Words of Worship

Day 2: Praise Kink – "Words of Worship"

The quiet of the Bridgerton household at night always seemed to hold a certain charm, but tonight, as Cressida knelt before Eloise in the privacy of her bedroom, the air was thick with something far more potent. Eloise stood over her, the flickering light of the candle casting deep shadows across her face, giving her an almost regal presence.

Cressida's head was bowed slightly, her lips parted as her breath came in soft, anticipatory gasps. She wore nothing but a thin shift, the delicate fabric clinging to her skin, accentuating every curve. Her eyes flickered upward toward Eloise, searching for some sign of what was to come next, though she had learned by now to wait patiently for Eloise's command.

"Look at you," Eloise murmured, her voice low, laced with admiration as she slowly circled Cressida, her hand trailing lightly over her lover's bare shoulder. "So beautiful, so obedient. Do you know how perfect you are like this?"

Cressida's breath caught in her throat, her heart fluttering at the words. Eloise's voice was steady, sure, filled with the same confidence she exuded in all things—but now there was a tenderness there, a warmth that made Cressida's skin tingle with anticipation.

"I don't deserve such words," Cressida whispered, her voice small, almost bashful.

Eloise's fingers gently tilted her chin upward, forcing Cressida to meet her gaze. "Oh, but you do," she said, her tone firm but filled with affection. "You deserve every word of praise I give you, Cressida. And tonight, I'm going to make sure you understand just how much."

Cressida swallowed hard, her heart racing as Eloise leaned down, her breath warm against her ear. "Tell me, my love," Eloise whispered, "do you like hearing how perfect you are? How much you please me?"

"Yes," Cressida breathed, her body trembling at the closeness of Eloise's lips, the weight of her gaze.

Eloise's hand lingered, her fingers gently caressing Cressida's cheek. There was a tenderness in her touch, though the fire in her eyes remained steady. "Your parents," Eloise murmured, her voice soft but edged with disdain, "they do not see you, not truly. They are so terribly blind to your worth, so quick to scold and criticize, as if you are not the remarkable woman standing before me."

Cressida's lips parted, but no words came. Eloise's words stirred something deep within her, a mixture of relief and pain. For so long, she had endured the biting remarks, the constant expectations from her family—each word a reminder of how little she seemed to meet their lofty standards.

"You have been made to believe that you are insufficient," Eloise continued, her voice laced with conviction, "as if their coldness defines you, as if the cruelty of those who should love you most can dictate your worth."

Cressida's breath hitched at Eloise's words, her gaze lowering, as though the weight of her own insecurities threatened to overwhelm her.

"No, look at me," Eloise commanded gently, lifting Cressida's chin with a firm but tender hand. Their eyes met once more, and in that gaze, Eloise's intensity softened into something deeper—something that held both adoration and fierce protectiveness. "You are extraordinary, Cressida. Far too extraordinary to be treated as you have been."

Cressida felt a warmth bloom in her chest, one that contrasted sharply with the cold indifference she had grown accustomed to from her parents and the world around her. It was as though Eloise's words were unlocking something, a truth she had long buried under years of scorn and expectation.

"The men of the ton," Eloise continued, her voice tightening with barely concealed contempt, "they are all fools, incapable of recognizing the treasure before them. They seek only a quiet wife, a trophy to parade about, and they overlook your brilliance, your fire, your beauty."

Cressida's heart swelled at the praise, her body responding to every syllable that fell from Eloise's lips. There was something intoxicating in the way Eloise spoke of her, as if she alone could see the depths of her soul, the parts that others had dismissed or ignored.

"They do not deserve you," Eloise whispered, her fingers brushing lightly down Cressida's neck, causing her to shiver beneath the touch. "None of them are worthy of what you have to offer."

The words were a balm to wounds Cressida had hidden for so long. She had spent years trying to mold herself into the perfect lady, to meet the demands of her parents, to catch the eye of a suitor who might elevate her status. And yet, in this moment, kneeling before Eloise, all those pretenses melted away. She was seen, she was valued, and she was adored.

"You deserve more than their empty words and hollow promises," Eloise said, her tone softening as her thumb traced the curve of Cressida's jaw. "You deserve to be cherished, to be worshiped."

Cressida's breath caught at the words, her eyes widening with both anticipation and disbelief. Eloise's gaze was steady, filled with unwavering confidence, and Cressida could feel her heart pounding in her chest as Eloise gently tugged her to stand.

"Remove your shift," Eloise commanded softly, though her words held no less authority for their gentleness.

Cressida stood, her hands trembling as she reached for the thin fabric of her nightgown. The warmth of Eloise's eyes made her feel both vulnerable and deeply desired. Slowly, the shift fell from her shoulders, the cool air of the room brushing over her bare skin as the garment pooled at her feet. She stood there, completely exposed before Eloise, her breath shallow and uneven.

Eloise's eyes roamed over Cressida's body, taking in every curve, every soft line. Her expression was one of reverence, as though Cressida were a masterpiece of art that deserved to be admired in full.

"You are exquisite," Eloise whispered, stepping closer, her fingers trailing lightly over Cressida's bare skin, sending shivers through her. "Do you know how perfect you are, Cressida? Every inch of you."

Cressida's breath hitched, her heart fluttering at the praise. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Eloise's hands slid to the ties of her own nightgown. With practiced ease, Eloise loosened the fabric, allowing it to slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, leaving her as bare as Cressida.

For a moment, they stood there in the quiet of the room, the moonlight casting soft shadows over their skin. Then, with deliberate slowness, Eloise stepped forward, her hands cupping Cressida's face as she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

"I'm going to worship you," Eloise murmured against her mouth, her voice filled with promise. "Every part of you."

Cressida shivered, her body trembling under the weight of Eloise's words. There was something so powerful in the way Eloise spoke, as though every word was a vow, a sacred promise to show Cressida just how much she was adored.

Eloise's lips began a slow, deliberate journey down Cressida's neck, her kisses soft but filled with purpose. Her hands followed the path of her mouth, sliding down Cressida's sides, tracing the delicate curves of her waist, her hips. Cressida gasped softly, her fingers instinctively reaching for Eloise's shoulders to steady herself as Eloise's mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

When Eloise reached Cressida's chest, she paused, her eyes flicking up to meet Cressida's gaze. There was a question there, unspoken but clear, and Cressida nodded, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she silently gave Eloise her permission.

With a slow, reverent movement, Eloise leaned down, her lips pressing a soft kiss to the swell of Cressida's breast. Cressida's body responded instantly, a soft moan escaping her lips as Eloise's mouth moved with deliberate care, her tongue tracing the sensitive skin, teasing the peak until it hardened beneath her touch.

"Perfect," Eloise murmured, her voice a mixture of adoration and praise as she kissed and licked, her mouth working with a patience that made Cressida tremble. "You're so beautiful, Cressida. So perfect for me."

Cressida's head fell back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Eloise continued her worship, her lips and tongue lavishing attention on Cressida's breasts, making love to her body with a slow, sensual intensity that left Cressida quivering with need.

Eloise's hands cupped Cressida's breasts, her fingers brushing lightly over her sensitive skin as her mouth worked its magic. Every movement was deliberate, every touch filled with purpose, as though Eloise were committing each moment to memory, savoring the feel of Cressida beneath her.

"You taste divine," Eloise whispered, her lips brushing against Cressida's skin as she moved from one breast to the other, her tongue flicking lightly over the hardened peak before closing her mouth around it, drawing a soft, breathless moan from Cressida's lips.

Cressida's hands tightened in Eloise's hair, her body trembling as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Every touch, every kiss sent sparks of electricity through her, and she could feel herself growing wetter, her desire building with each passing second.

"You deserve this," Eloise whispered against her skin, her hands sliding down Cressida's body, grazing her hips before moving lower. "You deserve to be worshipped like this."

Cressida's breath hitched as Eloise's lips began their descent once more, kissing their way down her stomach, each movement slow and deliberate. By the time Eloise knelt before her, Cressida's body was trembling uncontrollably, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she anticipated what was to come.

"Spread your legs for me," Eloise commanded softly, her voice filled with a quiet authority that sent a shiver through Cressida.

Cressida obeyed, her heart racing as she widened her stance, giving Eloise full access to the most intimate part of her. She could feel the heat radiating from her core, the wetness pooling between her thighs, and the weight of Eloise's gaze made her pulse quicken.

Eloise's hands slid up Cressida's thighs, her touch gentle but firm as she positioned her exactly as she wanted her. Then, with a soft, reverent sigh, Eloise leaned in, her lips pressing a kiss to the inside of Cressida's thigh, just inches from where she ached most.

"You are magnificent," Eloise whispered, her breath hot against Cressida's skin. "Every part of you is perfect, my love."

Cressida moaned softly, her hands gripping the edge of the bed for support as Eloise's lips moved closer, her mouth hovering just above her throbbing clit. The anticipation was maddening, the heat between them building to an almost unbearable level as Cressida waited, her body trembling with need.

And then, with a soft, teasing flick of her tongue, Eloise finally gave Cressida what she had been craving.

Cressida's head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips as Eloise's tongue moved over her clit, slow and deliberate at first, teasing her, building her up but never quite giving her everything at once.

"You're so beautiful," Eloise murmured between kisses, her voice filled with adoration as her tongue circled Cressida's clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. "So perfect for me."

Cressida's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably as Eloise's tongue worked its magic, teasing and stroking her with a skill that left Cressida breathless. Every movement was calculated, designed to bring her closer and closer to the edge, but never letting her fall too soon.

"I love the way you taste," Eloise whispered, her tongue flicking lightly against Cressida's clit, sending a shudder through her body. "So sweet. So perfect."

Cressida's hands gripped the bed tightly, her body arching as Eloise's tongue pressed harder, quickening its pace, the intensity building with every moment. She could feel the pleasure rising inside her, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you?" Eloise whispered, her voice low and commanding as she pressed her mouth against Cressida's clit, sucking gently. "Tell me, my love. Tell me how much you want to come for me."

"Yes," Cressida gasped, her voice trembling as her body tensed, the pleasure reaching its peak. "Please… Eloise… I need—"

Eloise's tongue flicked faster, her mouth working Cressida's clit with relentless precision, and Cressida felt the wave of pleasure crash over her, her body shuddering violently as she came, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Eloise worked her through her release.

"Good girl," Eloise whispered against her skin, her tongue still teasing Cressida's sensitive clit, drawing out every last bit of her pleasure. "You're perfect, my love. So perfect."

Cressida's body trembled uncontrollably, her breath coming in short bursts as she clung to the bed, her mind spinning from the intensity of her release. Eloise kissed her way back up her body, her lips soft and tender, as she finally pulled Cressida into her arms, holding her close.

"You are everything to me," Eloise whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Cressida's lips. "And I will always worship you as you deserve."