[D4 E] Teach Me

[Maester Oswell]

"I am sure that you can find the right way to impress the importance of her innocence upon her. Maybe something to do with family, that seems to be a strong belief she holds to?"

[Kaliya Redding]

"Herr loyalty is a crredit to the Dunn name," she agreed, "but werre you planning on talking all night?"

[Maester Oswell]

Raising an eyebrow at the insatiable woman, but offering no complaint, Oswell simply turned the chair so it faced the small table on which rested his now long cold bowl of soup.

"If milady would be so kind as to place her elbows on the table, and her knees on my arm rests, I'd be happy to give my tongue more pleasant work than speech."

[Kaliya Redding]

Whether insatiable, or seeking a means of control - even with the maester, to whom she was the closest she had ever been to trusting someone - she gladly complied with his instructions. Her elbows jostled the items on the tabletop as she made herself comfortable.

[Maester Oswell]

This kind of control, Oswell had no qualms about submitting to. She suggested it, but his mind was naturally headed that direction anyway. With his nails scraping up her calves, then her thighs, Kaliya would soon find her dress bunched up at the small of her back, her legs splayed apart and her womanhood exposed to the Maester's hungry gaze.

"Allow me to show you something I learned in the pleasure houses of Tyrosh..."


/ftb