Forbidden Heat

Loneliness
Reiner grabbed his butler uniform and quickly headed for his own room under the excuse of needing to change out of his wet clothes. In reality, he
needed to be alone and away from Natalia. He entered his room and locked the door behind him. Once the door was closed, Reiner slumped down
onto the floor leaning back against the door of his room.
“Natalia...” Reiner panted her name with his eyes closed as he unbuckled his belt. Then he rapidly unzipped his pants to free his ginormous throbbing
shaft from the restrictive fabric. He looked at his erect tool, the proof of his desire to make love to Natalia. Pretending not to feel anything while
touching her soft naked body was now taking a toll on his own body and mind. He had to escape from Natalia’s side before his carnal urges took over.
It’s only my second day with her and | already want to fuck her. Worst, | already fucked her with my fingers until she came. I'm still surprised at my lack
of restraint when I'm around her. Although, keeping true to my word, she did ask for it. Hearing her scream out Edward’s name while they mated crazily
last night sort of pissed me off. | need to keep my hands off her but thinking of her seductive voice when she moaned out my name passionately is
going to make it much harder than | thought. Unfortunately, | can understand a bit now why Edward could not resist his urge to go all the way with her.
Raising his palm to his nose, Reiner could still smell the smell of her skin mixed with the smell of her soap on his hand, bringing back memories of his
recent play with Natalia. He felt desire stir in his loins as his cock hardened and grew bigger. Grabbing his heated cock in his hand, he started to
stroke it up and down...

Laura just finished dressing me up to look pretty much like a little doll. I let her pick out my outfit for the day and she chose a camelia patterned pastel
pink knee-length dress for me. She matched that with some comfortable sandals and a wide-brim hat.
“My lady should relax out in the garden. | can help serve tea and some snacks, of course. The weather today is nice...and umm...Master Lucien has
ordered, | mean, requested for you to stay home for today...” Laura suggested in a timid voice
I see. Lucien looked overly worried when he visited me at the hotel. Passing me a “request” through my maid is a signal that
this request was not up for negotiation. If he told me directly, then he would have to hear my protests or answer to my
questions. I wish I could see more of Lucien and soon. He’s been too busy lately; he’s not even home today.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Although, I am not 100% in love with my dolled-up look, I do appreciate Laura’s effort
to cheer me up. Dressing me up and encouraging me to enjoy afternoon tea in the garden in order to ease my boredom and
depression of staying at home all day at Lucien’s request. Laura is genius of all maids.
“T’ll be heading to the garden then,” I told her as I smiled back.
“Yes. I will set up your afternoon tea for your shortly,” Laura said with a slight bow.
Sorry Laura, I have other plans in mind besides having afternoon tea. Luckily, Reiner didn’t seem to be around anymore. I just
want to have some alone time right now to reflect on things. I headed out of the house and headed towards the common
garden of the family’s estate. The garden was huge and was divided into a few zones including the French style garden
including a pretty cool maze, the green house where rare flowers and herbs were cultivated, and the general garden zone with
winding small walkways with trees and flowers on both sides.
During the short time that my mother and I lived together on this estate before she tragically passed away, we would spend a
lot of time together in the garden. My mother’s favorite zone was the greenhouse due to her interest in herbs. For me, my
favorite zone is the French style garden because of the maze. Zak and I played hide and seek together a lot in the maze when
we were younger. However, the zone that I was headed towards at this moment is the general zone. There is a secret spot
there that mother and I liked to escape to in order to spend quality time alone. When I was younger, I didn’t realize that my
mother probably wanted to be away from the prying eyes of the maids and other family members, but now I understand her
feelings all too well.