Seduced by a Dandy ~ The first novelette from "Different Desire", a Gay Victorian Romance and Erotic novelette collection

crossed my mind: Or perhaps he is just a very good student. After all, h e has learnt to play my little game of innuendo fast enough . .. I smile d at the t h ought and noticed that he returned the smile, dimples and all.
    We continued to dance until I could no longer restrain myself. Every time our hands touched my craving for him increased. Quite silly, really : We did absolutely nothing inappropriate , yet I do not t hink I have ever felt myself yearning after another man like that before . A n invitingly smile, a careful touch, and a meaningful bow . H is posture was perfectly innocent; however his jade-green eyes betrayed him and told me everything he really wanted to do. We stepped in circles around each other , quite literally . All the people around us, dancing, watching, and never understanding a thing of the wordless communication which went on between us. Neither love, nor desire, requires spoken words.
    At last I was not able to uphold the charade anymore , and as we swirled slowly in a circle once again I lean ed closely towards him and whispered the few unchaste words :
    “ Would you ... like to join me in my room?”
    He lo oked at me, never missing a step . And then he looked down , shy ly and blushing so adorably again . He bit his lip and f or an agonizing moment I thought he would deny me , t hat social convention and l egal enforcement would restrain him . H owever , he then looked up , jade-green and filled with suppressed passion , and met my eye s . He made a small acknowledging nod and said softly :
    “ Yes.” Another circle, another dance step. “I would like that.”
    “Follow me,” I said and when the dance finally stopped we bowed towards our dancing partners and inconspicuously left the ballroom after each other.
     
    *
     
    I followed Luciano as we left the grand ballroom and the music behind. I felt strangely powerless as I let him half- drag me through the deserted corridors towards his bedroom . Perhaps Cousin Anne was right ; perhaps this night really is enchanted , I though t distracted ly as we entered the bedroom.
    The room was spacious, with painted wall panels and thick exclusive carpets. A fire in the fireplace burned low and spread a warm light in the room.
    “Stay where you are,” Luciano said in a slightly commanding voice and he almost pushed m e down on the large four-poster bed.
    “Why?” I asked.
    “Because I tell you to,” he said , smiling, and bent closer , whispering in my ear. “I will reward you if you do as you are told .. .”
    There was something both promising and slig htly intimidating about the comment. I watched him lock the door and for good measure place a sturdy baroque chair underneath the door knob. When he finally turned around from the door to face me , I felt every hair from my neck and down stan d up. Before I had the time to react, he closed the space in between us, placed one hand under my chin and kissed me gently. We were finally completely alone. At last n o one was watching us and I did not have to hide or hold back my burning need for him .
    I kissed him back, roughly and thoroughly. I buried my hands in his long dark hair, kissing him deeply. His hair was softer, but thicker than I had imagined ; and he smelled slightly of luxury cologne, punch and , underneath it , faintly of sweat after the dancing. I stood up and a s I pressed my body against his , and I could feel that he too was growing hard er through the thin layers of our breeches. Suddenly the thought, that we were already almost touching each other , had the most arousing effect , and I tried to press myself firmly against him, forcing him up against the wall. Before I did have the time to contemplate my sinful actions , I found my hands reaching for him, touching and stroking him where I myself wanted to be touched. He gasped out loud when my fingers closed around his hardness , but before I had the possibility to explore him further, he removed my hands with a firm grip.
    “No,” he said hoarsely .
    “Please,” I moaned and I saw a shadow of an unknown emotion cross his eyes; however it was gone before I could fully interpre t its meaning .
    He kissed me softly again, however he still held my wrists in a determined grip and slowly pulled my hands away f rom him. He was stronger than I was and I struggled a little just to see if I could stop him, but I could not. The grip around my wrists increased.
    I noticed that h is accent was more prominent now than before