Page 29 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)

In the Act

INGRID

“ S o, we’re not worried about him?” I asked, stepping into our cosy, modern home base for the weekend.

“Nah,” Keir answered. “I’ll talk to him. It will get sorted. He might punch me, but I can take him.”

I stared, deer-in-headlights.

“Ingrid, darling, it’s okay,” Keir said, pulling me close. He rested his hands on my hips. “It will be fine. We’re not so uncivil. I planned a relaxing weekend, and I will stick to it. He’ll likely be too busy drinking with mates on post to even bother with me.”

I knew that was probably wishful thinking, but I wanted Keir to kiss me so badly that I didn’t care. Thankfully, he leaned down to do just that. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me slowly and deeply. The world—the stupid plane, the argument, and Duncan—all faded. I was here with him. We were about to fuck like animals. It would all be worth it.

“Where is the bedroom?” I asked.

“The lady is… direct.”

“Have I ever been otherwise? My mother was Scandinavian. ”

“I knew we got along for some reason.” He smacked my bum. “Upstairs and to the left.”

I ventured ahead as Keir toted my bag. The house was lovely and lived in. I could tell it was a retreat rather than a palace. This was solitude and everything you wanted in a country escape. Instead of bright whites and gold, it was decorated with calm shades of cream, brown, and sea green. The furnishings looked nice, but like any other wealthy family lived here.

“There’s a pool?” I asked, peering outside. “In a greenhouse.”

“My uncle’s pool, yeah. Duncan will probably dip out there at an obscene hour out of habit. This is my aunt’s house. We stay here when we’re either in Wales or on post.”

“And it’s okay if we do?”

“Sure,” Keir said. “She doesn’t care. It’s our family house.”

“Keir,” I asked, “are you Queen Natalie’s favourite?”

He feigned surprise. “Yeah, I have been accused as such. Look, for about five years, she was certain Duncan would never happen. He was a happy accident. We have a special bond, and I help out where I can. I am close to my aunt and uncle. Nate and I used to live with them. So, don’t be alarmed.”

“Oh, that’s… sweet.”

Keir set aside the bag and joined me by the balcony’s window. He draped his arms around my shoulders and kissed my neck. I melted as he unwound me once more.

“When you do that, I lose my mind,” I murmured.

“I know.” He chuckled. “Why do you think I do it?”

I moaned now as he ran one hand down to my breast.

“What do you want me to do?” Keir asked. “What would make you lose it? I want to drive you mad.”

“Throw me on the bed and take me,” I said. “Relentlessly. Like you’re dying to have me.”

Where did I learn these words? Was it Astrid’s ever-growing collection of dirty books? Was it the porn that I rarely consumed and only watched with the volume off ? Or did it just flow from me when I got aroused? Was that how it worked? I didn’t know. What I did know was that Keir threw me down on the bed like I asked, pinning me by the wrists. He hung over me, our faces only centimetres apart. I breathed heavily, already wanting more.

“Why should I give you what you want?” He asked.

“I’m being good,” I whimpered, playing along.

He pressed against me, his erection poking into me very obviously. I rubbed my pelvis against him. He pressed me harder into the mattress. It hurt slightly, but also felt so good to have him dominate me. I didn’t even know why I liked it. I just wanted him like this—to be cruel at a moment’s notice, and all because I allowed him to.

“You cannot just tease me like that, Ingrid.”

“Like what?” I asked, pressing my pelvis up and grinding against him again.

“I’m going to have to punish you. That’s the only way.”

He took both my wrists in his left hand, running his right down my body. I shivered as he pulled my dress up and moaned as he pulled my thong to the side and ran a finger over my clit.

“I’ve been so good, though,” I whimpered. “Why would you…”

His fingers slid inside me. My head rolled back involuntarily as he tickled my G-spot and moved his fingers in and out of me in a rhythm that guaranteed an orgasm.

“I shouldn’t let you cum,” Keir said, pulling back. “I should get off and torture you in the meantime. You don’t deserve to cum.”

“No, please, please,” I begged, pushing back against his grip on my wrists.

He pressed me back against the bed. “You will stay here and be good, or I will spank your arse until it’s blue.”

I bit my lip.

“Don’t even think about it, princess,” Keir said. “Stay right here. If you behave, I might let you cum.”

I stayed perfectly still until he came back, slowly rolling a condom over his dick. He climbed on the bed, pulling me closer towards him by the thighs and slipped inside me quicker than ever before. I gasped in surprise. He stared down, nervous for a moment.

“I’m good,” I said, breaking the spell of our game.

“Tell me if you’re not:” He kissed me sweetly—too sweetly—then switched into this role he inhabited. “You don’t get to cum unless I say, alright?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll be good.”

He continued fucking me, his body knocking into mine with every thrust. It was noisy—not just because of the bed creaking. The sound of skin on skin and my growing wetness made this audible clap that I worried might be off-putting.

“It’s… loud,” I moaned.

“I like loud. You’re so wet. You must have been thinking dirty thoughts all this time.”

“I don’t think dirty thoughts.”

“You’re lying.”

I was, of course.

Keir slowed, bending closer and gently rolling his cock into me. It was torturous in the best way.

“Do you want to cum, Ingrid? If so, tell me… when was the last time you touched yourself?”

“This morning.”

“This morning?” He looked surprised.

“In the shower. Before I came to meet you.”

“How was that? What did you do?”

“I used the shower head on the hardest setting to get off.”

“Dirty girl,” Keir chuckled. “And what were you thinking about?”

“You licking me off your fingers,” I answered. “How satisfied you looked. How I made you feel.”

Keir smiled again and pulled out. “Get on top of me. That reminds me, I didn’t get to have that last time, and I am dying to watch you from that angle.”

“What if I don’t want to?” I asked.

Keir rolled me over onto my stomach and smacked my arse harder than before. It smarted—but only a bit and in the best way. “You’ll get more of that, Ingrid.”

I pressed up on the bed, sitting back up. He lay there, cock hard and slick from my arousal. It was fabulous just watching him watch me, knowing I was the centre of his universe. I was drunk on power.

“Should I take the dress off?” I asked.

“No. Leave it on. I rather like the idea of fucking you with it on.”

I climbed astride him, pulling my knickers to the side, and lowered my body slowly onto the full girth of him. His cock slipped slowly inside me. I remembered Astrid saying that being on top was pure bliss and that she could do it all day. Now, I knew why. Grinding against him, he hit every one of the best spots simultaneously. Meanwhile, he got to watch my breasts bounce and my face turn as I lost control.

“You are so bad. You wanted this all along,” Keir said with a cheeky grin. “That’s very, very naughty, Ingrid.”

He spanked me again. I picked up speed, closer and closer to climax with each gyration. God, he was so good at getting me to the point of no return!

I moaned, throwing my head back.

“Don’t do it, Ingrid. If you?—”

“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” I screamed. “I’m…”

And I came. Feeling like I was headed to the moon, my climax took me to new heights. I braced, my hands on the fronts of his thighs, catching my breath.

“You are naughty,” Keir growled. “And undeserving of that orgasm.”

“I’m greedy,” I said. “And I want another.”

“No,” Keir said, grabbing me by the hips.

Now, he bobbed me up and down as if I were his plaything. What should have annoyed me only made me want more. I dug my nails into his chest and whimpered.

“Please, Keir, let me cum. I want to cum. Please, baby.”

“I’ll give you one freebie,” Keir said. “And that’s it.”

By that point, words left me. I skyrocketed back up. The warm, tingly sensation overtook me. Keir continued to bob me up and down until he reached his climax. Then, he clamped his hands on my hips to keep himself as deep inside me as he could be. Breathless, I watched him come back to me, a satisfied smile on my lips. He chuckled and shook his head. He may have gotten all of me briefly, but I had complete control now.