That Saturday, the time passed at a snail's pace. Ed found himself wishing he'd invited Hester for breakfast rather than dinner. He ended up shutting himself in the study of his suite and working; the hours generally flew by when he was immersed in a planting project. Not today. Dammit. He found himself checking his clock a dozen times. 

Finally, at six, he called the front desk to advise them to send Hester up to him when she arrived. He also asked them to deliver some champagne at six-thirty, before heading to the shower. 

The knock on his door came sooner than he'd expected it, interrupting his shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. Instead of a hotel worker, he was standing in front of a vision. Hell yes. Now he realized just why he hadn't felt a pull toward the brunette in the tight dress the previous night. Hester was in casual clothing, wearing a dark pair of jeans that made her legs look endless and a red top under an open leather jacket. Her blonde hair, instead of being tightly tied at the back of her head, fell in messy curls all around her face. The brunette didn't compare. This woman was everything. 

Hester's gaze started at his eyes and dipped to his torso, then his towel, before going back up, slowly. She stepped into his suite. 

"You're early."

"And so very glad I am." Her gaze roamed over him, hungry. "All right," she said as she passed by his side. "Consider me convinced." 

Edmund closed the door.

"Convinced?" he repeated, still somewhat dazed by her appearance. She was beyond hot today.

"To stay for more than cheesy chips," she elaborated, stepping closer to him, and pressing her lips to his torso without raising her head; they landed right on his collarbone, sending waves of electricity through his skin.

Holy shit. His dick made a tent in the towel, poking her right between the thighs. "Why, hello there."

"Fuck, Hester."

"Please do."

She hooked her index finger into his towel and pulled, without looking away from his eyes.

Edmund vaguely wondered if anyone had ever taken control like that, but the next moment, she got to her tiptoes and planted her lips on his. Then he couldn't think of anything at all, except kissing her again, and again, and again, while his hands touched everything they could reach, pulling clothes off her. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, not letting go.

He only came up for air when the doorbell rang again.

Hester chuckled. "Will they go away if we ignore them?" 

"Probably not. That'd be the champagne."

She pouted adorably as he retrieved his towel from the floor and grabbed a twenty from his wallet on the table beside the door, before opening it. 

"Thank you, here's your tip. Bye." 

Bucket of ice in hand, he closed the door as fast as he could, and turned back to find that Hester had finally left the entryway, walking into the suite. She was sitting on the sofa, having shed all of her clothes except for her lingerie. Black lace. Edmund hoped he wasn't drooling.

"You're so fucking sexy," he told her, in the unlikely event that she wasn't aware of that.

"Why, thank you. Now if you wouldn't mind undoing that silly piece of cloth? I'd like to resume my ogling."

He obliged with a laugh, felling quite good at the way she followed him with her eyes. Edmund took his time finding flutes, opening the bottle, and pouring them champagne.

He went to her and handed her a flute. Hester took it in her left hand and crooked her finger to beckon him forward with her right. He took one step, then another one, slowly, to give her a chance to say if he'd misunderstood her. But now he was standing right in front of her on the sofa, his cock at the level of her face. She downed the entire contents of her glass before setting it on an occasional table, slid to the edge of the sofa, and circled his waist with her hands, palming his butt, before wrapping her delightful mouth around his cock, and sucking, hard.

Ed groaned, all the blood in his brain traveling downward. His cock twitched in her wet hole. Her head went back, she released his length, and her tongue dipped out to tease his tip. She licked the bottom, removing her left hand from his butt cheek to seize his dick, and pumped it up and down as her mouth explored him. In good time, she wrapped him in her mouth again and sucked, and blew, slowly, in rhythm with her hand. His balls tightened, he sucked in air between his teeth, unable to say or think a coherent word.

"I'm..." Shit. "I'm gonna..."

Her pace increased and she sucked harder, faster, her mouth becoming wetter and impossibly hotter. He came with a low guttural growl he didn't think he'd ever heard.

Holy shit. How had that happened so fucking fast?

His blurry vision slowly focused again. Edmund remembered how the speaking thing was supposed to work. "You're dangerous, Hester."

She laughed, raising her flute. "Where's that bottle? Your balls aren't the only thing that's empty." 

He obeyed. Ed was pretty certain he would have obeyed just about any command from her right then. She owned his ass, and she knew it.

He wasn't used to that. Every time he'd had sex in the past, he'd been on top, in control. With her, he'd have to dance to her song. He found that he didn't mind that. At all.

"Yes, mistress. Right away, mistress." 

She grinned. Bull's eye. He'd been right. She loved to play the top.

 "Given your taste, I find it...curious that you seem so averse to the Tower."

Hester shrugged. "I don't mind what they do. It's just not my crowd, is all." 

Interesting. Instead of asking how so, he returned with the champagne and got to his knees in front of her, before filling her flute. 

She'd kept her shoes on; open-toed heels most women couldn't have walked in. Smiling, he lifted one, and kissed the tip of her toe, then her ankle, calf, the inside of her knees. 

"May I spread your legs, Hester? May I fuck your pussy with my mouth until you cum on my tongue?" 

She took a sip of champagne, feigning thoughtfulness, before saying, "You may. Just don't make me spill my drink. It's a delightful bottle." 

She winked and smiled, and he chuckled. Oh yes, he very much liked this game. Edmund wondered what she'd do if he did, in fact, make her spill. He couldn't wait to find out.