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 fuckyou. But to ensure you behave yourself, I’m going to tie you up.”
The look on his face waspriceless. 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 ambeggingyou,” 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.”
