Lady Felice’s Secret Class - Chapter 85

At Claude’s command, Felice lifted her arms. The chemise slid upward, coming to a stop around her face. Her vision was now obscured, her arms still raised, effectively leaving her bound. She tried to squirm, but Claude stopped her with a gentle instruction.

“Shhh, stay just like that.”

Maybe it was the heat flooding her body, but once that last layer of clothing was gone, the room suddenly felt chilly.

“Haah… Claude.”

Felice called his name. The thought of him gazing at her completely exposed made her so embarrassed she could hardly bear it. Maybe it was a blessing that she couldn’t see him through the fabric.

She heard him let out a faint sigh.

“Claude…”

“You’re beautiful.”

His unexpected words made her flinch. At the same time, his hand gently gripped her thigh. His warm palm caressed her, then tightened, urging her legs apart.

Even though her eyes were covered by the chemise, Felice squeezed her eyes shut beneath it. The thought of him looking at a place she herself had never even seen made her twice as embarrassed. She was supposed to obey, but the urge to close her legs was overwhelming.

“So beautiful, Felice.”

He gently held her still, stopping her from closing her legs any further.

Felice ended up remaining with her legs wide open, simply biting her lip in embarrassment.

His hand slid slowly from her knee up along her thigh. The gentle, warm touch drew closer and closer to the inside of her leg, making her breath quicken.

All he did was stroke her thighs softly, yet her whole body was restless. Felice squirmed and swallowed hard.

“C-Claude…”

All she could do was call his name.

Then, Claude’s fingers cautiously explored her most sensitive place.

“Haah!”

“Does it hurt?”

He asked, immediately withdrawing at her reaction.

“N-no. Haah… It doesn’t hurt.”

Felice answered hastily. But when his hand left her, it only made her body ache more for him.

“Really doesn’t hurt?”

Felice nodded, almost pleading for his touch to return. But his hand didn’t go back to where she wanted. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to her knee.

“So soft.”

Claude nuzzled against her knee. Then, his kisses trailed slowly up the inside of her thigh.

Felice’s breathing grew heavier, her teeth digging into her lower lip. Each kiss made her thigh twitch involuntarily.

As his kisses crept ever higher, anticipation spread through her, until it consumed her thoughts completely.

When he finally neared her most sensitive spot, she exhaled a shaky breath. His warm breath lingered there, and then suddenly his lips closed over the soft skin of her inner thigh, drawing it into his mouth.

“Hnn…”

Felice let out a short, shaky moan. She was disappointed it wasn’t exactly where she craved, but the feeling of his tongue tracing her inner thigh sent an odd pleasure radiating through her.

“…Ahh…”

After thoroughly sucking the inside of her thighs, Claude finally pulled away.

“Felice…”

He called to her in a whisper. At the same moment, his fingers gently brushed over her center.

“Hnngh!”

Felice’s hips jolted in surprise.

“You’re already wet. If this lesson ends now, your new clothes will get ruined.”

Felice’s chest flutters at his words.

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’ll help you.”

Then Claude parted her flesh with his tongue, licking her thoroughly.

“Ahh…! Claude!”

The pointed tip of his tongue teased her sensitive spot, making Felice curl her toes. The only sounds filling his study were the wet noises between her legs and her own desperate moans.

Unable to resist, Claude pulled back and quickly stripped off his trousers.

“Felice.”

He removed the chemise that had bound her and, breathing hard, cradled her face in both hands.

“Are you alright?”

His voice trembled with concern. Felice blinked up at him, meeting his gaze. Claude was breathing heavily, looking as though he could devour her at any second.

But for the moment, all he did was hold her, his breath ragged as he waited for her answer.