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You had been married for almost a year, and were still getting used to the routines of the Danforth family. The week had been stressful. All Ursula wanted to do was come home and use you, and you loved it when she did. She started out on top, like always, riding your strap. Her brow was creased and her eyes were closed, head thrown back as you applied gentle pressure to her clit. She serenaded you with her melodic moans, whispering praises that sent shockwaves through your core.
You knew she was close when her movements became erratic, and you continued to knead her clit as she came. She leaned over and kissed you, pressing herself against your chest. You wrapped your arms around her, your hand tangling in her blonde hair as you massaged her scalp.
She looked at you, her eyelids heavy. She always took care of you, and now you wanted to return the favour. You carefully rolled out from under her, unhooking the harness and throwing it to the floor. You’d wash everything in the morning. Slipping into the bathroom, you grabbed a towel and wet it with warm water, wringing it out in the sink.
When you returned, Ursula was up and walking towards you. “I was coming back, my love.” You said, holding the towel up.
“You’re sweet,” she gave you a tired smile, “but I have to pee.” She took the towel from your hand and shut the bathroom door behind her, leaving you standing there, naked and alone in the middle of the room.
While she was away, you tidied everything up, even changing the bedding. The maids would do it in the morning, like they always did, but you wanted everything to be perfect.
The look on her face when she emerged from the bathroom was hilarious. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw almost dropped to the floor. “You know we have servants for this kind of thing, right?”
You beamed, obviously very proud of yourself as you gestured around. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“By cleaning? I’m not your mother.”
“No, but you always take care of me, and I want to do the same for you.”
“I can think of a million other ways you can take care of me.” She kissed your cheek, grabbing your hand. “For starters, you can join me in the shower.”
You took turns lathering each other up with soap, the expensive kind she always brought back from her business trips to France. Afterwards, the two of you cuddled up like otters, her leg draped over yours.
At breakfast, you noticed Titus’ eyes locked on you, as if studying your every move. “Why are you being such a weirdo this morning?” You asked, taking a sip of your tea.
“I didn’t realise how loud you were in bed.”
You almost choked, heat rising to your cheeks. Ursula had you face-down, ass-up before Dawn broke. The images of her thrusting into you from behind while you pathetically gazed at your reflection filled your mind. You almost felt mortified by the mess you left, knowing the maids would talk.
You clenched around nothing, the feeling still lingering in the depths of your body. You cleared your throat, glancing at Ursula. She looked completely unbothered.
“You’re just jealous because you’re not getting any, baby brother.” Ursula smirked, winking at you.
The rest of the day went normally, business meetings and such. At least, you thought it went normally, until Ursula approached you in the library. She sat next to you on the antique couch, her hand gripping your knee. “We need to talk about producing an heir.”
You’d been dreading this conversation since the marriage, but you knew how important it was to the family, to Ursula. “What’s the plan?”
“The child must be a Danforth by blood,” she began, “either my eggs with a donor or your eggs with Titus’ sperm.”
“I want to use my eggs.” You blurted out, having thought about it for months. “Although, I know you’d rather not have Titus involved.”
“There is a third option…”