Aphrodisiac part 1
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"I'm sorry for what just happened," Ivy said after escorting Quinn to her room.
"I should be the one apologizing, Mrs. Osbert. Because of my presence, you and Mr. Osbert fought..." Quinn gave a regretful look.
"Never mind, we don't need to talk about that anymore. You should take a shower now and clean yourself up. I've prepared all your needs in the bathroom. Including your nightgown..." Ivy grinned with a wink.
"Thank you again, Mrs. Osbert."
"You're welcome. I'll see you soon. Don't go to bed first," she said and walked away.
Quinn nodded obediently, then hurried to clean up as Ivy had instructed. But before that, she took a moment to admire the swan-white-walled room. She'd never had such a luxury room before in her life, and even though it was small, it was a perfect size for her needs.
A bathtub fit in a corner, a bed in the middle, and an area rug next to it covered by a white quilt embroidered with roses and lilies. And a balcony overlooking the artificial lake behind the mansion.
"This makes me feel like a royal princess in a fairy tale..." Quinn chuckled while throwing herself on the bed, her arms outstretched and her eyes facing the ceiling.
The quilt was heavy and warm, made out of silk. Not harmful quality material, if she could say so herself. There were no wrinkles and not a single seam. The sheets were fluffy, the pillow soft. A pleasant aroma came from it, like vanilla, after realizing Ivy had asked her to get cleaned up.
Quinn hurriedly stood up and dashed to the restroom. She was, however, surprised to see what Mrs. Osbert had prepared for her.
An aromatherapy candle in the bathroom corner dispersed the perfume of lavender. Then a fresh stack of towels. There's also a scarlet red nightgown on the shelf, which is just too hot.
Yeah, too hot!
At least, that's what Quinn thought when she saw it. She took off her clothes and went into the bathtub quickly, letting herself sink under the water. She closed her eyes while her nose took in the sweet fragrance of the flowers.
Her hair floated around like dark waves surrounding her pale skin, and when she heard someone call her softly, she opened her eyes wide again.
"Quinn, are you ready?" Mrs. Osbert's voice was looking for her.
"W-wait!" Quinn jumped out of the tub and grabbed her nightgown. She put it on as she saw her reflection in the mirror in astonishment.
The nightgown wrapped her body perfectly seductively, the silky fabric falling gracefully along her curves, just in the right places.
The neckline was low, highlighting some of her tantalizing breasts and accentuating her graceful neck. Sheer lace adorned the sides, strategically placed to reveal a glimpse of her smooth thigh skin.
"Quinn, are you there?" Ivy repeated.
"I am coming, Mrs. Osbert," Quinn replied as she returned to the bedroom. It turned out that Mrs. Osbert had been waiting by the door, looking at her expectantly.
"Did I disturb you?"
"Forgive me, Mrs. Osbert, if I took too long."
"No worries, I'm here to give you this milk. Drink it before it gets cold," she offered the glass of milk in her hands. Quinn took it reluctantly but smiled when she saw how pleased Mrs. Osbert looked.
"It's not every day someone takes care of me like this," Quinn said sheepishly.
Mrs. Osbert smiled and replied in her usual cheery tone, "Drink it and finish it."
Quinn nodded and gulped it down.
"Now tell me, what's it been like living here in our house?"
"Very pleasant, Mrs. Osbert. And very quiet."
"Did you ever have trouble sleeping?"
"Well, sometimes I do, but never seriously. Besides, my husband helps me with that."
"Alright, I'm leaving, but don't lock your room because I'll return after this."
After saying that, Mrs. Osbert left Quinn's room. And she started heading to her husband's study room.
Meanwhile, Quinn closed the door and walked to the balcony for fresh air. The scenery was captivating outside, with the moonlight reflecting off the lake's water.
***
"Sean, May I come in?" Ivy knocked on her husband's study door.
While Sean sat behind his desk, reading a book by his side. He didn't turn around or answer. Instead, he just let her in. She entered, put the tea tray on the table, and poured him tea, adding honey.
"We need to talk, Sean," she said softly and placed a warm hand on his shoulders. Sean leaned back against the chair and closed his eyes for a second.
"I know."
There was a brief silence between them. Sean kept reading his book, his face neutral, his lips closed. Ivy was watching him intently, waiting for some reaction from him.
"Sean, please think about what we talked about at the hospital this afternoon,"
"What?"
"So you still want to ask me to f**k that girl?" he turned sharply to his wife.
"But Sean, that's the only way to have children soon. After all, what your mother wants is a grandchild from you. A descendant of Osbert."
Sean stood up as he shot a glare at his wife, "What are you saying? So this is all about bringing out offspring for the Osbert family? Not about our dream of having children?"
"Oh, Sean, our dream won't end when the child is born. It's just temporary, I mean, for your mom to stop pressuring me constantly."
"Your mother wants a grandchild, and we can give her one," Ivy's voice broke as she continued.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't stop.
"Ivy, you're too much. You've gone too far," Sean burned angrily.
"Don't you understand that? How does your mother expect me to continue living without you?"
"Oh, Sean, don't do this. Please don't make this harder than it should be," Ivy continued to push on Sean, who looked very frustrated with his wife's agitation.
"Once I say no,"
Sean gripped his wife's arm leaving reddish marks on Ivy's pale skin, "It means no!"
"Don't you realize that what you're doing is outrageous?!"
"No, this is not!" Ivy insisted. Sean was becoming violent again, and Ivy freed her arm, "After all, why are you acting like a little boy?"
"Ivy, get out of my room now!" Sean couldn't help himself and pointed his forefinger towards the door, shooing his wife away. He was too tired of this nonsense.
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