Chapter 34
ADJUSTMENTS
ELOISE
London Daily Times
The Prince of Wales returned to work at his post at RAF Valley.
He has been busy as per usual. Moreover, the Palace released details about the Prince's next assignment.
Prince Duncan will take North America by storm on a six-week tour of Canada, the United States, and Mexico.
It was scheduled for the Queen and Duke, but she believes he is ready for the biggest lift of his royal life.
Is he? Only time will tell. We were told as well that a documentary crew will follow the wayward prince on this journey to shed light on his diplomatic and humanitarian endeavors. This is an all-out PR campaign.
Finally, new details were released about a newcomer to the Prince's staff. Or, rather, that a candidate has been hired to the Prince's post of Social Secretary. No name has been announced. But that post has been a revolving door for years. Good luck to that person! They'll need it!
The minute we landed back in Wales, Duncan rushed off to work. He let us all know he loathed it. But he especially let me know in the plainest way possible. He slid a note under my door.
Mistress Mills,
As promised, I will be home tomorrow at 19:00. Be here. Don’t wear knickers—it’s a waste. Plan to go nowhere and see no one. I will take care of your every need.
Your humble servant,
Duncan
Oof. The man could make me wet with just a pen. Waiting for him to work a twenty-four hour shift was brutal. Well, really it was working a double. He did eight hours on, slept, and then eight more hours.
I expected him to get home and—quite frankly—want nothing to do with me. He had other plans, arriving still in uniform.
“What are you doing?”
“What?” I asked. “Putting a duck in. I got it in the village.”
“Why on Earth would you—”
“It will be done in two hours. I thought we could have a late dinner and watch the ball drop.”
“No. I told you—”
Oh, here we went! Was he serious?
“You don’t tell me anything,” I said, voice very sharp. “This is—at best—a pity offer. And if you disappoint me, I won’t do anything else.”
Duncan walked towards me and attempted to pull me towards him, ostensibly to kiss me. As badly as I wanted it, I knew that would throw the night off course. This wasn’t about romantic love.
“Excuse me. Did I say you could touch me?”
“No, no,” Duncan stepped back, minding himself well.
“Take that off. Get naked,” I said. “I will meet you up there after I finish up here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
Every time he referred to me as “ma’am” or “mistress” I gained a level.
I finished putting the food in and went upstairs to find him naked and waiting for me in bed like a good boy.
“Before I get into bed,” I said. “You need to agree to terms and conditions.”
“Anything.” He sounded desperate.
I smiled slightly. “You can go down on me. Otherwise don’t touch me. And you don’t get to cum. And if I say…”
I thought about a safe word. Didn’t we need one?
“If I say Greenwich, we’re done.”
He nodded. “Got it.”
I tossed my jeans on the floor.
“Your shirt? I’m naked,” he whined.
“Oh, Duncan, do not begin with that. I will do what I please. Make me cum and we’ll talk about if and when you get to see my tits.”
Duncan nodded as I kicked off my panties. I never dropped eye contact. He practically salivated as he watched me climb into bed.
“What are you gawping at? Get to work,” I said.
I pushed his head down towards my center, wanting to take full advantage of his willingness. I was going to make this work for me. It would be a bit of fun. I deserved a bit of fun, didn’t I?