Patrick's hand moved in a position where it reached past the silk, his arm's movement made the folds of the dress tangle. He continued until he felt the line where the fabric ended and where her skin began. Finally hooking his fingers into the lace, the young lady's breath tripped over itself in her throat.
With a quick glance down, the color of Valeria's lace was made visible, it was black that had rosy pattern within it, then a small hint of her panties also entered into his field of vision.
Here goes nothing...
Letting his fingers wander, he felt a kind of heat where it was made clear that the fabric was damp, enough to feel that it was clinging to her skin. From the heat of the moment, it was like his hand had the most feeling, making it sensitive enough to feel the light throb of his heartbeat from his fingers.
Patrick paused for less than a second to breath in, paying attention to Valeria's reactions. She was staying still, her head had somehow moved into the space between to his neck, her breath was audible enough to be interpreted by Patrick to be her being willing to let him go further.
Sliding his finger underneath the elastic cloth, it brushed against the wet, and swollen folds between her legs. He could make out the shape from his sense of touch, it was like an opened book, but more fleshy and sticky.
Strangely, Patrick's composure became more controlled, although his heart was beating fast, he realized that this might be the best situation he could be in. The only option here was to lock in. Him, an inexperienced man had understood that this was a rare opportunity even in the heat of primal desires of the moment, this enough is admirable.
Valeria's entire body visibly bucked, surprising Patrick of her reaction even as he controlled his surprised expression. She muttered out a quick kind of broken cry from his ministrations, she hurriedly muffled the noise by burying her face deeper into his neck. She imitated Patrick and made her teeth sink into his shoulder.
"You're so... wet," Patrick groaned, stating his observation without being asked for. He was a man witnessing the physical proof of her desire for him.
Patrick tried to pull the lace aside gently. However, due to his inexperience, it was more of a rough, impatient tug, he hooked the fabric and dragged it to the side. Allowing her to bare it completely to the cool air of the study and the heat of his palm.
He pressed his hand flat against her, fingers sliding into the cream coated moisture. As he started to work his fingers into the flesh, it made him feel as if he was testing the tightness from the way she clamped down around him. Valeria's right leg tightened it's grip on his waist, pulling him in a manner so close. It made the bulge of his cock, which was still covered by his formal trousers, grind directly against her clitoris.
The friction was driving him insane. The moment would she ground her hips upward, seeking relief, the rough wool of his fly punished them both.
"Patrick, please... get rid of them," she gasped, her hands hurriedly clawing at his belt, leading her fingers to disorganize in her intoxicated state. Her fingers was fumbling with the leather and the metal buckle.
While still standing, her hands moved beneath him, letting her sense of touch and heat to guide her movement. Managing to jerk it loose, her breath come down in short breaths as she worked on the buttons of his fly.
Patrick had not expected her to take charge like this. He had been under the false pretense that he would be the one doing all the work, that she would simply lie there, a pretty and passive observer reacting to his touch.
As she clawed at him, he found himself relishing this. Seeing her so uninhibited and driven by a need made him crave for it.
He leaned back slightly, offering no help, his eyes had a hint of interest of her cooperation. He liked this side of her, captivated even. He wanted to see the comparison between her pretty composure and elegance, when she took what she wanted.
Valeria struggled for the metal tab, her hands within her fingertips straining until she finally hooked it. With a nervous tug, the zipper opened, the teeth parting in a jagged line that finally released the tension of his trousers.
Right as the noise turned silent, the door in the study was actually not locked.
Outside the study, Reidward was standing in front of the doorway, his arms crossed. He had this look in his face that said, 'Hell nah my brah, ya ain't gon enter this place.'
In front of him was Valeria's maid, Pem. She was having a staredown with the old man, her eyes in evident refusal.
"Butler, this is unacceptable!" Her voice was shrieking like a bat, stomping the ground as she looked up. Reidward had a taller stature than her, making her want to chop his legs off.
Pem was wearing a maid uniform, though it had some differences from most. Paticularly was the quality of the cloth and how her skirt was only knee length compared to the usual longer skirts.
This was because Pem was a personal maid of a duke's daughter. It might seem like there was no difference to the untrained eye, but these kinds of maids had authority and is even able to have sufficient connections with aristocrats.
"The Young Master and your Young Lady are only negotiating the terms of agreement in the plot of land we had prepared beforehand. There is nothing unacceptable about this."
Reidward answered smoothly, his well trimmed beard and light mustache knew he was spouting nonsense.
"You imbecile!" Pem roared again, her anger flaring up, "Thats not the issue! They have been there for more than fifteen minutes."
Understanding the fact that she wasn't in her homeground, since she is in the estate of another aristocrat she tried to use crude words, but her loudness of speech made it clear she was fuming.
"We can't hear anything, that would mean something suspicious is going on, or you had a soundproof room. Which is it?"
"Soundproof room." Reidward answered immediately, this was true.
"That makes it more suspicious, why would they be in a room with only them both without any experts inside, which by the way, is required so they can negotiate and make a deal." Her finger pointed at the butler, the tone she used was irritating.
Pem pointed out the situation, she was in the brink of gnashing her teeth to the point of breaking it as she spoke to restrain herself.
If anything were to happen to Valeria, her father would ensure that Pem was blacklisted, making it impossible for her to work for the aristocracy again. Worse still, she would face state sanctioned torture, serving as nothing more than as a physical outlet for the Duke's grieving rage.
This was not an idle paranoia, these situations were real in this world.
The royalty here were sometimes stupid that they would kill someone for breathing the wrong way. Though such situations were rare, mostly covered up to not damage their reputation.
Pem had firsthand knowledge of the horrors others faced, including maids impregnated and discarded by young masters. In truth, she considered herself one of the lucky ones. She served a female aristocrat who was fundamentally kind, even if Valeria's strict nature and exhausting standards made it very difficult for her.
If Patrick had known these facts, he would probably want to teach these people to have some kind of modern education about ethics and morals. Though it is doubtful if has the knowledge of someone fitting a college graduate, since he only finished community college by sleeping all the time.