Chapter 94: Letting Her Take Charge First (18+)

I didn’t answer with words.

I reached up, cupped the back of her neck, and pulled her down into a kiss.

She made a small sound against my mouth before her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt. The ledger she’d been holding clattered to the floor, forgotten.

When I finally pulled back, her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her carefully constructed composure shattered completely.

"That’s a yes, then," she breathed.

"Of course it’s a yes. But just to be clear, Anna allowed this, correct?"

Trish laughed, the sound bright and genuine.

"That’s the worst thing you could have said after kissing me. And somehow, it just makes me like you more."

"How so?"

"Because it’s proof. You may still be as lustful as the rumors say, but you actually care about every one of us."

She tilted her head.

"And to answer your question, yes, she allowed it. Actually... encouraged might be the better word."

To think a nuclear warhead made all this possible. If I were any more insane, I’d probably start a cult around atoms just to thank it for this moment.

No amount of war medals or soldiers under my thumb could beat a crazy, beautiful woman who was deathly in love with you.

I tested her first, stroking her cheek to gauge her reaction. She nuzzled into it almost like a cat. Almost the same as Anna.

Next I guided her down between my legs, and she followed, looking up at me with her head tilted against my hand.

What a sight...

"What are you trying to do?" Trish asked with a faint smile.

"Just teasing."

"I’m already in a see-through dress. I don’t think you’ll faze me, Reyn."

She crawled upward from her position, forcing me backward onto the bed until my back hit the headboard, her on all fours in front of me.

"I’m guessing you studied this in a book?"

Trish blushed at the tease.

"That’s... well, it’s not like nobles get good sex education."

Still Trish, despite all the confidence, huh?

I let my hands settle on her hips, feeling the warmth of her through the thin fabric. The violet dress that had seemed so bold now felt like nothing at all, a flimsy barrier between her skin and mine.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"Why wouldn’t I?

"Then like faster."

I laughed, and she used the moment to close the distance, pressing her lips to mine again. This kiss was different from the first, less surprise and more intent. Her hands slid up my chest, fingers curling into the collar of my shirt.

When she pulled back, her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide in the candlelight.

"This dress is getting in the way now."

She reached for the hem of her dress, but I caught her wrists before she could pull it up.

"Let me."

Trish’s breath caught, but she nodded, settling back onto her heels as I worked the fabric slowly and deliberately upward. The dress slid over her hips, her waist, and she raised her arms to let me pull it over her head.

What remained was pale silk that left nothing to the imagination. I didn’t even think it could qualify as underwear. It almost seemed to blend into her own paleness.

As for the white silk covering her pelvis...

"You’re already wet."

The fabric was already darkening, and the bare skin of her thighs glistened with pale droplets seeping from beneath it.

The white silk was the last barrier, and I took my time with it.

Trish’s breath hitched as my fingers hooked under the waistband, pulling it down inch by inch. The fabric clung to her skin, slick with her arousal, and she had to lift her hips to let me slide it past her thighs.

She looked down at herself, then back at me, still fully clothed, still buttoned and composed while she was bare. Her lips parted in protest.

"That’s not fair."

"What isn’t?"

"You’re still—" She gestured vaguely at my shirt, my trousers. "Everything."

"I am."

"Reyn~"

The whine in her voice was new. The composed maid, the calculating villainess, the woman who’d destroyed a bank, all of it stripped away by the simple fact that she was naked and I wasn’t.

"I’ll take them off eventually."

"Eventually—?"

"Patience."

She opened her mouth to argue, but I guided her forward until she was straddling my lap, the heat of her center pressing against my still-clothed thigh. The contact made her gasp, her train of thought derailing entirely.

"Reyn..."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want..." She bit her lip, the words clearly difficult. "I want you to stop teasing."

"Then say it properly. Remember, you’re a woman who just destroyed a bank. You have more than enough authority to tell me what you want."

Her eyes flashed with something between frustration and desire.

"I want you inside me. Please."

"Wasn’t so hard now, was it?"

She shivered at the words, her hips rocking instinctively against my thigh. The friction made her breath catch.

"I’d like to remind you that what we’re doing and destroying a bank are two completely different things."

"You’re still you, though," I smirked.

"That doesn’t change the fact that I can be submissive if I want to."

"Being submissive and asking for what you want aren’t mutually exclusive."

"Get to the point already~!"

I wasn’t just doing this to annoy her. It would be better for both of us if Trish got used to asking for what she wants.

Makes it far more easier and pleasurable for me.

I reached down between us, unfastening my trousers. The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet room, and Trish watched my hands like she was afraid I’d stop.

"You’re staring."

"Of course I am."

I freed myself, and her eyes widened with hunger, reaching down between us, her fingers wrapping around me with a tentative grip that quickly grew confident.

"Since you basically just told me to take charge more, I’ll be doing this..."

She guided me to her entrance, and I watched her face as she sank down. Her mouth fell open, her eyes fluttering shut, her breath leaving her in a long, shaky exhale.

"Haah~"

"Okay?"

She nodded, though she didn’t open her eyes.

"Give me a second."

I waited, my hands steady on her hips. The candlelight flickered across her skin, painting shadows across the lean muscle of her stomach, the curve of her breasts.

She was tight around me, her body adjusting inch by inch.

Then her eyes opened, and the vulnerability in them was gone, replaced by something sharper.

"Okay," she said again, and this time she smiled. "I’m okay."

She rolled her hips experimentally, and we both groaned.

"Careful," I warned.

"I’m not going to be careful."

Her hands slid up her own stomach, cupping her breasts.

"Don’t underestimate me."

The sight of her touching herself while she moved on top of me was almost too much. I let her set the pace, watched her find her rhythm, her silver hair swaying with each roll of her hips.

"You look good like this."

She laughed, breathless. "Like what?"

"On top."

Her smile widened.

She leaned forward, her hands pressing flat against my chest, and the angle changed. The sound she made was raw, surprised, almost wounded.

"Ahh~ there—!"

"There?"

"There," she confirmed, and began moving faster.

The bed creaked beneath us. The candle on the nightstand guttered, nearly extinguishing, then caught again. Trish’s hair fell around her face as she rode me, her breathing ragged, her eyes half-closed.

"Reyn— hah— Reyn~"

She reached for my hand, lacing her fingers through mine. The gesture was so tender it ached.

"More," she gasped. "Please— mmmh~"

I thrust up to meet her, and her cry was muffled by her own hand slapping over her mouth.

"Don’t," I said, pulling her hand away. "I want to hear you."

The shyness that flashed across her face was the same one from the bath all those weeks ago.

Then it vanished, replaced by something more confident. She let her head fall back and moaned loud enough to echo off the walls.

"Ah~ Reyn! Hah..."

I’ll give her what she wants and take charge eventually. But for now, I’ll let her be the one to take the lead.