Hester couldn't believe Edmund was letting her play with him like that. It wasn't the first time she'd assumed the role of a dom for kicks, but she would have never, in a million years, thought that a man like him would have let her be in control.

He slowly slid her underwear down her thighs and off her shoes before parting her legs. Edmund looked up at her, and kissed her lips once, softly, before dipping his head lower, anchoring his knees on the floor and lifting her legs up in the air to have a good angle. His mouth wrapped around her clit and sucked at it, then his tongue teased it. He moved both of her legs into one of his hands to free his left one, and plunged a finger in her wet folds, curving it as his talented mouth kept kissing her sensitive spot.

Fuck, he was good at this. So very good. She flung her head back and clasped her hand on the sofa to regain her balance, completely forgetting the half-drunk flute of champagne.

Oh shit. Hopefully, the hotel wouldn't charge him a fortune to clean it. Normally, Hester would have apologized; and she would, too, eventually. Not right now, though. Instead, she glared.

"What did I say, Edmund?"

He moved his head from her clit, regretfully. "I wasn't to make you spill your drink. My bad. I suppose you're going to have to punish me."

Shit. "I suppose I will. Stand up."

He got to his feet, giving her the pleasure of another full view of his cock. Even now that it had softened some, it was still a thing of beauty, thick and long. Her insides clenched in anticipation.

Edmund had been modelled after Adonis: he had the perfect torso, defined muscles and a fine layer of hair she wanted to curl her fingers around.

"Turn around, Edmund."

She had a hard time preventing herself from giggling like a schoolgirl when he obeyed. He was equally magnificent from the back.

"I'm going to spank this delightful ass five times for disobeying me. You will count each blow out loud. Miss one, and I'll add one. Understood?"

"Yes, Hester."

Feeling quite foolish and extremely amused, she raised her hand and slapped the left bun. Her hand rebounded on the taut flesh. Shit, that was a nice ass. She ran her fingers on the reddening sensitive skin, caressing it.

"One."

She repeated the process on the other cheek, and again, until he got to five.

"There you go. You can serve me another flute, now."

"Oh, I don't think so." Edmund laughed, turning back to her. His cock was curving upward, completely hard again. "I think you've had your fun now. My turn."

Hester had absolutely nothing against that development. She grinned broadly, as he bent down to grab her by the arms and then under the knees. He threw her over one of his shoulders and carried her to his room like a heathen. Hester laughed as he threw her on his bed, and crawled up to her. She spread her legs. Edmund glanced at her wordless invitation and snorted.

"Yeah, right. You're planning on lying back and thinking of England? Oh, no, sweetheart. A bad girl like you ought to take it like a bitch."

He pulled her waist up and flipped her over until she was lying on her front. Edmund kissed her ass, and pulled her hips back so she was on her hands and knees, before biting it, and slapping it, making her yelp in surprise and look back at him.

"Can dish it out but can't take it?"

She rolled her eyes. "I was actually wondering if your heart was into it. I didn't feel a thing."

Fucking vixen. He drew his hand further back and spanked harder against her skin. This time, she breathed out, and her ass pushed back further against his hand.

"Not your crowd?" he repeated her previous statement. Her perfect ass belonged in the Tower.

She snorted. "Too rich for my blood."

Edmund didn't understand her point at all, but at the moment, he didn't much care about getting to the bottom of it. Not with that round ass wiggling in the air, begging for his cock. He reached out to the bedside table and opened the new box of condoms he'd had sent up for the occasion, ripping one open with his teeth and rolling it onto his rock-hard erection.

"Look at that slutty pussy pulsing, begging for my cock."

She pushed back until her legs were right against his, his cock above her ass. "Are you going to watch all day? Should I have brought a magazine with—"

She ended her sentence in a grunt as he plunged deep inside her heat, shutting her sassy mouth up for about a second. Then he withdrew from her pussy and plunged right back in. Her mouth opened again, letting out a moan.

In his thirty-five years on Earth, Edmund might have fucked a good fifty women at least, and it had been over ten years that he'd prided himself on doing it well. He knew when to go maddeningly slow, and when to increase his speed, pacing himself to inch them both closer to oblivion. Now, all that knowledge flew right out of his mind. She was so fucking tight and perfect and her moans and laughs demanded that he keep pounding her harder and harder, until his legs stiffened, protesting against the effort. His balls tightened impossibly; he knew without a doubt that if he hadn't come just half an hour ago, he would have lasted less than three minutes. The previous release allowed him just enough control to keep going until Hester's ] him. She cried out and fell on her stomach. Her release triggered his; he couldn't keep it in anymore. He came, and came, and came, falling right behind her; her pussy wouldn't stop milking him, clasping around him hard each time she breathed.

Ed had no clue how long they remained unmoving, panting. He wrapped his arms around her, rolled a little to her side, and fell asleep, only to be awoken later by his stomach.

He frowned, finding his bed empty. Following his nose to the living room, he found Hester setting up plates from room service on the coffee table. And cheesy chips.

He stayed back and looked at her until she noticed him standing there.

"Hey, handsome."

Yeah. He was used to it now.