Yes, my lord
deleted scene from debauching ally
Yes, my lord
Logan cleared off his home office desk. He set everything in a laundry hamper he borrowed from his cleaning lady — he learned laundry was not his thing early in his bachelorhood.
Ally came down when the desk scraping the floor shook the house. Her stuff had arrived earlier in the day and she had to deal with putting her stuff in his basement, along with deciding what not to store downstairs. Mainly moving clothes to his room, which had her on edge.
More on edge, she’d been tense since their first night and he wasn’t sure why, other than moving into his bedroom until she found a place. The first day she’d been too tired, the second day she visited her new office and finished filling out her paperwork, and today was the third day. Friday, and he took the day off to help her unload her stuff.
The way she looked at her desk when the moving men put it in his basement pulled at his heart. Her deep frown wasn’t just that her movers had called him her dad a few minutes before, no, it was the desk itself, as if she couldn’t handle seeing her desk shoved in a corner. He decided they’d move it into his office, only if he told her of the plan, she’d balk. Unpacking her clothes was easy enough to undo when she found a place but putting furniture in his house would feel like she was committing to stay here. He hoped she would at some point but she wasn’t ready to give up that feeling of independence or her insistence this was only a fling.
He shoved his desk away from the middle of the room, towards the back wall. Ally stuck her head in the doorway. “What are you doing?”
“I am moving my desk.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I can see that. Why?”
He stood before her and took her hands. “It’s only temporary, you aren’t staying long, but I wanted your desk in here so you had a space to work.”
“Logan, I can’t intrude on your space.”
“You aren’t intruding, so there. That last Saturday when you were here and we both worked in here, that was the nicest afternoon I’ve had since Sarah moved out. I’m not only in this so we can orgasm.”
“You’re not?” She tipped her head to the side, as if studying an unseen phenomenon.
He kissed her hands. “I like you, Ally. I want to spend time with you. But I’m a workaholic and I realized you are too, so I compromised so we could work and be together.”
She giggled and ducked her head, under the guise of checking her shoes. “You can’t rearrange your entire office for me so I can sit here with you for the next two weeks.”
“I can do whatever I want. It’s my damn house. If I want to rearrange everything for you, I’ll do it. Furniture can be moved back.”
She drew back a little. “Okay.”
He realized he might have overdone it on the fierce possessiveness in his desire to keep her close. “Sorry, you underestimate how much I like you. I didn’t mean to go all alpha on you. That isn’t me.”
“No, you don’t need to yell, you are alpha already. Assertive and confident, but in a calm, unimposing way. You just lead by being you.”
Damn, that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said. He put his hand under her chin and tipped her head up. “That was very kind of you to say. You understand me.”
“Anyone who knows you knows that.”
He shook his head. “No, not everyone. Just you. And I understand some of you. Like your desire to work despite being home. Please say you’ll work here with me. I’ll feel less lonely.”
The other thing he learned in their nightly chats, and daily flurry of text messages, was Ally was lonely. But if he tried to get her to admit it, she’d run with fear, so he made a plan to get to know her better. She had some friends from work, but since she was leaving work, she couldn’t talk to them anymore. Other than Sarah, she didn’t talk to many people. Neither did he, his friends abandoned him one by one after Daisy left and he threw himself into his work.
Now it was habit and loneliness that kept him working until he was exhausted. Ally changed everything, he didn’t want to work late, he wanted to take her to their bedroom and hold her, kiss her, make love to her, whisper erotic fantasies in her ear. Since she arrived back here, they had just been making love. No fantasies, minimal teasing, slow and sweet and deeply pleasurable.
He spun her in his arms and pulled her tightly against him. His hand covered her throat, a light threat of dominance. “Miss, as Lord of this castle no one says no to me.”
“Lord of the castle?”
“Mmm hmm. And you just the maid that cleans my bedchamber.” His hands gave her breasts a bruising grope, without his usual seductive finesse.
“I see. I’m an innocent still, keeping pure for marriage. You’ll ruin me Sir.” Her ass ground into his pelvis.
“The way you’re moving against me, I’d say you know how the game works, Miss. Are you truly untouched?”
“Yes. My body has a mind of its own.”
He pulled her shirt up and teased her bare nipples. “Do you ever wear a bra?”
“When I work, sometimes.”
He couldn’t complain about the free access it gave him. Last night while they watched a TV show she never missed, she laid across him and he played with her body while she enjoyed her show. A full hour of foreplay before their nighttime worship of each other.
“There’s a way to have what I want and keep your innocence intact. On your hands and knees.”
“Yes Sir.” He pushed her to the ground then opened his jeans and dropped them to the floor with his briefs. His dick was already hard, ready to thrust into her. “W-what do I do?” she asked with fluttering eyelashes.
Jesus, she was fucking perfect, indulging in his silly fantasies. He took her hand and wrapped it around his length and stroked him. “Like this but with your mouth.”
She replaced her soft hand with her lips. She was still an amateur at sucking dick, but she took his direction well. He curled his hand into her hair at the back of her neck and move with her head. “Slow down and take your time,” he instructed.
Her eyes lifted to his as she obeyed. Her lack of refinement was made up for in enthusiasm to please him. He loved that about her; he loved everything about her. Shit he loved her.
His eyes widened and she moved faster, assuming he was getting closer. He didn’t want to come without her, so he pulled her off. “Looks like I will ruin your innocence.” He pulled her to her feet and facing the desk. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make it good for you. You’ll enjoy every minute, and after this you’ll no longer clean my bedchamber.”
“What about your wife?”
“She’d cold and now that we’ve had our children she doesn’t want to touch me. As a good lady shouldn’t. I need a willing woman to warm my bed.”
He kicked his pants off his feet as she pulled hers down. She held onto him as she pulled them off her feet, as eager as he was.
“I want you to buy me new gowns,” she said.
He bent her on the desk and probed between her legs. “You don’t need gowns to wait in my bed for me.”
“I can’t spend all my time in your bed. A small amount of exercise and sunshine are important to one’s constitution. I also require an allowance to send to my mother. She’s not well you know.”
“Fine, whatever. New dresses to go with the new underwear I’ll buy you. And an allowance for your ailing mother. Do you agree to my terms?” The head of his dick probed her entrance, teasing her.
“Yes, I’ll move my desk in here,” she groaned.
He thrust into her, loving how willing she was, loving how she enjoyed this as much as he did. Loving… her. God. This was more than sex. It had always been more than sex. The physical relationship was a bonus, but damn, he loved her.
He held her hips, moving in her, her body gripping him, meeting his thrusts. “Ally, fuck.” He wanted to say something meaningful, something to let her know she was special, but her moans bounced off the walls. She didn’t just shiver or shake with her orgasm, it was a full body quake that shook him, his house, his world.
And her pleasure sent him into overdrive chasing gratification to match hers. It was Ally who brought it to him. “I’m ruined, now Sir. You ruined my innocence.” There was a hitch of dramatic distress in her voice, as if she was a young maid with her skirts around her waist, ruined by her lord and master.
It was her acting that pushed him over. Not the story they weaved or the thought of her innocence, but Ally wanting to please him. He wished he could kiss her as he exploded inside her. He stopped, buried as deep as he could inside of her while the bliss coursed through his veins. His fists clenched, as he struggled to keep control, keep himself standing up right, keeping him from pulling her into a heated kiss, keeping him from demanding she never leave him.
The weekend was supposed to be a fling but he couldn’t let go, and he first thought it was the mind-blowing sex. But he loved her. The sexiest, most angelic being to grace his life.
If you didn’t get off read it again and try harder.
This story was a deleted scene from Debauching Ally