Of all the Orlesian customs and traditions Megan had experienced since coming to Montsimmard, Empress's Day was the one she loved best. And really, what was not to like about the holiday? A whole day where everyone would dress up and celebrate, dancing and drinking in the streets, a day off from all responsibilities and duties. As far as Megan was concerned, it was a highlight of the year.
Léonie had explained that the actual occasion for celebrating was an obscure event in Orlesian history, when some visiting dignitary had saved Empress Celene from being assassinated. At a ball, Megan seemed to recall, and hadn't the assassin been Celene's sister, or her cousin? She was a bit hazy on the details, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the day to the full.
It was late evening by the time she knocked on the door to Duncan's office. She'd saved seeing him until then, spending the daylight hours partying with her fellow students on the campus. When he opened the door and saw her, his eyes widened and he quickly dragged her inside.
"Megan! What are you doing here?" He sounded vaguely irritated, and when she glanced past him, she noticed a large stack of essays on his desk. Had he really spent the whole day working?
Megan clucked her tongue in disbelief. "I came to see you, of course. And I have a ,lovely surprise for you, too."
Duncan just stared at her for a moment, as if he had trouble making sense of her words. "You have what?" He shook his head in irritation. "Maker, Megan, what are you wearing?"
"You like?" She twirled in place, so he could admire her dress from all sides. "I found it in a thrift store. It's supposed to be an homage to Celene's iconic blue dress. You know, the one from the Halamshiral portrait."
"I noticed the resemblance, yes." Duncan's tone was dry. "Only somehow I think the Empress's dress wasn't quite so short."
"Bah, how would you know?" Megan grinned happily at him. "The portrait only shows her upper body, after all."
Megan had to bite back a grin at his expression. She loved everything about the dress: the high, lacy collar; the tight bodice that made her small breasts jut out; the short, puffy skirt that showed off her legs. She knew she looked cute and hot. After all, she'd spent most of the day fending off fellow students of both sexes who'd wanted a closer look.
Smiling brightly at Duncan, she sashayed past him and settled on top of his desk, legs crossed demurely. If he knew… The thought sent a hot spike of lust to her core. To cover it up, she took a deep swig from her bottle of beer. It was spiked with brandy, and went straight to her head, just the way she liked it.
But Duncan still seemed grumpy. With a deep sigh, he dropped back into his chair and reached for the essay he'd been marking. "At least let me finish this first."
"Yeah, sure. I promise I'll be good." She put the bottle away and fluttered her eyelids at him, folding her hands in her lap.
His beard twitched briefly, but then he went back to his task, frowning at the page occasionally. The room was quiet except for the scratching of his pen on the paper, and Megan took advantage of the lull by mentally preparing herself for her next move.
Finally, he set aside the paper and leaned back in his chair, looking up at her with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "So… You said you had a surprise for me. Or is it just you showing up here with booze to get me to join the party?"
"Nope." She shook her head, pushing out her chest a little more. Predictably, his gaze fell to her breasts, quivering above the tight line of the corset, but he didn't linger.
"Well?" He raised an eyebrow.
"My surprise…" She caught and held his gaze, leaning back. "My surprise is something completely different." Slowly, deliberately she uncrossed her legs and let them fall apart a little, allowing him a glimpse of what was under the short skirt: her red-golden curls, glistening with arousal and laid enticingly bare.
The pen he'd still been holding clattered to the floor. "What the- Sweet Andraste, Megan!"
Before she knew it, his hands were on her legs, holding them apart so he could look his fill, but he was still only looking, and that wouldn't do.
"Maker," he groaned. "Please don't tell me you've been out and about all day like this."
"Well, no," she admitted, relishing the tight grip of his hands on her thighs. "I took my panties off just before I came here."
"You did? Why?" Duncan had gotten to his feet now, and he was looming over her, tall and imposing, and it was so insanely hot. "Why did you take them off?" he repeated, his voice hoarse and low.
"I thought it might come in handy if we got to work on that fantasy of yours, where you bend me over the desk? And besides…" He groaned, closing his eyes, and Megan paused a little, to make sure she had his full attention. "I've been thinking of you for hours, dreaming of what you'd do to me tonight, and my panties… They were soaked."
"You-" Duncan was clearly past words.
Before she knew it, he'd already dragged her off the desk and turned her around, bending her over the heavy mahogany desk and pushing up her skirt to expose her bare behind. Megan heard another loud groan, then the rustle of a condom wrapper, followed by his soft intake of breath, and then he was behind her, his thick cock nudging against her. Eagerly, she spread her legs further to help him.
But the angle was awkward, probably because her legs were too long or the desk too low, or whatever, and he withdrew with a muttered curse. "On your back. Yes, like that."
She complied, stretching out flat on her back among the papers and stationery, and he was on her again immediately, his face grimly focused as he arranged her just the way he wanted her, with one leg around his waist and the other one high up on his shoulder. And then he aligned himself, and Megan nearly fainted at his first, deep thrust. It was so incredibly intense like this, so tight, almost painfully so, and there was no way she could stop herself from crying out.
His deep groan echoed her cry, as he pulled back and thrust again, even deeper this time, cradling her ankle tight to his shoulder. He hadn't actually taken off any of his clothes, just opened his fly and pushed his pants a little down, and he looked hot in his shirtsleeves, the cotton straining over his biceps. Megan glanced down to where their bodies were joined, and the sight turned her on even further: his dark cock moving in and out of her with increasing speed and force; the whole scene framed by the dark blue satin of her bunched-up skirt.
His hands found her breasts, pushing them up roughly over her corset so he could get at her stiff nipples and pinch them, tug at them, and Maker she would have given anything to have his mouth on them now! But even so she was racing headlong toward her climax, her whole body tensing up in expectation of the moment, and she was holding her breath already, because she was close, really close, and-
"Shhh." He slowed down a little, running his hand soothingly over her flanks. "Relax. Breathe."
Megan responded with an angry hiss, because how in Thedas was she supposed to relax, with his cock deep inside her, sliding mercilessly over her most sensitive places, over and over again. But Duncan waited patiently until she'd forced herself to take a deep breath, and then another, feeling a little of the tension drain away. Duncan smiled in silent approval, and when he moved again, it was… Megan gave up on finding words for this kind of intensity.
Her whole body was alive with pleasure, with sheer, unadulterated lust, washing all over her in endless waves, as if it would never end. Dimly she was aware that she was crying, begging, screaming in his arms, that at some point he went taut and came as well, pulsing deep inside her. But none of it mattered, compared to the sweet, sweet sensation racing through her veins, burning, blazing a hot trail all through her body. So fucking perfect.
When Duncan finally pulled back, things got a little awkward, with both of them struggling to untangle without messing up his papers even further. She found her panties, deep down in her bag and pulled them back on, and Duncan quickly tucked himself away again. Some part of Megan would have loved to stay a little longer, to be held and cuddled after that incredible high, but one glance at his face told her that it would be better to leave.
He kissed her goodbye, but when they parted, there was a frown on his forehead. "Listen, Megan… That was really, really hot, but we can't do it again. Not in my office, I mean. It's too risky. Somebody could hear us, or walk in on us or-"
"At this time of the day?" She raised a sceptical eyebrow. "I highly doubt it. But don't worry." Getting on her toes to plant another quick kiss on his cheek, she gave him another cheeky grin. "I don't mind coming to your house, you know. I'm sure there are plenty of firm surfaces there for us to explore."
"You are impossible." He did his best to sound stern, but he was smiling again, as she left.
When she crossed the parking lot, she frowned a little as she noticed a light in one of the offices. It wasn't Duncan's, since his windows faced the front of the building, so someone else had to be up working late. Try as she might, she couldn't recall who had the office facing Duncan's on the other side of the corridor. Briefly, she wondered whether they had heard them, or noticed her leaving his office at such a late hour. But she shook off the thought easily enough. After all, she had far more agreeable things to think about.
"So… Do you have any plans for tonight?" Daylen smiled shyly at her, and Megan couldn't help smiling back.
He was really quite cute, tall and dark and lanky, with lovely brown eyes that reminded her strongly of Carver. And he was fun to talk to, too. She'd spent the past hour chatting to him in the campus cafeteria, and time had flown by incredibly quickly. Daylen was majoring in modern languages, just like her, and they were doing a class paper on Orlesian literature together. Much to her surprise, he'd actually shown up in the library this morning to help her look for references. Most other guys would have happily left her to do all the grunt work.
Yes, he really was sweet, and for a moment she toyed with the idea of going out with him – until she remembered that she would be seeing Duncan tonight. "I'm sorry, Daylen. I really need to study for my exams next week."
It was a lame excuse, and anybody else would have called her out on it, but Daylen just gave her a sad little nod and started gathering his things.
"Hey, buddy. You coming? Class starts in ten minutes." That was one of his friends, the pale, red-haired one. "Come on. I don't want to be late again."
"Just a moment, Alim. Say, Meg, would you…" Daylen hesitated briefly, as if he was gathering his courage to ask her about something, but then he changed his mind. "Ah, well. See you tomorrow then. I'll mail you a copy of our outline, right?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Megan favoured him with another bright smile, then dug around in her bag for her phone to check her messages.
Léonie had sent her a text to let her know that she had already left for the weekend, and that it was Megan's turn to take out the garbage. Megan made a face. No other messages, but just as she was about to stow away her phone again, another one popped up with a buzzing noise.
It was from Duncan and when she saw it, a very unladylike curse passed her lips. Just five words. Can't make it tonight. Sorry. He hadn't given a reason, but she could easily guess at it by now. Work. It was always work with him. Yeah well. That's what you get for sleeping with a guy old enough to be your father, a small logical voice pointed out in her head.
Megan snorted, tossing the phone angrily into her bag. It wasn't the first time he'd cancelled at the last minute, not by any means, and she was getting more and more fed up. She didn't look forward to another boring, lonely evening in her room. Come to think of it, Duncan had never actually asked her not to date anyone else… Maybe she should-
Just then, her phone buzzed again. Another message from Duncan. I'll make it up to you. I promise. He'd added a tiny emoji with a charmingly rueful expression that made her smile against her will. Make it up to her… he probably would, at that. She'd spent a fair amount of nights at his house in the past few weeks, and she'd never left unsatisfied. The sex had only become more amazing, the longer she'd known him, and the better he'd learned to play her body. No, she had no complaints whatsoever about his performance in bed.
But, it bothered her that he always kept things strictly professional and business-like if they ran into each other during the day. There was no real reason why they had to hide their relationship. She wasn't in any of his classes, and though Duncan was quite a bit older than her, she was of age. It didn't make sense. She'd even confronted him about it, early on, but he'd been adamant. No, Megan. No one can know that I'm sleeping with a student. I'd never hear the end of it, if my colleagues got wind of it. Megan grimaced at the memory. She'd never been happy with this kind of double play. To her, the whole thing was an uncomfortable reminder of the time when she'd had to hide her feelings for Nate, back at school.
Still, Duncan had made his opinion on the matter clear, and there was nothing to be done, not if she wanted to keep seeing him. And she did, very much so, though Zev's advice was never far from her mind. Don't get too attached to him. She sighed deeply as she headed for the cafeteria doors. It seemed relationships just didn't come easy to her. Why does everything have to be so fucking complicated all the time?
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