Chapter 35
SEX AND OTHER DRUGS
Duncan
I never left a pussy unappreciated. They were all different and new exploration thrilled me.
It wasn’t just their taste or the smell that revved me, it was the way I could turn them to putty.
It was the noise and feels of that final moment.
The sweet sound of Ella’s orgasm brought me nearly to climax last time. I wanted to make her scream my name.
Eloise forced my head between her thighs.
Suddenly, I had almost everything I wanted as I got my first taste of her.
She was already wet. Ella pushed her hips towards me, grinding now.
She let out a little moan, relaxing into me.
I dug in, giving it more effort. I picked up the pace.
She whimpered, moaned, and gripped my hair.
“Use your fingers,” Ella growled, a bit breathless. “It works. Get my G-spot. Be relentless.”
Relentless? I could be relentless. I did as she asked, glad for directions.
As I slowly pressed two fingers inside, she shuddered.
I kept working with my tongue as I found her swollen, desperate G-spot with my fingers.
I slowly massaged it. She grew louder and tightened her grip on my hair.
I grabbed the side of her hip and arse for stability, noting the softness of her curves and her silky-smooth skin.
I slid a third finger inside her pink pussy.
As I did, Ella tightened around me. I looked over to see her right-hand scratching at the duvet.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Shit!”
Ella’s legs quaked and her body quivered. She pressed my face into her wetness, her center tightening around my fingers.
That would do.
I looked up as she stared back in satisfaction, panting.
Her chest rose and fell. Ella nodded, sitting up.
I climbed back up to where she was and watched as she removed her shirt.
She read my expression as I observed the pretty pink bra underneath it.
I wanted so bad to touch her, but I knew I wasn’t allowed.
“I’m not taking the bra off. Not now,” Ella said. “You did well, but you can wait. However, I am willing to give you a handy for your valiant efforts.”
That was a welcome relief.
I lay beside her, and she grasped my cock with her right hand. Her fist pumped easily, lubricated by the massive amount of precum she’d elicited.
“Oh, someone is very naughty.” Eloise bit her lip. “And you want me to get you off?”
I nodded, my pulse racing as she moved her hand down my shaft. She played with the head with her thumb. It felt amazing.
“Hmm… should I?”
“Yes, please.”
“Please what?”
Oh, she really wanted me to beg.
“Yes, Mistress Mills. Please, can I cum?”
She shrugged, picking up the pace. I wanted to impress her with how long I would last, but after whatever that was, I wasn’t going to.
“Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?” Ella asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, mistress,” I choked out, past the point of no return.
I came impressively hard.
She responded by wiping my load all over my abs, “And that’s what you get, Duncan. Naughty boy!”
I tried so hard not to laugh. I didn’t even know why I wanted to laugh other than she was so good at his.
She tossed me a tissue box. I cleaned up and discarded the tissues. As I returned to bed, I found her ogling me.
“What? You like what you see?”
She shrugged.
“Take your bra off, then.”
“That is not in the agreement,” Ella bit her lip.
I climbed into bed, trying to warm up. It was fucking freezing.
I lay on my side, looking up at her as she sat, as if taking the whole thing in.
We played our parts awkwardly. I could tell she felt an urge to cuddle, but knew we couldn’t.
Eventually, she softened, lying next to me, also on her side until our bodies almost touched.
“I’m sorry if that was too much,” Ella said.
“Eloise, I would never say that. You are remarkably good at it.”
“Really?”
“No one is ever game to play. You are undeniably hot. Don’t change a thing. I’d be glad to do that all over.”
“Oh… okay.”
“This is not something… people don’t normally do this to me, darling,” I said.
“Darling? You mean ma’am?”
I looked for words.
“Oh, we’re not playing right now?” She ran her index finger over my chest. “It’s okay, we don’t always have to play. Not if you don’t want to.”
“I want to, but… it’s also okay to just… be. I fear you’re a decadent sweet that will kill me eventually.”
As if summoned, I ran my hand over her hip.
Realizing what I’d done, I pulled back as if I’d touched a hot pan.
Ella didn’t admonish me. Instead, she leaned in and kissed me.
If she touched me, it was okay. I knew the rule was I didn’t initiate.
So, when she pulled my hand between her legs, I obliged.
“Get me off again and I’ll let you play with my tits,” Ella said.
I had never been so motivated to get a woman off in my life.
As she’d said, I went for broke. I was relentless. She panted and moaned. She dug her nails into my chest.
“Is that good?”
She nodded. “I’m… I’m gonna... oh fuck.”
She bit my chest, sure to leave a mark, as she came all over my hand—most of which was now inside her. I could have cared less. She could have smacked me, and it only would have made me want more. I was tapped out, but I still relished the look and feel of her.
“Did that please you?” I asked.
She nodded. “Mm… yes.”
She tossed her bra, unveiling two very perky and round breasts with what I’d describe as goldilocks nipples—neither too large nor too small. They were perfect. I forgot rule number one: look but don’t touch. I dove in to suck on her right nipple and she smacked me playfully.
“Bad boy! I said you don’t get to touch me.”
“Slap me harder,” I said.
She stared at me, frightened. Then, she did. Not hard but hard-er and probably as hard as a woman ever had. I had hit the motherlode. This was the woman I’d been waiting for.