Page 63 of Royally Redeemed
“Stand up.”
“What? Why? I got in bed because you?—”
“Are you arguing with me, Duncan? Because I can get right back to where I came from and take lunch in the dining room?—”
“No, no, mistress.”
I did exactly as she asked. Shewouldleave and punish me. By now, I knew it. She was the first woman who had the degreeof self-control and disassociation needed to leave me with my dick out. She didn’t give a flying fuckwhoI was. She wanted me to listen.
I stood, naked and unsure of next steps.
“You don’t get to touch me,” Ella reminded me as our bodies grew closer.
Only inches from me, expression critical, she asked. “Agreed?”
I nodded. She dropped to her knees and looked up.
“I pity you. You’ve had a rough week, Duncan. So this is a pity fuck of sorts.”
I would take her pity and let her spoil me.
“Do not cum in my mouth,” she said, finally. “Or my face. Or anywhere on me. You don’t deserve to. I’ll get you close and you’ll do the rest. Understood?”
I nodded again.
She took me in her mouth, and I knew it was going to be a long, difficult slog to last any amount of time. I shuddered as she sucked the head of my cock, her hand wrapped around the base. She started slow before speeding up, her tongue somehow doing so much work on the head every time she pulled back. Each time she took me in, she did so authoritatively—as if she owned me.
I broke the rules, playing with her hair instinctively. I needed something to grab onto. What else could I do?
Ella slapped the side of my arse and looked up, indignant.
“What did I tell you, Duncan?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I forgot. It just felt so good?—”
“Do you want me to continue? Can you behave yourself? This is not about you. This is aboutme.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.” Ella continued.
She didn’t let up—edging me closer, my balls now swollen. I was rock hard, a ticking time bomb. Every time I thought shemight just let me get that close, she pulled back and left in beautiful anguish. Finally, she cupped my balls and brought me right to the limit.
“Ella, please. I’m?—”
She pulled back and I rushed to finish things off in the bath, making use of a hand towel. It took no time at all. That sort of enthusiastic blowjob deserved top marks.
When I emerged, she was on the bed, totally naked. I rarely got to seeallof her in daylight. This was a proper treat.
“I want to cum,” Ella said. “I want you to do your best to make me squirt. I want to be dripping down your chin. That is what I deserve.”
I nodded, getting to work. I gripped her hips at first, digging in. By now, her scent was familiar if not intoxicating. I reveled in it. Her little moans and the way she ground towards me made me hard again. Had she asked me to get inside of her and finish the job, I would have done so but wouldn’t have lasted long.
I was practically fisting her, trying to get her off. Her pussy craved it. She grew louder as her legs twitched around me. As I played with her G-Spot, her wetness doubled and tripled. I looked up, watching her writhing, so close.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” she wound up, her toes curling at my sides.
Ella gripped my hair and shouted, “Oh, fuck! God!”
