Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 52: Afternoon Taste Of Gooseberry.

Chapter 52: Afternoon Taste Of Gooseberry.

Afternoon.

His office, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

Lydia had been alone since breakfast when Theodore stood up after she was done, dropped a kiss on my head and left for work. The office is at home.

She has been feeling uncomfortable since and she doesn’t even feel like doing anything but see him. She left her library where she had been spacing out since to go find him.

She peeked in his office. "Theodore?" she whispered

Theodore’s attention leaves the stationery in front of him, his sky blue eyes rising to meet hers "Yes, Gooseberry" he held a smile in his eyes.

She stepped inside, turned, and locked the door, making his muscles clench in anticipation. What is she doing? She remained facing the wooden door so he called her name. "Lydia?"

She swerved facing me "Are you by any chance angry, Husband?" she mumbled, her eyes on the wall behind him.

"No" his calm voice meets her.

She meets his eyes "Good because I am" she told

"What?" he asked baffled.

"I am angry at you" she made clear.

He narrowed his eyes "Why, I can never be angry at you" he declared.

"Well, I can very much be angry at you" she scoffed.

"What did I do?" he asked calmly

"You disrespected my love for you" she wailed "You’re the monster, the dark one, I know everyone knows, everyone talks about it, so you didn’t have to tell it to me at breakfast" she completed, heaving and red.

"I..."

"We’re husband and wife, I’m here, and I want to know you, all of you" she breathed out, in one sentence.

"I’m sorry" he let out

She nodded "I forgive you" she smiled.

"You also did wrong?" he added, relaxing in his seat.

"I thought you said you shall never be angry at me" she scowled

He nodded. "I’m not, but you had regret etched in your eyes when I told you about that night" he paused, stood up and strutted to her, past her and to the door "It was as though you regret being here" he admitted.

She turned to him. "No, I was merely thinking I should’ve said something when he called my name, but I watched and I regret judging you, I’m sorry" she apologized

"He was sent for you" Theodore lets out after a beat of silence.

"And you got to him first" she mumbled looking at the buttons of his shirt, lost in thought.

"Come here" he growled, his arms wide open, an invitation. She pouted.

"I’m still angry" she claimed, her arms akimbo.

"I want a kiss" he divulged, leaving the door.

"What would I get in return?" she retorted

He smirked drawing her into his arms "Didn’t peg you to be a cruel negotiator" he

"I can be anything for you" she countered, her face reddening "So what are you giving me?" she continued.

"You can change the paint on the wall of your library if you let me taste you" he promised

Her eyes lit up "That’s all?" she asked

"Yes, Gooseberry, A taste" he bellowed.

"Okay," she agreed.

He lets her out of his arms after a kiss on her forehead. "Go over there" he enunciated.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Chop chop Gooseberry," He said coldly "You have room to paint" She’s perplexed.

"I... what are you intending to do" she inquired of his intentions after reaching the desk, his office desk.

"Sit on the desk" he urged

"Theodore" she called him, breathless.

"Sit on the desk, Lydia" he growled.

He prowled toward her with a darkened gaze, her heart rate escalated to a rushed pace, her lips parted as he reached her, his scent invading her senses with a fresh intensity.

With his legs he pushed her feet from the ankle apart, she drew in a sharp breath as it brought her closer to the edge, he placed both his palms on her knees steadying her on the desk, her heart rising and falling with a swiftness that Lydia couldn’t control.

Theodore, still holding her gaze spread her knees apart, and her little gasp made him smile, he stepped in between her legs. This is his little wife, his gooseberry, pure, innocent, sweet and delectable.

He pressed a kiss between her brows, on her eye simultaneously, her nose and then those luscious lips. She had her eyes closed, her palm placed flat on either side of the table. He trailed his hand down from her warm neck to her full breasts, he palmed it, both of them, simultaneously kissing her neck and nibbling her ears. He squeezed and fondled her breasts, eliciting a soft moan from his wife that prompted him to unzip the zip barricading her breasts from him, the boobs spilling out at that question.

Lydia shivered as the cold air hit them, her nipple taut and pink waiting to be feasted on, the size average and inviting. His warmth replaced the cold as he bent and took her right nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He nibbled and swiped his tongue on it, before he then started to suckle in it, his groan reverberating on her chest when she unconsciously pushed him away with her hips, he pushed into her further, his hard shaft touching her hungry sex.

She was panting and shifting when he stopped and dropped a kiss on her lips before he bent, took the edge of her dress in his palm, gathered a good amount and started to roll it up, her eyes flew open as he reached her knee and then she was lifting her hands to hold it back down.

"Relax wife, it’s just a taste" he enticed.

A taste. Her eyes widened. That was the taste he meant!

"Hold this" he ordered offering her the bunched dress and she quickly obliged, hypnotized. He moved and dragged a small cushion seat to the edge of the desk. He lifted Lydia slightly swiping the remains of her dress from under her ass before placing her back in the desk, the bunch of dress on her abdomen, negligibly barricading her from him. Her view is limited.

He only then took his seat.

He delicately the ribbon garters holding up her stockings above her knees, and rolled down the stockings before gently pulling them off her, he trailed kisses from the top of her feet up to the back of her knee. She shivered. He then trails the kisses to her inner thighs he does the same with her other leg, leaving Lydia a panting eager wife on the desk.

Placing her right thigh on his left shoulder he arranged her left leg in the chair arm. He then drew her to the edge of the desk, and just like that her sex is prominent and spread for her husband’s view. She gulped.

Theodore etched the view in his mind, he then blew a soft breeze to her sex making her shiver, as he watched her already glistening sex he growled, before pressing his thumb to her clit, she gasped. He circled his thumb on the nub repeatedly until she whimpered and her sex was now glowing and flowing generously with her mouthwatering fluid. His gaze darkened.

Theodore, in one swift motion bent, spread his tongue and swept it from bottom to top, her clit, she jerked, her elbows colliding with the desk, some objects meeting the floor in the process.

Lydia, is a needy mess, squirming and pushing her sex further into his face as he fucks her with his tongue, her head fell but as it got more intoxicating she stretched her right hand, gripped his hair and held some control, her left elbow rested on the hard desk. She fell, directly on all the stationery, ink and cups. Her moans and movement fuelled Theodore.

He continued his assault, swiping and gliding, dipping and stroking, he joined his finger in, sinking it into her warmth, one that enveloped his long fingers with ease and love. Theodore groaned as he added another finger, simultaneously eating her out. He paused, and parted her sex lips before diving back in with full force,

She felt it coming, the tension that had gathered in her lower abdomen, it squirmed and soared nearing its release "Come for me" her husband growled and she did just that. She came with a loud moan of his name, one he shall never get tired of, she got down her high moments later to find Theodore still feasting on the fluid, cleaning her up. He groaned in satisfaction or disheartened that it was over before standing up to kiss her as his life depended on it. She responded with the same Virgo.

"You taste divine" he growled, holding her dilated ocean-blue eyes. "Like my favourite meal"

She smiled, still flushed she hid her face in his neck, he lifted her off the table and they spent the afternoon huddled on his office couch, making out and loving each other all over again.

Joyce managed to get lunch in for them, despite Theodore’s threats and Lydia’s helpless giggle.