.

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How do you think their conversation is going to go?

And what do you think was in those documents Enid signed?

I'd love to hear your theories!

Comments fill my heart with joy.

All my love, Sappho ✶