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, Ibrushed against her and came all over my legandthe 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.
40
WHAT A GIRL WANTS
ELOISE
“You must discover what you want,” Constance said over dinner. “Both of you must. You’re getting to the point in your careers where you have mobility. Do not let anyone tell you what is possible.”
Her words took me by surprise.
“I guess I didn’t think about it like that since we’re so young,” I said.
“Yes, dear. That’s the takeaway. You should never stay at a job that doesn’t fill your cup. It sounds like you took a job you like better.”
