Page 34 of Royally Redeemed
It wasn't how she looked, though. It was in her ability to go toe-to-toe with me. Ella willingly admonished me and kept me on a leash. She found the itch I most wanted someone to scratch. And while I expected her to be too wet-behind-the-ears to figure it out or—worse—be opposed, she dug in.
“Do the show, then.” She sipped, never dropping my gaze.
“Okay,” I said, weak and even hornier. “I will.”
I loathed the idea of having tv cameras following my every move, but I was drunk and wanted to fuck her.
She giggled. “Just like that you're behaving?”
“I have wanted to fuck you since you showed up that day. I have wanted to kiss that smirk off your face and listen to you lose yourself.”
“Oh, you're going to have to wait for it.” She bit the biscuit and sat back in the chair.
I stammered. “What? But I gave you what you wanted! I promise you I will call my mother right now and agree to do it. Right now.”
I didn't know where my phone was. I searched.
“I said I'd let you fuck me,” Ella said. “But the deal is you need tofinishthe project before I will give in. Then, I'll let you have me.”
Haveher. It was the words but also the way she said it. Her voice sounded chestier, more confident than I'd heard before.
“It's either that, or it's nothing.”
“But if we never even... do anything, how will we get comfortable with one another?”
“You'd rush me upstairs right now, Duncan. What is the difference? I don't see you clutching your pearls over the idea of that right now. In fact, I believe you probably know what you want.”
I didn't. I suddenly had a hundred ideas and could not choose among them.
“What do you most want to do to me, Duncan?”
I thought a moment. “I want to get you off. I want to please you. That's what I'd like.”
She bit her lip, “Please me? How?”
She wastorturingme. She knew it, too.
“I would do whatever you wanted me to, Eloise. Please. Don’t tell me you don’t want me to get you off.”
“Oh, he knows how to beg!” She laughed. “I can take care of myself just fine, though.”
“Can you?”
“Yes. Well, if my vibrator wasn’t damaged in the flood.”
She intrigued me with her candor.
“What? You’re surprised I own a vibrator? Duncan, I have needs. And I’m not the kind of girl who waits on a man’s whims. I can make my own fun.”
Her own fun? It was painful to watch her there, swirling her wine, totally in charge of this thing, all the while torturing my cock. I wanted to be inside her and there was little I could do to hide it in these joggers. I suspected she liked it this way. The fact that we’d gone from not using first names to her directly discussing her collection of sex toys was remarkable. I liked her more by the minute.
Hungry for any bit of her, I gasped, “Would you let me go down on you?”
“Oh, you’re not allowed to touch me,” Ella said. “I don’t want to give it all away. You can wait like a good boy until you do what I’ve asked.”
She stood. “Now, I’m headed to bed.”
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