The Unexpected

Day 8 - Voyeurism/Masturbation - "The Unexpected"

The night air was cool, a soft breeze drifting through the quiet streets of Mayfair as Eloise Bridgerton made her way toward the Cowper residence. She had not intended to visit so late, but a restless energy had settled over her, a nagging sense of unease that would not allow her to sleep. There were thoughts swirling in her mind—thoughts of society, of marriage, of duty—but most of all, thoughts of Cressida.

It was this constant preoccupation with her friend that had driven Eloise from her home and led her here, to Cressida's doorstep. She had not sent word ahead—there was something too impulsive about the visit, something she did not wish to explain. And so, as the Cowper servants let her in without question, assuming she was expected, Eloise found herself quietly making her way through the grand halls toward Cressida's chambers.

The house was dark, save for a few flickering candles, casting long shadows on the walls. It was late—too late, perhaps, for polite visits—but the staff did not question her presence, and Eloise's familiarity with the Cowper household made it easy for her to navigate the halls without detection. She had visited often enough before, and though she knew it was improper to call at such an hour, the bond she shared with Cressida had always felt different from her other friendships.

As Eloise approached the door to Cressida's room, she paused, her hand hovering over the handle. There was no sound from within, no indication that her friend was still awake. Perhaps it was foolish of her to come at such an hour—perhaps Cressida had already retired for the evening, and Eloise would be left with nothing but her restless thoughts. If she checked and the other girl were asleep, then she would simply return home. With that thought, she turned the handle quietly and stepped into the room.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single candle casting a warm light over the bed and the ornate furnishings. The heavy curtains were drawn, blocking out the night, and for a moment, Eloise thought she had indeed come too late—that Cressida had already fallen asleep, and she had intruded on her rest.

But then, as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Eloise's breath caught in her throat.

Cressida was not asleep.

She was lying on the bed, her body half-covered, her nightgown hiked up around her thighs. One hand was pressed between her legs, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back against the pillows, completely unaware of Eloise's presence.

For a moment, Eloise stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as the scene before her unfolded. She had never seen anything like this before—had never imagined that she would find Cressida, of all people, in such a compromising position. The intimacy of it, the rawness of the moment, made her pulse race with both shock and something else—something she could not quite name.

Her first instinct was to leave, to turn and walk out of the room before Cressida could notice her presence. But she didn't move. She couldn't. Instead, she found herself rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on Cressida's movements, unable to look away.

Cressida's long, slender fingers disappeared inside herself with a smooth, practiced rhythm, her hips lifting ever so slightly off the bed with each thrust. Eloise's breath caught in her throat as she watched, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. The sight was so intimate, so raw, that it made her pulse race with something she had never felt before.

Each time Cressida's fingers disappeared within her, her breath would hitch, her body trembling as she withdrew, only to dip back in again. It was mesmerizing—the way her hand moved, the way her body arched beneath her own touch. Eloise could hear the soft, wet sound of Cressida's fingers moving in and out, the slickness of her arousal filling the room with an unmistakable rhythm.

And then, without warning, Cressida's hand moved upward, her fingers slipping out from between her legs, glistening in the dim candlelight. Eloise's breath hitched as she watched Cressida's hand shift, her fingers now moving in slow, deliberate circles around the delicate bud of her clit. Her touch was gentle at first, almost teasing, but it quickly became more insistent, more frenzied, as if she were chasing something only she could feel.

The fast, quick circles around her clit sent tremors through Cressida's body, her head falling back against the pillows as she gasped softly, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. Eloise could see the strain in her friend's face, the way her body seemed to shake with every stroke, every subtle shift of her fingers.

Eloise's pulse pounded in her ears, her mind spinning with the intensity of the moment. She had never seen another person like this—never imagined that she would witness such an intimate act. And yet, there was something undeniably beautiful about the way Cressida pleasured herself, the way her body moved with such ease, such confidence, as if she were completely in control of her own pleasure.

Eloise's mouth went dry as she continued to watch, her gaze fixed on the slick movements of Cressida's fingers as they danced over her swollen clit, her body arching higher off the bed with each pass. The sight was captivating, hypnotic, and Eloise found herself leaning forward slightly, her breath catching in her throat as an unfamiliar warmth spread through her body.

She had never felt this way before—had never experienced this strange, overwhelming sensation. The warmth in her body grew more intense, a slow, insistent heat that seemed to settle low in her abdomen, making her breath come in shallow bursts. Eloise could feel the faintest dampness between her own legs, her body responding in a way that no man had ever elicited from her.

No man had ever made her feel this way. Not a single one.

It was a startling revelation, one that made Eloise's heart race with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She had never thought of Cressida like this before—had never allowed herself to consider the possibility. But now, standing here, watching her friend in such a compromising position, Eloise could not deny the truth.

She wanted her.

The realization hit Eloise like a wave, crashing over her with a force that made her body tremble. Her gaze remained locked on Cressida, her mind swirling with the weight of her own desire, the heat between her legs growing more insistent with every passing moment.

Cressida's fingers moved faster now, the circles around her clit becoming tighter, more focused, as her breath came in short, ragged gasps. Her body trembled with the effort, her hips lifting off the bed with each pass of her fingers, her legs trembling as she neared the edge of release.

Eloise could see it—the way Cressida's body responded to her own touch, the way her breath caught in her throat, her fingers moving with a desperate urgency that left no doubt as to what was about to happen.

But before Cressida could fall over the edge, Eloise's voice broke the silence, low and filled with a strange, commanding authority that even she hadn't expected.

"Not yet."

Cressida's body froze at the sound of Eloise's voice, her fingers stilling mid-stroke as her wide, startled eyes met Eloise's. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she processed the words, the low, commanding tone that had halted her just before the brink.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their breathing—the charged silence between them growing heavier with each passing second. Cressida's hand hovered between her legs, her fingers trembling with the effort of holding herself back, her body aching for release. And yet, she couldn't move. Eloise's words, so simple and yet filled with authority, had stopped her as surely as if she had physically held her in place.

Eloise took a slow, measured step closer to the bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she crossed the invisible line that had always existed between them. Her gaze never wavered from Cressida's, her eyes dark with a desire she had never allowed herself to feel before now. There was something intoxicating about the power she held in that moment—the knowledge that Cressida was waiting for her command, her release dependent on Eloise's approval.

"Keep going," Eloise whispered, her voice low and filled with quiet intensity. "But not too fast."

Cressida blinked, her breath catching in her throat as she absorbed Eloise's words. The weight of the command hung between them, and though every fiber of her being ached for more, for faster, for that final release, Cressida nodded, her body trembling as her hand resumed its slow, deliberate movements.

Her fingers moved with exquisite precision, dipping between her slick folds before returning to the delicate bundle of nerves that had her gasping in pleasure. But this time, her movements were slower, more measured, as if she were holding herself back, waiting for Eloise's permission to take things further.

Eloise's breath came in shallow bursts as she watched, her pulse racing with the intensity of the moment. She had never imagined that she would find herself in such a position—watching Cressida, her closest friend, pleasure herself at her command. But now, standing at the edge of the bed, her body thrumming with a desire that made her legs weak, Eloise couldn't tear her gaze away.

Each slow stroke of Cressida's fingers sent shivers down Eloise's spine, the soft, wet sound of her movements filling the room, making Eloise's own body ache with want. She could feel the dampness between her own thighs, the strange, insistent heat that had begun to pool low in her abdomen now growing unbearable. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, one that no man had ever stirred within her, and yet, watching Cressida now, Eloise found herself overwhelmed by it.

The sight of Cressida, her long, delicate fingers moving with such precision, her breath catching with each small stroke, made Eloise's pulse quicken. Her gaze trailed over Cressida's body, the way her back arched slightly off the bed, the way her lips parted in soft, breathless gasps. There was something undeniably beautiful about her in this moment, something raw and powerful that made Eloise's heart race.

"How does it feel?" Eloise asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned closer, her eyes fixed on the slow, deliberate movements of Cressida's hand. "Tell me."

Cressida's breath hitched at the question, her fingers trembling slightly as she continued her slow, methodical rhythm. "It… it feels good," she gasped, her voice trembling with the weight of her own desire. "So good."

Eloise's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she watched Cressida's fingers dip lower once more, disappearing inside her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Cressida's body tensed, her hips lifting off the bed as her fingers moved inside her, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as she pleasured herself under Eloise's watchful gaze.

"I can see that," Eloise murmured, her voice low and filled with quiet intensity. "You look beautiful like this, Cressida."

Cressida's eyes fluttered closed at the words, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself back, of keeping her movements slow and measured even as the pleasure built inside her. "Eloise… please…" she gasped, her voice filled with desperation as she teetered on the edge of release, her body aching for more, for faster.

But Eloise wasn't ready to give in just yet. She could see how close Cressida was, could hear the need in her voice, but there was something intoxicating about holding her there, just on the brink, her release entirely in Eloise's hands.

"Not yet," Eloise whispered again, her voice soft but firm as she stepped closer to the bed, her gaze never leaving Cressida's trembling form. "I'm not done watching."

Cressida let out a soft, frustrated whimper, her body trembling uncontrollably as her fingers slowed once more, her movements deliberate but restrained. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with the need for release, but Eloise's words held her captive, her mind reeling with the weight of her desire.

Eloise's breath came in short, shallow bursts as she watched, her pulse pounding in her ears as she stood at the edge of the bed. She could feel her own arousal building with every passing second, the heat between her legs growing unbearable as she watched Cressida's body tremble, her fingers working with slow, deliberate care.

It was almost too much to bear—the sight of her friend, her closest confidante, laid bare before her, her body responding so eagerly to her own touch. Eloise could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, her body betraying her in a way it never had before. No man had ever made her feel like this—had ever stirred such an overwhelming desire within her.

But Cressida… the sight of Cressida, the sound of her breathless gasps, the way her body arched and trembled beneath her own touch—it was enough to make Eloise's head spin.

"Keep going," Eloise murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she took another step closer, her gaze fixed on the slick movements of Cressida's fingers. "But slowly. I want to see every moment."

Cressida's breath hitched at the command, her body trembling as she obeyed, her fingers moving with agonizing slowness now, her movements deliberate but measured. The pleasure built inside her with every slow, deliberate stroke, her body teetering on the edge of release, but held back by the weight of Eloise's command.

"Eloise…" Cressida gasped, her voice trembling with the effort of holding herself back, her body aching for more, for faster. "Please… I can't…"

Eloise's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she stepped closer, her breath warm against Cressida's skin as she leaned down, her eyes dark with desire as she whispered, "Not until I say."

Cressida let out a soft, desperate whimper, her body trembling uncontrollably as she fought to hold herself back, her fingers moving with excruciating slowness as she obeyed Eloise's command. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body aching for release, but the weight of Eloise's words held her captive, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she teetered on the brink.

Eloise's heart raced as she watched, her own body thrumming with desire as she stood at the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on Cressida's trembling form. The sight of her friend, her closest companion, so vulnerable, so exposed, made Eloise's pulse quicken, her breath coming in shallow bursts as the heat between her own legs grew unbearable.

The sound of Cressida's breathless gasps, the wet, slick sound of her fingers moving with agonizing slowness, filled the room, creating a symphony of desire that made Eloise's head spin. She could feel her own arousal building, the dampness between her thighs a constant reminder of the power she held in this moment.

And as she watched, her heart pounding in her chest, Eloise knew that she was not done with Cressida yet. Not until she had seen everything.

Cressida's body trembled, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as her fingers moved with an aching slowness, her movements restrained, controlled, as if she were fighting a battle within herself. The pleasure was building, overwhelming, but she held back, her entire being teetering on the edge of something she couldn't quite control. And yet, she obeyed, every stroke of her fingers measured, deliberate, just as Eloise had commanded.

Eloise stepped closer, her breath catching in her throat as she watched Cressida's body arch off the bed, her fingers slick with her own arousal, moving with an intensity that left no room for doubt. She could feel her own desire rising, a warm, insistent ache low in her belly, as her eyes followed every movement, every tremor that passed through Cressida's form.

"You've done well," Eloise murmured, her voice soft but filled with quiet authority, her eyes never leaving Cressida's. "But now, my dear… now, I want you to let go."

Cressida gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably as she heard Eloise's words. Her breath came in short, desperate bursts, her fingers moving faster now, no longer restrained, no longer held back by the quiet command of her friend's voice. The tension that had been building inside her, the pressure that had threatened to overwhelm her, now rushed forward with an intensity that made her entire body tremble.

"Eloise…" Cressida gasped, her voice filled with both desperation and longing as she gave herself over to the pleasure, her fingers moving in frantic, desperate strokes, chasing the release she had been denied for so long. She couldn't hold back any longer—her body was no longer hers to control.

Eloise's gaze darkened, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Cressida's fingers work over her slick, heated skin. The sight was intoxicating, almost too much to bear, and Eloise could feel her own body responding, the dampness between her thighs a constant reminder of the desire that coursed through her veins.

"That's it," Eloise whispered, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of her own need. "Let go for me, Cressida. I want to see you."

Cressida's breath hitched, her body arching off the bed as her fingers moved faster, her touch more insistent, more desperate. The pleasure was overwhelming, flooding her senses, her mind spinning as she finally gave herself over completely to the moment, to Eloise's command.

And then, with a sharp, breathless cry, Cressida's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as the wave of release crashed over her, her entire being consumed by the force of it. Her fingers trembled, her hips lifting off the bed, her voice a ragged, desperate whisper as she clung to the edge of the bed, her entire body trembling with the intensity of it all.

"Eloise…"

The name slipped from her lips before she could stop it, a soft, breathless cry that startled her as much as it thrilled her. Her mind reeled, her body trembling as the release washed over her, leaving her breathless, undone, her heart pounding in her chest as the echo of Eloise's name lingered in the air between them.

Eloise's breath hitched, her heart racing as she heard her name fall from Cressida's lips. The sound sent a shiver down her spine, a surge of warmth spreading through her body as she watched Cressida come undone before her, her body trembling, her breath ragged as she clung to the sheets.

The room was filled with the sound of Cressida's breathless gasps, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release, her fingers finally stilling as she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet of the room settling around them like a soft blanket, the heat between them still palpable, still simmering beneath the surface. Eloise stood frozen at the edge of the bed, her heart racing, her mind spinning as she processed the enormity of what had just happened.

Cressida had said her name. In the throes of pleasure, she had called out for Eloise, as though it were Eloise's touch, Eloise's presence, that had pushed her over the edge.

It was a revelation that made Eloise's pulse quicken, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she stared down at her friend, her closest confidante, her heart pounding with the weight of the desire that now consumed her.

Cressida lay there, her body still trembling slightly, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps as she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Eloise's. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, the air between them thick with the unspoken tension that had been building for far too long.

Eloise's voice was barely above a whisper when she finally spoke, her words filled with quiet, deliberate intent. "You said my name."

Cressida's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as the reality of what had happened settled over her. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her fingers trembling as she clutched the sheets, her body still reeling from the intensity of the release that had just consumed her.

"I…" Cressida stammered, her voice trembling with both embarrassment and something else—something deeper, something she wasn't sure she was ready to name. "I didn't mean to…"

But before she could finish, Eloise took a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze dark with a mixture of curiosity and something far more primal. "It's all right," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with quiet authority. "I rather liked it."

Cressida's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at Eloise, her mind spinning with the weight of her own desire, her own need. She had never felt anything like this before—had never imagined that Eloise would be the one to stir such feelings within her. But now, as she lay there, trembling and vulnerable, she couldn't deny the truth that had been laid bare between them.

She wanted her.

And Eloise, for all her quiet authority, for all her careful command, wanted her too.