Mistress

𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹 |𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

Drucilla

"Why do you call me your Queen?" I asked curiosity filling my mind as I leaned against Ender's perfect body in my bathtub which was currently overflowing with bubbles.

"Because one day, you will be the Queen of this Kingdom." Ender responded confidently as my eyes met with his and I smiled, kissing him softly.

"I'm not sure you'd enjoy that." I responded as he buried his head in the crook of my neck, a small sigh escaping his perfect lips.

"I want everything in my life to intertwine with yours Drucilla, I'd love it." I blushed a deep red, my stomach twisting with butterflies as his arm found its way around my waist in a peaceful bliss.

Until I ruined it, that is.

"How will I move in?" I asked, clearing my throat as if we weren't squished together in my bathtub smiling like imbeciles.

"I'll introduce you as a maid, a part of the program to help get things cleaned up around the Kingdom." He said with a deep rooted confidence.

"Is that why I'm moving in, My King."

"Of course not, I want you to live with me. I want you to be this Kingdoms Queen, but I can't have Viva losing her fucking head over it."I groaned at the mention of the current queens name. She seemed irritating and needy based on the stories Ender had told me.

Once the woman had gotten onto her knees (without sexual intent) and begged him to love her. I understand the frustration of it all, I truly do but she's doing too much. She's obsessed with a man who has made it obvious he doesn't want her. I know I don't understand the ways in which that hurt with my given position, but I could never beg a man to give me something as simple as love. Love is free, so is passion and occasionally lust. By that I mean only with Ender.

"When?" I asked, breaking our brief silence.

"Whenever you say the word." The golden man responded before his lips found my neck and started to pepper gentle distracting kisses upon my skin.

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Today is the day I move. It's been two weeks since the day Ender asked me to move in with him, he wanted me to move in much sooner but I had business to tend to. From Mr. Jals endless crying to the bouncer craving one last fuck and all the people inbetween.

Asides from my clients, both anonymous and my father had continued to send me letters. I had still forgotten to tell Ender about Annoyumus, but they were starting to creep me the fuck out. Knowing exactly where I had been at any time for any reason, knowing every detail about the mail I had received. I was surprised that they hadn't mentioned Ender. But then again, he was careful and with how often the newspaper fucked up his portrait I doubt anybody who had seen him in his limited apperance as King. Anonymous must've assumed he was a normal paying customer.

I hope.

Regardless, I'm moving into a fancy ass castle. I'm sure the letters will stop once I get there.

"Are you ready?" Ender asked, leaning against my closed door happily.

"I guess." I threw the only bag Ender allowed me to hold over my shoulder, my corset holding me in tight as my skirt sat perfectly.

"I love this shade of red on you, Drucilla." He reminded me, kissing my temple as I let out a sigh of satisfaction.

I couldn't help but to smirk and pull him down by the collar of his royal shirt and kiss him behind the privacy of my home as he grunted, resting my bags on the floor and wrapping an arm around my waist to deepen the kiss.

"God, I want you so fucking bad."He reminded me, aganaist my lips as he panted desperate happy pants.

"You can have me tonight, yes?" I said still drowsy on the feeling of his touch.

"Yes, and every night after that." I felt my cunt throb before pecking his lips one last time and swinging my door open. Being greeted with a huge white and gold encrusted carriage. White royal horses and a conductor in the front, our seating towards the back as well as guards surrounding the carriage. My jaw must have been on the floor as I took it in.

"It's just to ensure safe travels, my dearest." I nodded, the people working for the Royal Palace all sat perfectly, not taking their eyes off of the direction of the palace, the Royal Guard looking everywhere and nowhere all at once. It was an attempt to intimidate people, all and any, people.

Ender opened the door for me, assisting me to get in as he settled in all seven of my bags before pulling himself into the carriage and signaling that we were ready as the carriage began to move. For the most part, Ender had told the truth about how we met and why I had been chosen to move into the castle. He just left out all of the things that made us, us.

I looked over at him as we rode through the bumpy-rock ridden paths of his Kingdom. The early shine of the sun I had grown used to casting on him and bathing us in all of its glory. I couldn't help but to inch my hand closer to his, our fingers touching as I let out a happy sigh.

"Content?" He asked me, wrapping his hand with my own and bringing it to his lips in a light kiss as a blush flashed over my face.

"Ender! You can't do stuff like that!" I laughed, gently slapping his arm, not moving my hand still. He groaned, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. "They're not watching us, my dearest."

This man was my only weakness. I gave into his touch, smiling and wrapping my arms around the big muscular man.

"Thank you.."

"For what?" Ender asked me, confused.

"For being you and getting me out." I kissed his jaw, being met with his growing stubble as he looked down at me with all the admiration one could muster.

"You got me out of my head, into good graces with my people, out of the castle, my dearest. I should be thanking you."My heart twisted into a mess of an organ, my blood pumping ten times faster as my eyes locked with his. My hand traveled up to his cheek and gently caressed it. Time slowed to a stop, his eyes dipping to my lips with need before he looked back up at me and he leaned into the kiss.

Our lips locked, in a desperate, needy, longing kiss. It was our normal lustful wanting, it was something more, something deeper, something more raw. Raw enough for our tongues to tangle, his grip of my waist tightening, my hand moving down to his jaw as we painted at the departure.

"Fuck." We both laughed out, as he pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear as we smiled at each other.

How can something so wrong feel so right?