Page 56 of Royally Redeemed
“Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?” Ella asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, mistress,” I choked out, past the point of no return.
I came impressively hard.
She responded by wiping my load all over my abs, “And that’s what you get, Duncan. Naughty boy!”
I tried so hard not to laugh. I didn’t even knowwhyI wanted to laugh other than she wassogood at his.
She tossed me a tissue box. I cleaned up and discarded the tissues. As I returned to bed, I found her ogling me.
“What? You like what you see?”
She shrugged.
“Take your bra off, then.”
“That isnotin the agreement,” Ella bit her lip.
I climbed into bed, trying to warm up. It was fucking freezing. I lay on my side, looking up at her as she sat, as if taking the whole thing in. We played our parts awkwardly. I could tell she felt an urge to cuddle, but knew we couldn’t. Eventually, she softened, lying next to me, also on her side until our bodies almost touched.
“I’m sorry if that was too much,” Ella said.
“Eloise, I would never say that. You are remarkably good at it.”
“Really?”
“No one is ever game to play. You are undeniably hot. Don’t change a thing. I’d be glad to do that all over.”
“Oh… okay.”
“This is not something… people don’t normally do this to me, darling,” I said.
“Darling? You mean ma’am?”
I looked for words.
“Oh, we’re not playing right now?” She ran her index finger over my chest. “It’s okay, we don’t always have to play. Not if you don’t want to.”
“I want to, but… it’s also okay to just… be. I fear you’re a decadent sweet that will kill me eventually.”
As if summoned, I ran my hand over her hip. Realizing what I’d done, I pulled back as if I’d touched a hot pan. Ella didn’t admonish me. Instead, she leaned in and kissed me. If she touched me, it was okay. I knew the rule was I didn’t initiate. So, when she pulled my hand between her legs, I obliged.
“Get me off again and I’ll let you play with my tits,” Ella said.
I had never been so motivated to get a woman off in my life.
As she’d said, I went for broke. I wasrelentless. She panted and moaned. She dug her nails into my chest.
“Is that good?”
She nodded. “I’m… I’m gonna... oh fuck.”
She bit my chest, sure to leave a mark, as she came all over my hand—most of which was now inside her. I could have cared less. She could have smacked me, and it only would have made me want more. I was tapped out, but I still relished the look and feel of her.
