Chapter 24
THE PARTY
ELOISE
Idon't know what I was thinking agreeing to let Duncan bring me back to my room—his mother's room, really—and what? Watch me beat off? I should have told him no under all circumstances. This crossed every professional boundary.
Still, I knew I had to give him something. He hadn’t signed the papers for the show. Right now, we were at sea and he could change his mind. We bonded a little and I wanted to watch him squirm. Somehow, I knew this performance would lock him in like a lovesick puppy.
We wound up at the house, in what was now my room, where he insisted I get to work.
The problem was, I'd never let a partner watch before—let alone a man who was technically my boss. Where did he sit? What did he do? I realized none of that supposition mattered. I was in charge. He wanted me to bark orders at him.
He works for you, Eloise. You hold all the cards here.
I flipped the script and took the reins.
“Don't get naked, this isn't a group opportunity, Duncan.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
His tone was one of utter willingness.
I filed through my bags to find the vibrator he found so interesting. It was a splurge, but did the job of three men. In girl math, it would be silly not to buy it.
“You may sit on the bed, but you may not touch me.”
Duncan nodded.
I kicked my sweats off and lay there, wearing my blouse and my panties only.
“You want to see my tits?”
Duncan nodded emphatically, edging closer.
“Earn it and I will let you see them.”
“How?”
“Continue to be a good boy.”
“Please,” he pleaded.
“No,” I responded.
The familiar hum of the motors kicked off as I disengaged the travel lock.
I kicked off my panties, laying bare my bottom half.
I had never met a man who wanted so badly to just watch.
I knew this was a kink, but given his alpha-male exterior, I didn’t see him willing to be so passive.
Regardless, here I was—little old me—running a vibe over my clit as he watched, totally enrapt.
I put the suction side on, moaning as I did. To my surprise, while this was awkward on paper, in real-time it was hot. Unlike phone sex, I got the instant gratification of his reaction. I could hear the way his breathing picked up. The more aroused I got, the more into it he was.
He was the proud future king, watching as I sought my pleasure. Here was my boss enjoying every little moan I let out. I let myself get loud as my breathing quickened. Writhing a bit. He practically drooled, moving as close as he could, but never testing a boundary.
“You’re being a very good boy, Duncan,” I panted.
He said nothing, still consumed by the sight of me working away. My pussy wet and my clit engorged, I was so close.
“You wanna see me cum without touching a thing?” I asked.
“God, yes. How could you do that?” Duncan gasped.
I grinned. “Just watch.”
The motors continued to work their magic as the toy, cradled between my thighs and suctioned to my clit, pulsed. My hips gyrated. Duncan moved closer to the point he was only inches away, as if observing the rarest of creatures.
I gripped the headboard and panted. “You want to see me make a mess?”
“Yes please.”
I moaned, throwing my head back. But then, I realized, I wanted to look him dead in the eye as I came.
His eyes met mine as he lay sideways, staring obsessively.
The outline of his hard, miserable cock was visible through his jeans.
I had a choice. I was allowed to touch him.
And it might make him completely lose it.
He never told me I couldn't. I was so curious about it.
So, I reached out and touched him, hips still moving to pick up the pulse of the vibe between my legs.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Duncan said, voice almost ragged.
“You like that?”
He nodded as I traced the outline of his dick over his pants. I wanted to see what it looked like and really appreciate it, but I was about to cum. It would have to wait.
“Fuck, fuck,” I pulled my hand back, gripping the bed for dear life.
I looked at Duncan while I came. He was taking me in, focused solely on where my head was at.
Pleasure rolled over me and the pulsing within my folds and around my clit became too much.
My legs quaked, falling to either side for a moment.
I lay still, only panting and waiting. I reached to remove the toy and lay there.
“I... I gotta go,” Duncan said. “Please excuse me.”
He was so adorably polite about it. I suspected he was off to wank for the second time today—like a desperate schoolboy. That was hot as hell. Weird, yes, but very, very sexy.