Page 110 of Royally Redeemed
“Don’t just stare at me. Get to work,” I gestured with my glass.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I shuddered as he parted my legs.
“Fuck,” I sat the glass down.
I felt like my body might merge with the bed.Damn!
I loved the feeling of his tongue on my clit and the way he eventually worked his fingers inside. The momentum built perfectly. It was hard to ignore how much he knew about me—and my body. There was something primal about the way it made me feel. I got closer, gasping as I did. I needed this orgasm. It was like I needed to climax to survive. I wanted so badly to just reach the pinnacle and explode into fireworks.
I gripped his hair for dear life and felt myself tighten around his fingers. I was beyond help. I was coming no matter what. I came, legs quaking. I screamed his name and a long line of swears before descending into inaudible noises. Then, panting, I lay there.
He crawled back up and stared at me.
“Happy?”
I nodded.
He traced my scar as I came back down.
“I can… reciprocate,” I said.
“I really just want to cum on your arse,” Duncan said.
“I could manage that if you’re going to be good and get me a damn towel.”
He hopped out of bed like his legs were on fire. I was still coming back to life, face still hot, but I flipped over. He straddled one of my legs, gripping my arse with one hand. I pretended to be unenthusiastic as ever. It only got him hotter.
“Today, Duncan,” I sighed.
Then, he groaned. I grimaced. I loathed getting cum all over my arse but whatever made him happy in my current state seemed worth it.
“Mop up your mess,” I said.
“Yes, mistress.”
It still made me happy. We could be downright tender one minute and completely unhinged the next.
Everything back to stasis, we finished our champagne.
“I love you, Ella. So much.”
“I love you, too, Duncan. And it’s scary,” I said. “But I gotta just… trust that it will work out.”
“It will,” Duncan promised, kissing my hand. “I promise I will do my absolute best to keep you happy. Always.”
And despite my fears, I squeezed his hand. I believe maybe—just maybe—this crazy thing might work out someday. It was worth a shot.
64
WRAP-UP
DUNCAN
“So, what are your thoughts on the tour?”
I sat across from Cressida, still in the LA hotel room. We took stock of everything she filmed. It was the last hurrah. Truthfully, as much as I wanted it to end, I warmed up to the crew always being there and prayed they made me look good.
