Villains also get Second chance

[MATURE READIND, THE CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL WORDS, FOR R18 OR ABOVE OF AGE]

This was the first time she had ever touched a man's member and as her fingers wrapped around him, that curiosity undoubtedly increased.

Marianne swallowed. She was utterly nervous but utterly curious at the same time. He was right, she had to familiarize herself with this or else she would never calm down, and since they were thinking of giving their marriage a second chance, maybe just may be they would finally do that too. With that thought, she consold herself, she was a villain, how could she cower with just a thing. No she would not be afraid, but accept it.

She looked at the straining man and was glad that he was at least giving her time to adjust and feed her anxiety and curiosity.

As if she was about to jump onto an unknown adventure realm, Marianne took a deep breath and then, an intense concentration blazed in her eyes.

Finally, she started moving. She used her forefinger and thumb to squeeze the hidden monster, curious to see if it was really as hard as a rock or maybe it had some soft bits as well. As she squeezed it, she felt it react to her touch, so, as if she was conducting an experiment, she squeezed it again to see if it would do the same thing again. To her surprise, it did!

Feeling braver, she used two fingers this time and she got the same reaction again. She then moved along his shaft, stopping and squeezing him with her forefinger and thumb every now and again, like a child who found a new toy to play with.

After she got tired of that, she took her forefinger and she placed it on the tip of this hidden monster and then, as if she was drawing a line, moved her

finger from the tip towards the other end, curious to know where it started and where it ended. Afterwards, she walked her fingers from the end of his hard little monster back to the tip. She noticed that when she touched the tip of this big monster, it would always jump out at her, every single time. She poked the tip of his arousal once, twice, three times and then once more before she was finally satisfied that his reaction wasn't a one-off reaction.

Cassius had taken his hand off of hers when he saw her start to interact with his very excited little monster. At first, he felt quite gratified to see that she had taken the initiative to explore this part of his body but as time went by, and as she continued to explore, he felt like he was being tortured. He tried to be patient and he tried very hard to let her get familiar with him but this really was testing his patience to the core!

Everything she did extracted an involuntary reaction from him. As hard as he tried to keep his body still, he just couldn't! All he could do was prevent the groan that crept up to his throat and threatened to come out at her every touch.

He thought that this would be a good practice run, something to ease her into the more intimate relations that were bound to happen sooner or later if they both stayed positive like that. To be honest he was happy that they were lost here and he was not looking forward to going back home. There were always people around them, whether it was that Philip or Killian always glued to him. He was sure it would never have happened if they would have been in the palace.

He thought that this would be a good practice run, something to ease her into the more intimate relations that were bound to happen sooner or later if they both stayed positive like that. To be honest he was happy that they were lost here and he was not looking forward to going back home. There were always people around them, whether it was that Philip or Killian always glued to him. He was sure it would never have happened if they would have been in the palace.

He was so enthralled that she was trying to help him. But now it felt like he just felt like he ended up torturing himself. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! But then again, nothing ever went to plan when Marianne was involved.

Marianne, who was still unaware of the torture she was putting him through, continued to explore. This time, she wrapped her hand around it and tried to push it to the left, wondering if it would spring back to the middle on its own.

She never got to know the answer because It was at this point that Cassius finally intervened. He could not take it anymore. He felt like his big little monster was about to burst like a damned water balloon, so he held her hand to stop what she was doing.

"Marianne," he uttered, his voice sounding a little pained. "I could not bear it anymore you will be the death of me," he added.

She turned to look at him and what she saw made her gasp. She was utterly shocked. The man who had lain there, silent and unmoving, all this time, the man who always seemed to be in control, seemed like he was struggling, and quite badly too.

She saw the beads of sweat that lined his forehead, saw a few drops make its way down from his neck to his smooth, perfectly chiseled chest and his chest also glistened with a layer of sweat. He looked so damn sexy that Marianne couldn't help but stare.

Their eyes met and for a moment they both stopped. They both looked at each others eyes and he took the benefit of the distraction and her hand. He took it and moved it further towards his aim.