“Don’t argue with me. Raise your skirt and take down your knickers.”
Evie faltered, so enthralled by the image Kit had conjured that she almost wanted what to pursue what he was suggesting, and what he presumably thought they were heading towards. Her sex felt all squirmy and wet. She was opening like a flower unfurling its petals, her body preparing to welcome him, and already tightly gripping what she’d put in place.
“But, sir.”
Kit’s face darkened with rage.
“You know I can’t,” she blurted. “Because I’m wearing it. Like you showed me the other night. I couldn’t help it. I liked what we did. Can we do it again… please?” She dug her teeth into her lip.
“My office, now!”
Evie hopped down off the bucket, and Kit half dragged, half pushed her over to the bed.
“What are you wearing? What exactly are you implying, girl?” Kit’s eyes crinkled with confusion. She prayed she hadn’t thrown him too much, switching the scenario from something he seemed surprisingly sure of to something very different. He’d understand soon. She just prayed he wouldn’t be shocked in the way she suspected Ross would be. This wasn’t something she’d ever had the nerve to ask of him, though the fantasy had first arisen due to his coaxing and suggestions that they explore a little rear entry.
No, Ross would have been deeply shocked, and she’d never wanted to rock the boat. Things were comfortable between them. They each had their kinks. Ross loved water and getting them wet, and she loved watching him masturbate. It was balanced—intrinsically fair. Even with the addition of Kit the equation still balanced. They shared him equally.
“Show me. Now.”
Evie tentatively grasped the hem of her skirt and began slowly dragging it upwards, exposing one inch of thigh after another, after another.
“Up,” Kit demanded, going so far as to shove a hand between her tightly clasped thighs. “And stand up straight. What would Miss Bellows think of your deportment?”
She wasn’t wearing panties, but nor was she bare.
Kit’s breath caught. He blinked and then his shoulders relaxed. “So that’s what you were about in the bathroom. I’m surprised at you, Evie. I thought you were such a good girl. Where have you been hiding it? Not in your toy drawer.”
He’d been through her toy drawer! She was about to protest the intrusion, but he snapped back into character. “What’s the meaning of this?”
“Is it not buckled right? I did it just like you showed me.”
“Like I showed you?”
Her knees felt weak. What was he thinking? Was he horrified? Kit pressed a fingertip to the tip of the stubby black dildo attached to the harness she wore, and gave her a curiously indulgent smile.
“You haven’t lubricated it properly. I’m sure I was particularly specific about that.”
“Oh! I’m sorry. I forgot. I do still have it.”
“Where?”
“My satchel.”
“Get it.”
God, he was going to allow it. They were genuinely going to do this. When she’d fastened the straps of the harness in the bathroom, she still hadn’t believed things would play out this way.
Kit took off his clothes as she stumbled around trying to lay her hands on the bottle of lube. He was stretched out upon the bed, perfectly naked save for his mortar board when she finally climbed up beside him.
“All Ross’s coaxing to let him fuck you in the arse inspire this?”
Mute, she nodded.
“Go slowly. Take your time.”
Kit clasped the iron foot rail, balancing on his knees, while Evie removed her skirt before slathering lube over the stubby dildo. She hadn’t dared buy anything bigger. This had been an embarrassing enough party purchase. Still, its circumference was easily the size of four of her fingers squashed together.
Kit arched as she rubbed it against his anus.
