Chapter 39
SPOILED
DUNCAN
“You better be naked or I’m gonna be mad!”
Ella’s voice filtered through the suite. I was impressed she came as promised. And she was already owning the situation impressively. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to whatever she would demand of me.
“I have done as you asked,” I called.
By now, she was there in nothing but lingerie—naughty black lace. Fuck! I hadn’t seen this set before. She leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed.
“I will do whatever this is and then you will order me room service, and I will go off to the spa,” Ella said.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Stand up.”
“What? Why? I got in bed because you—”
“Are you arguing with me, Duncan? Because I can get right back to where I came from and take lunch in the dining room—”
“No, no, mistress.”
I did exactly as she asked. She would leave and punish me. By now, I knew it. She was the first woman who had the degree of self-control and disassociation needed to leave me with my dick out. She didn’t give a flying fuck who I was. She wanted me to listen.
I stood, naked and unsure of next steps.
“You don’t get to touch me,” Ella reminded me as our bodies grew closer.
Only inches from me, expression critical, she asked. “Agreed?”
I nodded. She dropped to her knees and looked up.
“I pity you. You’ve had a rough week, Duncan. So this is a pity fuck of sorts.”
I would take her pity and let her spoil me.
“Do not cum in my mouth,” she said, finally. “Or my face. Or anywhere on me. You don’t deserve to. I’ll get you close and you’ll do the rest. Understood?”
I nodded again.
She took me in her mouth, and I knew it was going to be a long, difficult slog to last any amount of time.
I shuddered as she sucked the head of my cock, her hand wrapped around the base.
She started slow before speeding up, her tongue somehow doing so much work on the head every time she pulled back.
Each time she took me in, she did so authoritatively—as if she owned me.
I broke the rules, playing with her hair instinctively. I needed something to grab onto. What else could I do?
Ella slapped the side of my arse and looked up, indignant.
“What did I tell you, Duncan?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I forgot. It just felt so good—”
“Do you want me to continue? Can you behave yourself? This is not about you. This is about me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.” Ella continued.
She didn’t let up—edging me closer, my balls now swollen. I was rock hard, a ticking time bomb. Every time I thought she might just let me get that close, she pulled back and left in beautiful anguish. Finally, she cupped my balls and brought me right to the limit.
“Ella, please. I’m—”
She pulled back and I rushed to finish things off in the bath, making use of a hand towel. It took no time at all. That sort of enthusiastic blowjob deserved top marks.
When I emerged, she was on the bed, totally naked. I rarely got to see all of her in daylight. This was a proper treat.
“I want to cum,” Ella said. “I want you to do your best to make me squirt. I want to be dripping down your chin. That is what I deserve.”
I nodded, getting to work. I gripped her hips at first, digging in.
By now, her scent was familiar if not intoxicating.
I reveled in it. Her little moans and the way she ground towards me made me hard again.
Had she asked me to get inside of her and finish the job, I would have done so but wouldn’t have lasted long.
I was practically fisting her, trying to get her off. Her pussy craved it. She grew louder as her legs twitched around me. As I played with her G-Spot, her wetness doubled and tripled. I looked up, watching her writhing, so close.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” she wound up, her toes curling at my sides.
Ella gripped my hair and shouted, “Oh, fuck! God!”
But she wasn’t finished.
She said, breathless. “Make me cum again, Duncan.”
“Yes, mistress,” I agreed as she pressed my face back into her pussy.
Her hips ground harder against me. I didn’t know how she managed it. I licked and sucked her impossibly swollen clit, taking great pride in the way I made her feel.
“Oh, yes, Duncan! Fuck! Lick my wet cunt!”
The way she screamed my name beat all else, but her choice language really sold it. In a way I hadn’t done in decades, I brushed against her and came all over my leg and the duvet. I’d have been embarrassed to have done so if she hadn’t just left a puddle beneath her.
Panting, she looked down. “Good boy. Get a towel.”
“Yes, ma’am,” My heart still racing as I tracked another towel down.
We cleaned up our mess best we could as I took in one of the best times I’d ever had with a woman.
“Good boy,” Ella welcomed me back far from the wet spot in the bed.
To my surprise, she initiated a kiss. And not just a lusty one that felt like she was clawing at me. I lived for those. No, this was different. It was sweeter. It wasn’t part of our little game. This was genuine affection.
Ella pulled back after a blissful moment and spoke, voice still rasping from her shouting.
“That was the hardest I think I’ve ever cum,” Ella said. “Thank you. You earned bonus points, Duncan.”
“So, can I fuck you… sometime? Not now. I couldn’t even manage it if I wanted to, darling.”
“We’ll see. I still believe you should behave. When I see more evidence of your good behavior, I might grant your wish.”
“Well, thanks for the blowjob. That was… unexpected but very appreciated.”
“I can be kind sometimes. Do not trifle with me, Duncan.”
“I am here to serve,” I said.
I kissed her back, but she didn’t smack me for breaking the rules.
Somehow, things changed. The game made me delirious with lust for her, but an earnest connection between us had grown. These kisses were about more than just her desire for me to please her. My kissing her was about wanting to be close.
I ordered lunch. We ate together, talking about the news mostly. I could talk to her about anything. As I reached the pinnacle of post-coital ease, she departed bed.
“I gotta go.” Ella pulled her underwear back on.
I didn’t stop her, but I felt like I never wanted her to go.
I wanted her to stay in bed all day. Uttering it would bring the whole thing to a halt.
It crossed every line. So, I beat that feeling down.
I would not confess this to Eloise Mills.
I would leave her be. We’d stick to our game, and I’d be satisfied with that.