The Crown's Obsession (WN)

Calhoun's hand reached for his trousers, to unbuckle it and he said, "Sit on your knees, Maddie. In the position that you are comfortable in." He didn't want to intimidate her and scare her off. The trick was to take it slow and make her comfortable. While Madeline was taking her seat on the ground by kneeling before sitting on her heels, Calhoun had pulled out his member, and in time she saw it.

Madeline watched Calhoun move towards the edge of the couch while parting his legs to make space for her. Her eyes turned wide by the sight of Calhoun's manhood, and her face turned beet red.

"Hold it, sweet," Calhoun's words were gentle, not trying to daunt her.

Like a curious cat, Madeline, who had offered to please him too, moved to settle between his legs. Her hands cautiously lifted before they went to hold his hard member, which was warm, and she heard Calhoun hum in approval. Having never seen anything like this before, she noticed the veins on them, and she could feel it pulse in her hand.

Calhoun placed his hand on top of her hand, holding it to guide her, "Move it like this, not too hard." His hand moved her hand up and down. Calhoun's unfiltered words were enough to turn Madeline to a puddle, but she was thankful that he was leading her on what to do, instead of her going in circles.

Madeline followed Calhoun's hand movements, moving her hand up and down to hear another hum of approval from him. She had heard some things about this from some married girls in the village, who sometimes liked to gossip which reached her ears through her sister Beth, but she had never seen one.

"Now slowly brush your thumb over the tip," hearing Calhoun's words, Madeline did just as he asked to hear his quick intake of breath. When she looked up from where she sat, she noticed how his gaze had lowered to look at her. Running her thumb again, she received the same reaction, and it urged her to continue doing what she was doing.

It was like Calhoun had lowered his guard. To think that she could elicit a reaction like that where he hissed when she moved her hands faster, she never knew she had some power over him.

When the movement of Madeline's hand quickened, picking up pace where Calhoun had let go of her hand, she peered up from her lashes to see him leaning back, with his hooded eyes fixed on her. The expression his handsome face held right now was of pure bliss and mixture of lust that started to cloud his eyes, which he didn't enact upon and let Madeline do it. Just when her hand moved faster, Calhoun's hand caught hold of her wrist.

"Am I doing it wrong?" asked Madeline worried because she thought she had been doing it properly as she had heard him hiss under his breath.

"You are doing more than wonderful," he praised her, and by his praise, Madeline's eyes that had lowered turned bright which she didn't realise, but Calhoun took note of it. "Let's take one step forward," he instructed before saying, "Wrap your mouth around it."

It took Madeline a second before what he said sunk in her mind, and she blushed. Calhoun let go of her hand again, his hands moving back to place it on either side of the top of the couch near his back. She shyly moved towards him before bending down to take him into her mouth as much as she could and she heard him gasp.

"Move your head just like you did with your hand and slowly lick and suck it."

She did as he asked, going little by little and when she peered up at him again, Calhoun had thrown his head back at the feeling of her mouth wrapped around his manhood.

Though Madeline didn't know what to do, she was doing more than good so far upon Calhoun's words. Calhoun had been given a head many times but this here with Madeline between his legs, it turned him on like never before. Her sweet mouth had wrapped itself around his manhood, bobbing her head and sucking every once in a while to have him hiss as he could feel the heat of arousal rise in his very own body.

Hearing Calhoun hiss and with his head thrown back when she increased the pace, it only encouraged her to do it more.

When Calhoun was close to relieving himself, he said in gritted teeth, "Move away, Maddie," he placed his hand on the side of her head to have her move away from his manhood and soon he released his sexual tension. Madeline saw Calhoun's head that had thrown back as he continued to come, his body slowly turning lax. When he sat up straight, he looked at her with hooded eyes as if the passion had not dissolved but had only fueled further.

Calhoun stretched his hand forward for her to take and Madeline bit her lip.

Placing her hand in his, she felt him tug her to stand, and she almost crashed against him. He had moved back to give her space, and when he craned his neck up, Madeline leaned down to meet his lips. With the time they had spent together here, in the parlour room, she felt somewhere she had gotten closer to him. And it wasn't just because of what they did in here, but because both she and Calhoun had let their guard down.

Calhoun ordered the servant to bring Madeline her clothes while he cleaned himself. Helping her to dress with his own hands when the dress arrived. Madeline felt her cheeks continue to burn even after the passion they shared on the couch. Awkwardly she walked towards the door with him like a duck and Calhoun couldn't stop the smile on seeing her, on how adorable she was.

When they stepped out of the room, Madeline was greeted with the bright light. She could still feel her body humming in the clouds of pleasure, and she cleared her throat when they stopped outside to look at each other.

"I-I will be going then," said Madeline with her cheeks still red.

When Calhoun hummed, Madeline believed it to be his approval, and she turned, ready to bolt from there only to hear him say,

"Aren't you forgetting something?"