Last updated on 2022-03-15 at 21:12 pm - Estimated reading time 00:03:15
Stunned, she slumped into the armchair, tracing with her fingertips the golden torque necklace, discovering how this large rigid neck ring in metal, made as a single piece, was strange with its large snake headed lock that glistened on the green velvet of the box. The memories of the man brought her back unceasingly to the jewels with which he had adorned her near the fire as if all that was for her only, a dark desire still unfulfilled.
All of her being was betraying her now and her nipples hardened, as if they were again adorned with gold. Unable to control her thoughts, lost freely in a lustful whirlwind, while her little love bud was consumed with desire to be once again encircled by that heavy ring that had been affixed by a piercing. The impenetrable Gothic-like characters engraved along the thick golden buckle reminded her of the ones she had seen running around her waist, adding only more doubts to her great confusion. Who was this man? Was she a victim of a curse? Or worse, was she his slave? These unanswered questions still plagued her with dread as she felt the moisture beading on her sex between her thighs. Deeply disturbed to have let herself be submerged by her lowest instincts, she remained like that a long moment, paralyzed, unable of the smallest reaction.
Suddenly, a soft voice pulled her out of her lurid dreams.
“That’s a beautiful necklace you have there, Miss Aubrey? Is that your name?”
Somewhat surprised by the compliment tinged with a slight German accent, she was speechless in front of this elegant middle-aged blonde woman with a slender figure who was presenting herself.
“Would you like me to help you to put it on?”
In an instant Aubrey’s cheekbones, delicately strewn with a few freckles, flamed with a soft pinkish hue betraying her excitement. As she remembered the old man’s cursed gold, a lightning instantly tore her confused mind, while her gaze landed one last time on that clasp she now knew she could never open again. Her eyes sparkled, illuminating her face of an unspeakable clearness while instinctively she already tied her hair to better present her, her neck.
Then lowering her eyes, she humbly handed her the box.
“Yes, Madam…”
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