Chapter 23
TORTURE
DUNCAN
Iwas delighted and appalled at Ella’s elite torture skills.
Hung over, burned, and miserable, I put myself back together for a chance to go down on her.
I wanted to kiss her in the kitchen and fantasized about doing just that before fucking her against the kitchen island.
I couldn’t fight a stare as she bent over to sort through the lowest dresser drawer. Her arse was so splendid!
She called me out on my intent to wank earlier. Which, yes, had been my plan and didn’t stop me from doing it quickly. If I’d followed her directive, I’d have a permanent boner right now. The way she barked orders delighted me. She wielded that sword like a fucking pro.
“What else?” I asked. “This thing? What is this?”
I pointed to a sculpture sitting by her bed.
“It’s a nightlight usually. The base lights up,” she said.
I picked it up and part of it dropped off.
“Sorry, sorry,” I said. “What the fuck?”
She giggled before saying, “Don’t pick it up.”
“What? Why?”
She rolled her eyes. “That part…it’s a vibrator. Practically indestructible but yeah. The part that glows is the charger.”
“It looks like… art. Ingenious.”
“It’s fun. Either way, no one lives with me here, I don’t have any reason to hide it, and no one knows.”
It was bold and cheeky.
“Oh, what? Don’t judge me! You were—”
“Darling, I am not judging you,” I said. “I am wishing I was invited to this party is all.”
“Oh, are you?” She arced her eyebrows. “I mean, I’d invite you to the party.”
“Really?” I wasn’t sure we talked about the same thing.
Was she giving in?
“You could attend said party, but as I said, you don’t get to touch me.”
My heart raced. “Well, I’d like to attend the party either way, Ella. A party is a party.”
She bit her lip and fussed with her ponytail before dipping to unplug the charging base. She shoved it in her suitcase and stared at me.
“So, is there… going to be…” I stammered wanting to confirm.
“Continue helping me and I will see if I am in the mood when we return.”
I liked this game.
“Of course, darling. Of course. I am in your debt at this point for being kind to me last night as I whinged about my hand.”
She smiled, “Yes. At least you know it is true, Duncan. But who knows how I will feel back there in that massive space knowing it does not at all belong to me. Won’t it be odd?”
“I relish the idea of doing something depraved there.”
“Oh, come on, I bet you’ve done far worse,” she said. “Have you never fucked anyone there?”
“It was always a missed opportunity, so no.”
“Then why now?”
“Because I’m a bit indignant about being bossed around by a girl of… however old are you?”
“Twenty-five and if you just minded yourself better, you’d not be in this mess.”
“You’re too young for me.”
“And yet you are so thirsty to even watch me get off, Duncan! One of us is trouble but it’s not me, Your Royal Highness.”
I longed to wilt under her imposing glare. She was short, but mighty. And I wanted to watch her do all manner of things even if I wasn’t allowed to engage.