Chapter 178: Don’t Make Plans [18+]

Arthur reached Elena’s lab after dinner. The corridor was dead quiet. He knocked once.

"Come in."

Arthur opened the door, expecting the cardboard box to be sitting right on the desk.

It wasn’t. Elena was sitting there in normal clothes, writing in a ledger.

Arthur shut the door and stared straight at the lower drawer she had locked yesterday.

Elena kept her eyes on the page. "Don’t."

"I haven’t done shit," Arthur said.

"You walked in and immediately looked at the drawer."

"Because you told me not to make plans."

"I’m aware."

She kept writing. Arthur walked over and planted both hands flat on her desk.

"You’re fucking with me."

Elena finally looked up. "Obviously."

She pointed her pen at the crystal setup from yesterday. "Hold it. I need one last reading."

Arthur stared at her. "You made me come here at night to hold another fucking crystal?"

"I made you come here because I wanted you here. The crystal happens to also be here."

Arthur grudgingly picked up the heavy glass. He fed mana into it while Elena moved around him, swapping slides and writing numbers. But he knew something else was coming. He stopped looking at the test and just watched her walk around the desk.

Elena caught him. "Crystal."

"I’m holding it."

"You’re staring at my ass."

"I can multitask."

She took the crystal out of his hands and set it down. "Done."

Arthur immediately looked at the drawer again.

Elena laughed. "God, you’re impatient."

She walked past him to the small side room attached to the lab. Arthur followed.

Elena stopped in the doorway and shoved a hand flat against his chest, pushing him back.

"Stay out here."

"You’ve already seen me naked," Arthur said.

"That isn’t the point."

She stepped inside and shut the door in his face. The lock clicked.

Arthur leaned against the desk. He heard a drawer open. Then something heavy hit the floor.

"Fuck!" Elena swore.

Arthur grinned. "What happened?"

"Nothing."

"That sounded expensive."

"Shut up."

More rustling. Fabric tearing slightly.

"Why does this thing have three fucking hooks?" Elena muttered loudly.

Arthur walked toward the door. "Elena?"

"Stay out."

He laughed and went back to the desk. The rustling went on long enough that Arthur started wondering whether she’d trapped herself in the damn thing.

The door finally opened.

Arthur turned around.

Elena stepped out, yanking a long glove up her arm.

The outfit was ridiculous. Black fabric hugged her torso, cinched tight at the waist by a black corset. The short outer robe was split dangerously high, leaving her thighs completely bare above dark stockings and tall black boots. A narrow silver choker cut across her throat. She had a thin black-and-silver mantle hanging off her shoulders and a silver headpiece resting in her hair.

It looked like high-elven court clothing redesigned for a high-end brothel.

Elena finished pulling the glove up. She noticed Arthur hadn’t moved.

"What?" she asked.

Arthur stayed perfectly still. His eyes went from the slit in the robe to the way the corset pushed her tits up.

"What?" she asked again.

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

Elena caught exactly where he was looking. She walked toward the tall mirror beside the bookshelves and turned her back to him, checking the robe.

Arthur got a full view of her ass in the glass. The robe barely covered it.

Elena met his eyes in the reflection. She reached down and hiked the robe higher up her thigh, deliberately showing off more skin.

"There it is," Arthur said.

"What?"

"You figured out you like this."

Elena turned around. "I bought the outfit, Arthur. I had a pretty good idea."

She walked past him toward the desk. Arthur reached out and grabbed her waist.

Elena slapped his hand away hard without breaking her stride.

She hopped backward onto the edge of the desk and sat. She crossed her legs. The slit in the robe fell wide open. She crossed her legs and started complaining that the boots were already rubbing at her calves.

Arthur wasn’t listening.

She noticed. She deliberately uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. The dark fabric shifted, exposing the bare, pale skin high up her thigh.

Arthur’s eyes tracked it.

Elena laughed and slid off the desk, walking right up to him. Arthur reached for her again, and this time she let him catch her hips and pull her in.

She looked down at his hands, took both wrists, and moved them higher to exactly where she wanted them on her waist. She left them there for a moment before slipping out of his grip and backing away.

Arthur’s hands dropped. "That’s fucking evil."

"Is it?"

She wandered around him like she had nowhere else to be. She reached across the desk for a pen she didn’t need, dragging her ass firmly against his thigh. She leaned over his shoulder.

Arthur turned his head and tried to kiss her.

Elena jerked back out of reach.

She walked away, looked in the mirror, and pulled the silver headpiece off. She threw it straight at him.

Arthur caught it, looked at the metal, then put it on his own head.

Elena stared at him. "Take that off."

"Make me."

She marched across the room to grab it. When she reached for his head, Arthur caught her waist.

Elena pulled back once. He held her there.

"You keep coming over here," Arthur said.

"You stole my headpiece."

She snatched it off his head, but she didn’t step back. They stayed right there. Arthur’s hands squeezed her waist. Elena looked down at them, then back up.

Heavy footsteps came down the corridor outside.

Elena glanced at the locked door, but stayed pressed right against him.

"You’re fucking crazy," Arthur muttered.

Elena pushed two fingers hard against his mouth. "Quiet."

The footsteps slowed down. Whoever it was stopped near the lab.

Elena stayed exactly where she was. She pushed her hips forward, grinding her crotch deliberately into his thigh.

A soft, dirty breath slipped out of her mouth as the friction hit her.

Arthur’s grip tightened on her waist.

The footsteps finally started up again and faded down the hall.

Elena pulled away and walked over to the desk, sitting back on the edge. She didn’t pretend to care about the boots anymore. She looked straight at him and pulled one of the long gloves off, throwing it on the floor.

Arthur dragged the chair over and sat right in front of her.

Elena raised an eyebrow.

"Go on," Arthur said. "You obviously want me to watch."

Elena’s mouth twitched.

She slid off the desk, stepped right between his knees, and braced her hands on his shoulders, bending down until their faces were inches apart.

"Finally," Arthur said.

"Who said anything changed?" Elena whispered.

She stepped backward until her ass hit the desk, hoisted herself back up onto the wood, and spread her legs wide.

She pushed the robe aside, leaving her thighs bare on the edge of the desk. One glove was already gone, her hair was falling loose around her face, and the silver mantle lay discarded on the floor, but she didn’t seem to care anymore. She held his gaze, her fingers sliding up the dark stockings, past the lace edges, and hooking the thin strip of silk she wore underneath the corset.

She shoved it aside and pressed two fingers against her own wetness.

Her breath caught, but she kept looking straight at him. Her hand moved faster as her hips shifted against the wood, knocking a stack of loose parchment off the desk and sending half of it sliding onto the floor.

Elena barely noticed. Her thighs tightened around her wrist and her hips jerked upward again.

A sharp gasp broke from her throat as the climax hit and her body shook against the desk. Fluid soaked her fingers and spilled down her thighs in a messy rush, splashing against the wooden edge and pooling onto the floor.

Elena dropped back onto her elbows and looked down at the mess she’d made across the desk and floor.

Arthur shoved the chair back and crossed the gap before Elena had fully recovered.

Elena tried to give him the same smug look she’d been wearing all night. It didn’t really work when she was still trying to catch her breath. Arthur caught her around the waist, and her hands went straight into his shirt to pull him the rest of the way in.

He pulled her in and kissed her hard. Elena opened up for him immediately, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she kissed him back.

Arthur tore the front hooks of her corset open with one hand. Elena laughed into the kiss, wrapping her thighs around his hips and grinding her pussy against his dick through his trousers.

Arthur shoved her backward, pinning her against the scattered notes and puddles of fluid on the desk. They separated just enough to breathe.

Arthur pulled back enough to look at the torn front of the outfit.

Elena followed his eyes.

"Don’t."

Arthur laughed.

She grabbed his shirt and pulled his mouth back down.