Chapter 42
SNAPPING FINGERS
ELOISE
“Interview part two,” Monique said. “Fucking A. I don’t want to leave you after this lovely dinner. Please tell your boss thank you.”
I dropped Monique at her hotel.
“Take care of yourself. And I will see you for dinner tomorrow night. I promise you it will be just as wonderful.”
“Pack your shopping patience. We’re going to do some damage before we tuck in,” Monique said.
I wouldn’t say no. “I need new work clothes. I’ll take you up on it.”
“Good. And we’ll get you something fun. That man in your life… whatever we call him… he might want some visual stimulation, yes?”
“You know the way to my heart,” I admitted. “But for me. Not for him.”
“Uh-huh. We’re going to talk about this later.”
“We are definitely not going to. Go to bed, sweetie. Rest. You’re going to negotiate an amazing salary tomorrow and we can start shopping for a flat.”
Monique gave me a big hug and kiss. “Okay. Get home safe, alright? You are welcome to stay—”
“Nah,” I said. “It’s all good.”
She waved me off and I thought about going home until my attention turned to the mission I sent Duncan on and how he delivered. I decided to call him for the first time, doubting he’d answer.
To my surprise, the phone barely rang.
“Hello?”
“It’s Eloise,” I said.
“Oh, okay,” he sounded less panicked. “I didn’t know the number. Made me paranoid.”
“Well, it’s just me. What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Mind if I pop in?”
“I would be glad to do so. Hopefully, to express your gratitude?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Where are you?”
“The Savoy. I just dropped Mo off.”
“Stay there. I will send you a car.”
“I can get there. KP is just—”
“Nah. It’s safer this way. Just trust me. Press, Ella.”
“Oh, you’re right,” I relented.
A driver arrived in magical time. I gathered he’d rang someone at Buckingham Palace, which was much closer.
Either way, I was on my way to some scary back alley and into a security gate with guards.
After being brought through a veritable maze, I was at Duncan’s doorstep at Kensington Palace. It was odd.
As I entered, ushered by his butler who looked annoyed given the time, I realized I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
Compared to the cozy, posh house in Wales, this place sprawled.
After all, it was a palace. But it wasn’t just that the place was named that.
After all, I’d been in one earlier, too.
It was that in this moment, it hit me that I proposed a booty call with someone who lived in a fucking palace. And the ball was in my court.
Duncan descended the steps, surprise on his face. He dismissed the staff, apologizing for the late-night arrival.
“Miss Mills. You look… lovely. To what do I owe the surprise?”
“Cut the crap,” I laughed.
We stood nervously in the foyer. I needed him to make a move. I wasn’t sure what was protocol. It was his house. His massive, important fucking house.
“Are you going to invite me anywhere or… what?” I asked.
“Uh… sure. I didn’t want to be…” he lowered his voice. “Presumptuous.”
“I was,” I said. “And remain so. I thought the bedroom might work best?”
“I will not tell you no.”
He led me upstairs, giving me a tour along the way as if it mattered. We wound into his massive bedroom. He chattered nervously, as if he’d never brought a girl home before. I poked around in his perfectly-organized and expansive closet. He followed me.
“Which tie do you like most?” I asked.
He pointed. “I like that blue one. It’s quite good. Especially if you’re in Scotland.”
“Grab it,” I said.
He looked at me confused, but followed my directions.
“Choose your second-favorite, too.”
“What are you up to, Mistress Mills?” He handed me another.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I entered the bedroom, Duncan trailing.
“Get in bed, Duncan.”
I locked the door and tossed my panties aside, leaving my dress on.
“What is going on?” Duncan asked.
“I’m going to let you fuck me,” I said. “Or rather, I’m about to fuck you. But to ensure you behave yourself, I’m going to tie you up.”
The look on his face was priceless. He didn’t blanche. He practically jumped for joy.
“This isn’t for you,” I reminded. “I want to get off. I want you inside me—for my own pleasure. Understood?”
He nodded emphatically.
As I gently tightened the restraints, Duncan gazed at me as if I were everything.
In a way, I suppose I was. He couldn’t move.
He was stuck tied to his own headboard and I was here to fuck him.
I gathered all of this was a fantasy for my wayward prince unrealized until now.
And though the fantasy was his, the sheer power of the moment overwhelmed me.
“Condom?” I asked, forgetting about that detail until now.
“Nightstand,” he nodded toward the drawer.
I pulled a rubber out. Bingo! Okay, we were in business. I ripped open the package and approached. Never was he more vulnerable than right now at my mercy. He moaned as I held his cock in my hand, teasing him.
“I dunno. Should I?”
I wanted him to beg.
“Please, mistress. Yes. Did I not do well by you today?”
I let out a long sigh, running my thumb over the head of his cock.
“Sure. I suppose.”
I kept it lowkey as I rolled the condom down. I climbed astride Duncan, leaning forward to kiss him. I tortured him, just rubbing my opening against his cock, perched above him.
“Please, Ella. I am begging you,” Duncan pleaded.
I groaned. “Oh, I suppose I’ve tortured you enough. I will grant you a little mercy, Duncan.”
I slid him inside me, slowly. It was as much for his benefit as mine. I’d been thinking about this ever since I had him in my mouth. I thought about how good it might feel to have him fill me completely.
It was lovely. It had been months since I’d fucked anyone like this. And here I was, totally in charge of my own pleasure—and his. I worried about that bit, though. What if he came in three seconds? I tortured him enough to make that possible.
“You are really wet,” Duncan quivered.
“I don’t struggle there if I’m in the mood.”
“And you are?”
“I was. I needed to get off. You’ll do.”
“I’ll do?” He gasped, throwing his head back as I torturously rolled my hips.
“Yes, even the tiniest of dicks could work right now.”
It was a burn, but I fought a laugh over it. In truth, there was no way to describe Duncan’s penis as “tiny”, but he loved being humiliated.
Wanting more, I picked up speed, grinding until he was in ever deeper.
It felt heavenly. He hit just right. I kept going—up and down—and moaning.
My breath picked up. I gripped his chest and stared.
He anticipated my orgasm and I wanted him to see it.
I let out a squeal and several obscenities as the pleasure took hold.
My legs quaked and my chest burned. I needed a second to recover.
“Get off again and then I want to,” Duncan said, excited.
“Excuse me, but you don’t get to decide!”
“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized. “I was… excited.”
“Well, try not to get too excited here, Duncan.”
He nodded. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. Thinking about baseball? Football? Whatever it was, he tried not to cum. Almost any woman would have prized his orgasm above her own. In contrast, I wouldn’t let him. That was all he wanted.
I came again, pleasure rushing over me like a stream.
I reached down and kissed him. That was uncontrollable.
I shouldn’t have. It broke the mystique.
However, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to.
And, in a strange way, it came from a place of trust. I could trust him to be good to me. He had put my pleasure first.
“Fuck me,” Duncan gasped. “Fuck me hard, Ella.”
I nodded and dug in, tightening around him.
I worked my hands into his chest, then decided to try something else.
I gathered he might like me to play with his nipples.
It was like a damn breaking loose. Seconds later, he came hard, straining against the restraints and grunting.
I bent down to kiss him again as he panted.
“That was… fucking hot,” Duncan choked out.
His pulse raced as I lay there with him.
“I’ll break you out of these,” I said. “Mainly because you need to take care of the damage you wrought.”
“Yes, of course.”
He dealt with the condom. I lay there, glad to look at his ass as he crossed the room. And his shoulders. Oh, my God, they were so wonderful! I bit my lip just thinking about what we just did. I laughed to myself about my new wild life. What was this?