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against the fabric that stuck to her from the wet of his mouth was triumphant.
    He continued to play with her breasts for another ten minutes while she ground her hips against him.
    She would have begged, but she was supposed to remain quiet. She let go of the pillow and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him away from her breasts for a kiss. His lips and tongue were surprisingly cool for the heated impact they had on her breasts.
    She could taste the tang of herself in his mouth, but his own flavour was elusive. He broke the kiss, and a heartbeat later, she was alone. The blankets collapsed on her, and the only proof he had ever been there was the wet marks on her chest. The damp rings that his mouth had left were proof that she hadn’t imagined him.
    Her body was throbbing, and she debated what to do. She could get up and stumble around in the dark or stay in bed, throbbing and frustrated.
    With all of the weirdness going on, she chose to remain in bed. She wouldn’t sleep, and her clit was too tender to touch, so she just lay there and waited for light.
     
    Some sick son of a bitch had changed her clothing while she slept. The satiny gown and slippers belonged in a historical re-enactment. She felt something in her hair and found a ribbon tied in a bow on top of her head. She was someone’s dress-up doll.
    The mirror in the corner showed her that she looked as dorky as she felt. All she needed was Mr. Darcy and the illusion would be complete. She turned from side to side. Her boobs took up the entire top of the empire waistline. The flow of the dress just hinted at the curve of her hip.
    It was very pretty, but it wasn’t her normal style. She liked things from this century, flowy and above the knee.
    As she turned, she had one silent question. How did they get a corset on me in my sleep?
    It was definitely a two-man job.
    She looked like a doll, but her clothing was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t have an option if she wanted to make her way out.
    The fabric slippers hissed lightly on the polished wood as she walked through the bedroom and out to the hall. When the force stopped her again, she was next to a sideboard. It was peculiar. She looked to the next door, but it was closed and the ones behind her had ceased to appear in the hallway.
    She was going to ask what was going on, but shadows filled the hall until the sideboard was the only spot of light.
    Molly moved to the side as the shadows pushed at her. She backed against the wood, and she waited for whatever happened next.
    Her suitor came out of the shadows, wearing a flowing black shirt and indecently tight pants that were tucked into knee-high boots.
    He smiled slowly and bowed right in front of her before standing upright again. She reached up and pressed a finger to his lips and one to her own. He smiled and took her digit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
    Her decorum and normally shy demeanour had gone with her underwear. She was being offered a chance to enjoy herself, and the men she was meeting didn’t seem to be particularly chatty. She was on the pill and had full medical coverage. She was going to take advantage of what was on offer.
    The swirling warmth of his tongue showed teasing dexterity and a willingness to use it.
    She pulled her finger free with a soft pop.
    He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tightly against his body. He was hard all over, but the ridge of his erection was exceptionally enticing.
    He kissed the side of her neck and gnawed gently. Molly tilted her head to the side and wrapped the dangling length of his cravat in her hands, pulling him toward her. He sucked strongly at her skin, and she clenched her thighs together. Her neck was an underutilized erogenous zone, and just the stroking of his lips and tongue were having a definite effect.
    She wanted to sigh and moan and do all of the normal things that she did when she was excited, but she had to keep quiet or the game would end.
    She really