Chapter 33
MISTRESS MILLS
DUNCAN
The letter read “HRH Prince Duncan” in Ella's neat script. I didn't expect a return letter, but I'd take it. Intrigued, I popped the envelope’s seal.
Duncan,
You are a very naughty boy indeed to slip me that note. I shouldn't even respond to you, but I wanted to put you out of your misery. After all, I do have some compassion for you. I'm not heartless.
It looks like we will be spending more time together. Can you manage to behave yourself? Or will I have to punish you more?
God, the woman knew how to get my motor running.
I shouldn't even bother doing this, but I suppose I should treat you for being so good at these meetings. After all, should I not reward good behavior? I suppose that's the best way to train a naughty boy, right?
I wanted to know what she meant more than ever. Fuck, she was good!
When we return to Wales, I’ll let you properly make your feelings known.
I'll let you worship my pussy like it deserves.
But you will get no gratification from it.
This is about my pleasure not yours. Maybe in the future I will think differently?
I have decided to give you gratification sooner rather than later, Duncan.
Please don't make me regret it. Make me cum or regret you even offered.
-Mistress Mills
Oof. At this point, I was in my office with a stack of letters, unable to so much as jog back to my place. I sat at my desk with a raging boner thinking of Ella letting me go down on her. All while admonishing the hell out of me.
P.S. Don't bother texting. I have your number in my phone but I don't trust texts. Expect letters. Write me if you want to communicate. I will respond when and if I deign to speak with you.
No. It was too much. I couldn’t turn my mind off and if I stuck around like this, I’d remain at full staff. It was more of a liability than anything. I loathed and loved her for doing this to me. She was brazen.
So, I locked the damn door and wanked like a shameful adolescent would over a damn naughty photo. No one had managed to do so much to me so fast as she had.
I wrote a message back directly following it. I couldn't contain myself.
Mistress Mills,
You are altogether too much. Would it please you to know I just had a wank thinking about you? Or should you punish me more? I couldn't control myself after reading your letter. I did it in my office, like the most depraved sort of man.
I will be on post, but we should be alone for a few days in the new year. I will be home for New Year's Eve. And if you have no plans, I will do nothing more than attend to you. I will give you every bit of me. Whatever you need, I am at your service, Mistress Mills.
You are the absolute worst sort of woman—altogether too high-and-mighty.
You refuse to know your place. Yet, I cannot help but want you more and more.
I live for your ire and long for your appreciation.
I promise, I will prove my worthiness in the new year.
I am altogether too happy to take every bit of your anger, Mistress.
So, don't hold back. I need that for my reformation. It's literally your job now.
-Duncan