Page 26 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)

Taking Orders

KEIR

I ngrid was a machine. I expected someone mad for horses. I even expected bravery. What I got was far different. Ingrid’s stunt impressed everyone. She was hard, tough, and determined. It only made me want her more. That wasn’t like me. I usually preferred sweet, feminine, slightly submissive women. Ingrid wasn’t that girl. She was a badass who held her own. I’d underestimated her. She had grit, and I needed more of that in my life.

“I suppose I should slow down,” Ingrid said. “This is my one glass of wine.”

We sat at dinner, recounting the equestrians’ efforts around the table. I wasn’t drinking. I’d have to fly to Wales tomorrow right after the event.

“You will appreciate it in the morning,” Isak said. It makes a difference, especially since I think you’ll probably need to pop a paracetamol.”

“You’re going to be stiff as a board in the morning,” Cici laughed.

“All worth it,” Aunt Natalie said. “For such a triumphant comeback.”

I smiled, proud of her. Cici was poised to win it all, but it was Ingrid for whom I couldn’t stop cheering. I was in her corner. And while I would have liked to say and do much more, I couldn’t. She’d gone to bed at nine the night before. I didn’t take it as her avoiding me, though. She was focused. I wasn’t here to distract from that. Unfortunately, this was my last night here, and I’d not so much as kissed Ingrid.

“I should probably turn in,” Ingrid said. “I’m exhausted, and I want to read before bed.”

Well, that seals it.

“Take care of yourself, darling,” Astrid said affectionately. “Such a big day.”

I couldn’t fault her. If I had the pressure on my shoulders she did, I’d do the same. I was competitive and proud. I wouldn’t risk it, either. I only hoped there would be other opportunities.

I remained at the table, listening to Duncan go on about a Spanish princess annoying him, when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

INGRID

I know we haven’t had time to talk but do you want to?

Talk, I mean.

ME

Just talk? I thought you were reading.

INGRID

I could be. Or I could do something more fun

I tried not to chuckle at her emoji. This was more than talking.

ME

I could say I needed some rest and slip away.

INGRID

Come to my room then. We’ll talk.

She was cheeky, if nothing else. I waited another few minutes and decided to turn in. Everyone looked at me like I was a disappointment, but I was walking on cloud nine. I changed into my typical old T-shirt and shorts. I wouldn’t be found in the hallway by anyone in jeans and my shirt from the day before. I remembered to bring two condoms, hopeful I might get to use at least one of them. I’d not be darting back into the hall.

Ingrid was in bed—naked. Talking wasn’t what she wanted.

“I don’t want to talk, and I can’t stay up all night,” she said. “But I feel like I’ve had no time with you. And if I don’t get you, I might expire.”

“Oh, really, baby?” I asked, pretending to be inconvenienced. “You said you needed to talk. We might discuss your big day.”

She rolled her eyes. “Every time you get an opportunity to grab my ass, you do, Keir. You want me. Here I am. I need to blow off steam—sore legs and arms be damned.”

“Well, it’d be rude if I wasn’t at your service, right? To the victor go all the spoils.”

She smiled. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“I’d call it whatever you want to if I could be balls-deep inside you right about now.”

“Fuck me, then,” Ingrid said.

I disrobed in record time, wasting not a second. I climbed into bed and kissed her. Ingrid’s soft, sweet curves felt like perfection beneath me. I’d been waiting a week for this, and there was no telling when I’d get her back again.

“Condom?” Ingrid asked.

“One sec,” I said, hopping back out of bed to chase one down.

“You have such a nice ass,” Ingrid said. “Not that all of you isn’t nice. But it’s not flat. I rather prefer it that way.”

“You’d objectify me, princess?” I smirked. “What now?”

“You love to be loved, I suspect. You live to be adored.”

She wasn’t wrong.

“And you, Ingrid?”

I rolled a condom over my hard cock and climbed into bed again, pressing her onto the pillows.

“You worshipped me the other night,” she whispered. “I ate it up as much as you devoured me.”

I had. I’d relished it. Listening to her cum out in the open like that was dangerous and addictive .

“I like both,” I said. “To be adored and to adore someone.”

“So, you like this?”

“Chasing you is flying too close to the sun, princess,” I said. “But I’d risk my wings to take you again.”

Ingrid pulled me into a kiss, grinding against me. She continued until I slipped inside her. As I did, she moaned into my mouth.

“I won’t ask you to risk your wings,” Ingrid said. “Not if you do this properly.”

We were electric. She may have been green. She may have been younger than I’d prefer, but the chemistry was uncanny. I didn’t fawn over girls like I did Ingrid. I didn’t like taking orders, but I wanted to please this woman so badly. If she asked, I’d have gone to the moon and back right now. Watching her lose herself, pleasure rolling over her, Ingrid was everything I shouldn’t have wanted but needed. Her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Oh, Keir, fuck me,” she moaned, nails digging into my back.

I sped up as she collapsed into the bed, going limp as she came back to reality. Her tits bounced like ripples on a pond, then like they were hit with the waves as I went for broke. It was satisfying, but I’d lose it this way if I kept going. I wanted to get her off again.

“Get on top,” I said. “I want to watch you.”

“I’m sore,” Ingrid pouted. “I want you to do the work.”

“Are you getting lazy on me, Ingrid?”

I couldn’t resist that face.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I said. “You deserve punishment for being so disagreeable.”

Ingrid bit her lip and flipped around. I’d have to be satisfied with the view of her ass as I pounded into her. It was firm but still plenty smackable. I forcefully pulled her hips towards me and gave her a good swat.

She moaned. I liked a woman who enjoyed a spanking. I thrust inside her slowly, trying to be gentle. Every time we did something, I reminded myself she’d never done it before. It was easily forgot since the woman didn’t hold back.

Ingrid looked back at me defiantly as I pumped into her. Then, as if in a sexy act of protest, she reached back with one hand to touch her clit as I continued to rail her. That was hot. How did she know what to do? She was an enigma.

“You’re a naughty girl,” I said.

“I want to cum hard,” Ingrid said. “Fuck me harder.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I agreed. “But you should mind yourself.”

“Why? Am I not your peer?”

Ingrid’s moans and protest led to more desperation. I was determined to get her off again. She was so wet, warm, and tight now. She was close. I felt her tighten even more around my hard dick. By now, she dripped down my balls.

She let out a scream, “Oh, fuck! Ouais! Don’t stop!”

The melange of words made it hotter. She pulsed around me and collapsed into the pillows. I pressed her head down harder.

“You make too much noise, Ingrid.”

“Just fuck me and mind yourself,” Ingrid growled into the pillow.

I gave her arse another swat, then gripped her hips and railed her. She was spent but a good sport. I didn’t last much longer, desperate to cum inside her wet, tight pussy. I came, holding onto her to steady my knees. I didn’t want to leave her. She felt so good. Still, I had to. I couldn’t stay deep in her like this forever.

I pulled away, watching Ingrid roll onto her back. She was flushed, panting, and as she fell, her breasts bounced, rippling until they settled. She was gorgeous. I wanted to burn this image of her into my memory.

“I gotta deal with this,” I gestured about the condom. “But I’m coming back.”

“If the servants find that, will they freak?” Ingrid called after me.

“Nah, I doubt they will bat an eye,” I answered, tossing the annoying thing aside.

Condoms were an occupational hazard. I’d loved to be inside her, nothing coming between us, but that was risky.

Ingrid giggled as I returned. “You just jump when I say how high.”

“Don’t get drunk on power, Ingrid,” I said, pulling her into my arms. “We both wanted the same thing. That is all.”

“I felt dreadful leaving you after the night on the boat. And you… you’ve been such a good boy. ”

She brushed my chest hair as I traced my finger up and down her hip.

“I promised to be helpful.”

“Why?” Ingrid looked up at me.

“Because you’re tempting, and I am a weak man.”

She smiled. “I wish we had another night. Many more, in fact.”

I kissed her. “Same. What is your plan for next weekend?”

“I planned a quiet weekend of doing nothing. Half the riders are going to another horse trial. I can’t keep up. I don’t have a second-stringer that could compete at that level. I have a dressage lesson on Friday morning, and after that, nothing.”

I thought about what I was asking.

“I’m going to Wales to do some ceremonial stuff next week. Duncan will be there for part of it. But I have my aunt’s house all weekend if I want it.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’d risk it?”

“As I said, too close to the sun.”

“If someone finds out, it could be a scandal.”

“No one will find out,” I assured. I ran my fingers through her hair, mesmerised again by its softness.

“And how would I even get to Wales?”

“I’d come to collect you,” I offered. “I’d fly into Marham, see some mates, and return with you. I’d deliver back on Sunday afternoon.”

She smiled cheekily, then looked down as she ran her finger up and down my chest. She was considering it, but I suspected she wanted to torture me a bit. Two could play at that game. I ran my fingers over her nipple, then slowly rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. She shuddered and moaned.

“You don’t want two uninterrupted days of shagging? Of me showering you with praise and giving you as many orgasms as possible?”

Ingrid looked up at me, smiled, and leaned in slowly to kiss me. I felt the warmth of her body against me and longed for more of this. I loved the feeling of her mouth on mine, her tongue slowly pressing into my mouth, and the way she moaned when I traced her hip with my finger and dipped south. I lived for how she ground her hips into me when I hit just the right spot. I wanted to make her cum again so badly.

So, I did. She hadn’t said yes, but I knew she would. I ran my hand between her legs, finding her still-swollen clit waiting for my fingers. I longed to hear her say my name and cry out before losing all ability to speak. She moaned and clawed at me as if trying to steady herself before she fell back against the bed, looking up at me as I stroked her wet pussy.

“You’ll come to Wales,” I said. “And you’ll cum for me again now, won’t you?”

She nodded her head as if in a trance. I held all the power here. She trusted I’d get her off. I trusted she’d soon scream my name. I slid two fingers inside her in a torturously slow way.

“More,” she moaned. “I want more.”

I couldn’t go again—not this soon or after being so knackered from being out in the rain and slogging through the mud all day. Even I had limits.

I slid another finger inside her. She moaned louder.

“More,” she begged.

By this point, I had four fingers inside her, my palm slapping against her pelvis. She swung her hips up towards me, showing me, she was close again. Ingrid came so beautifully. She was still in those early days when the novelty of sex was far from gone. But the way she directed me, you’d never know it was so new. She knew what she wanted and how to ask for it. I knew how to please her.

“I’ll come to Wales. Oh, Keir, don’t fucking stop! I’m… I’m…”

She came tight around my fingers, gripping my wrist with one hand, her hair tight in the other. So, she did like her hair pulled. I noted it. Satisfied, I pulled my fingers slowly from her swollen pussy. She watched me, still panting and beside herself with pleasure.

“You think I’m wrapped around your finger, but you’re willing to waste it all for a booty call,” I said.

“No, my stakes are low,” she said. “And you’re willing to do just about anything for a taste. ”

As if in agreement, I licked her taste from my fingers. That part wasn’t wrong. I was. And while the stakes were higher for me, defiling her was my new favourite pastime.