<strong>Hugh, Baron Covington</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Geraint_Baron_Hugh_Covington_Av.jpg)</div>Lucy seems nervous and apprehensive as he leads her into the room, but she follows him nonetheless, and perhaps there is a hint of smile on the corners of her lips as he offers her a glass of port.  There is an audible intake of breath behind him when he requests that she remove her dress.  But, instead of fleeing she extends a shaky hand to take the glass of port that he offers her, and sips deeply of it before starting to unbutton her dress..<br/><br/>Pleased by her compliance, the Baron smiles at her encouragingly.  She is indeed a very brave young woman, especially given that she likely has no idea what to expect from him.  What brought her back, Hugh isn't sure, but the flush of her face, reminds him of the one she had last night.  And he has to believe that he has at least invoked her curiosity, if not her desire.<br/><br/>He watches her intently as, one by one, the buttons yield to her fingers, some more readily than others.  She is a lovely young woman, plainly but attractively dressed, and more intriguing now that she has both willingly returned but also complied with his request.  Her dress is shrugged off of her shoulders and simply allowed to fall, as she stands there in a muslin shift that covers well even if offering tantalizing glimpses of flesh through the loose weave of the material.  But he can see the shiver that causes her to instinctively wrap her arms around herself anyway, and him to frown in response.<br/><br/>He takes a long look at her, going so far as to move around her as he speaks.<br/><br/>"You're a beautiful and very brave young woman Lucy.  And I con only believe that you have returned because something last night stirred your interest in doing so."<br/><br/>He runs his fingers softly and caressingly over the flesh of her bare neck, as he moves.<br/><br/>"I think that you must be very responsive to touch, stirred perhaps by caresses as most would be, but also moved by less gentle touches, or at least motivated by them.  There are so many deliciously different kinds of touch, all of them with potential to stir, even as they bite."<br/><br/>His caressing fingers move softly over her ear to grasp its lobe and pinch hard.<br/><br/>"Sometimes pain leavens the caress, making it all the more stirring, and sometimes the pain in itself stirs.  Were I betting man, I would say that it did last night.  But there are also other types of touches, each with their potential for pleasure or pain, or both at once.  We are going to learn something about your response to touch tonight Lucy.  So it is pointless for you to shield yourself from me, especially if you take pleasure from touch.  I have no intent to harm you, and your shift still conceals you from my eyes for now."<br/><br/>He smacks her smartly on the arse then, thought probably not with nearly the same effect through two layers of cloth as his hand had had on bare flesh.<br/><br/>"It also protects you from my hand in some ways, or at least dulls the sensation.  But it can also heighten sensations as well.  As long as you have your hands on your breasts, try rubbing her fingers over one of your nipples, and see how the coarseness of the material can stir.  Or perhaps you have noticed that already, without my aid."<br/><br/>He continues moving around her, now trailing fingers down the neckline of her shift, above her protective arms, caressing again.<br/><br/>"There are all sorts of sensory uses for clothing, others of which you may have found already.  But tonight, I am more interested in teaching you about the direct responsiveness of flesh …<br/><br/>"So I want you to take off your shift, and whatever you are wearing under it, as well.  And this time I don’t want you to shield yourself from me, when you are finished.<br/><br/>"Perhaps some more Port may help."<br/>