Kinktober: Eloise/Cressida One-Shots

Day 1: Light Topping (aka Eloise in Charge) – "Bound by Command"

The quiet of the Bridgerton household at night was a far cry from the bustling energy it held during the day. Moonlight filtered through the tall windows of Eloise's room, casting soft silver streaks across the plush rug and intricately carved furniture. The stillness was comforting, a sanctuary within the otherwise chaotic world of balls, courtship, and the endless expectations placed upon women of their standing.

But tonight, that world was far from their minds.

Eloise sat at the edge of her large, four-poster bed, the deep blue of her nightgown a stark contrast to the pale glow of the moon outside. She glanced over at Cressida, who stood near the window, bathed in the moonlight. The soft fabric of her chemise clung to her form, the thin material highlighting the gentle curves that Eloise knew so well. They had shared many nights together under the guise of a friendly sleepover, but tonight felt different. Tonight, Eloise wanted more than just the comfort of their companionship. She wanted control.

"Come here, Cressida," Eloise commanded softly, her voice steady, though a thread of anticipation hummed beneath her calm exterior.

Cressida turned, her eyes meeting Eloise's, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. It was not that she feared Eloise—she had long since placed her trust in her—but there was something in Eloise's tone tonight that hinted at something new, something that might push the boundaries of their relationship.

But she obeyed, her bare feet moving silently across the room as she approached the bed. When she stood before Eloise, the gentle flicker of candlelight illuminating her face, she gave a small smile. "You seem different tonight," Cressida murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eloise reached out, taking Cressida's hand and pulling her closer until she stood between Eloise's legs, their faces mere inches apart. "I am," Eloise replied, her eyes never leaving Cressida's. "Tonight, I want you to do exactly as I say. No questions. No hesitation. Do you understand?"

Cressida's heart quickened, and her breath caught in her throat. She had seen flashes of this side of Eloise before—strong-willed, independent, unwilling to be dictated by the rules of society—but never had Eloise directed that force toward her in such a deliberate way. The prospect of surrendering herself entirely, of placing her trust in Eloise's hands, sent a thrill through her.

"I understand," she whispered, her voice laced with both excitement and trepidation.

Eloise smiled, pleased with the answer, and she stood, her body brushing lightly against Cressida's as she moved. She circled Cressida slowly, her eyes tracing the delicate lines of her figure, the gentle curve of her neck, the softness of her skin. "Good," Eloise murmured. "Then remove your chemise."

Cressida hesitated only for a second, her eyes widening just slightly at the command, but she obeyed. With deliberate movements, she reached for the ties at her shoulders, undoing them with trembling fingers. The chemise slipped down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her bare before Eloise.

Eloise stood behind her now, her eyes drinking in the sight of Cressida's exposed skin. She reached out, trailing her fingers lightly down Cressida's spine, causing her to shiver at the contact. "Do you trust me, Cressida?" Eloise asked, her voice low, intimate.

"Yes," Cressida whispered, closing her eyes as Eloise's fingers continued their slow exploration. "I trust you."

"Good," Eloise said softly. "Then kneel."

The word hung in the air for a moment, heavy with the weight of what it implied. Cressida hesitated again, her breath quickening as she processed the command. But the trust she held for Eloise was unwavering, and slowly, she sank to her knees on the plush rug beneath them, her head bowed slightly, waiting for Eloise's next instruction.

Eloise took a step back, admiring the sight before her. Cressida, so often poised and in control in public, now knelt before her, utterly vulnerable. There was a power in that—a power Eloise had never fully embraced until now. She liked it. No, she loved it.

"Kiss my hand," Eloise commanded, extending her hand toward Cressida.

Without hesitation this time, Cressida took Eloise's hand in hers, pressing her lips softly against the back of it. The simple act, though small, was an acknowledgment of the shift in their dynamic. Tonight, Eloise was in charge.

Eloise's eyes darkened as she felt the warmth of Cressida's lips against her skin. She pulled her hand away slowly, then tilted Cressida's chin upward, forcing her to meet her gaze. "You are mine tonight, do you understand?"

Cressida nodded, her eyes wide, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes, Eloise."

"Good." Eloise's voice was firm, though her fingers brushed gently against Cressida's cheek. "Now, stand."

Cressida rose to her feet once more, her body trembling slightly under Eloise's intense gaze. She had never seen Eloise like this—so commanding, so sure of herself—and it stirred something deep within her. She wanted to please Eloise, wanted to prove her obedience.

Eloise walked around her slowly again, like a lioness circling her prey, before coming to a stop in front of her. "Lie on the bed," she ordered, her voice soft but commanding.

Cressida obeyed, climbing onto the bed and lying on her back, her heart pounding in her chest. She watched as Eloise reached for a length of silk ribbon from the dresser. It was delicate, soft to the touch, and as Eloise approached the bed with it in hand, Cressida's pulse quickened.

Eloise climbed onto the bed beside her, her eyes never leaving Cressida's as she began to tie the ribbon around Cressida's wrists, binding them gently but securely to the headboard. The silk was smooth against her skin, the restraint more symbolic than forceful, but it was enough to remind Cressida of her submission.

"You will remain here," Eloise instructed, her voice barely above a whisper, though the authority in her tone was undeniable. "You will not move unless I tell you to. You will not speak unless I allow it. Understood?"

Cressida's breath came in shallow bursts as she nodded. "Yes, Eloise."

Eloise smiled, satisfied with her obedience. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Cressida's lips, teasing her just enough to make her crave more. When she pulled back, Cressida's eyes were filled with both longing and anticipation.

Eloise shifted, positioning herself above Cressida, her hands trailing down her lover's body with practiced ease. She took her time, exploring every inch of Cressida's skin, watching the way her body reacted to each touch. Cressida trembled beneath her, her breath growing ragged as Eloise's fingers teased, never quite giving her what she wanted.

"Tell me, Cressida," Eloise murmured, her lips brushing against her ear. "What is it that you want?"

Cressida's voice was barely a whisper, filled with need. "I want you, Eloise."

Eloise's smile widened, her fingers trailing lower, brushing teasingly against the sensitive skin of Cressida's thighs. "Then you must ask properly," she whispered. "Beg me."

Cressida's breath hitched, and for a moment, she hesitated. But the intensity of Eloise's gaze, the heat of her touch, left her with no choice. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Please, Eloise… please."

Eloise's smile deepened, satisfied with her response. "Good girl," she whispered, and then, without warning, she gave Cressida exactly what she wanted.

Her hand slid down between Cressida's legs, fingers deft and sure as they found her already wet and aching with anticipation. Cressida gasped, her body arching involuntarily as Eloise's touch sent a shockwave of pleasure through her. Bound as she was, there was nowhere for Cressida to escape the intensity of Eloise's ministrations, but she didn't want to escape. Every part of her ached for more.

"You're already so eager," Eloise murmured, her voice filled with both amusement and satisfaction as she watched the effect she had on Cressida. Her hand had barely grazed her heat and the taller girl was already moaning. "Did you think I wouldn't notice how desperate you've been for my touch all evening?"

Cressida's breath hitched, her body shivering in anticipation. She was utterly at Eloise's mercy, bound and exposed, every nerve on edge. Her lips parted, but no words came—just a soft, breathless moan as Eloise's fingers teased her, never quite giving enough.

"You forget," Eloise continued, her tone low and sultry, "we've known each other too long for me to miss such things. The way your gaze lingers when you think I don't notice, the way your body responds to me the moment I touch you… You've wanted this from the moment you stepped into my room tonight."

Cressida could only nod, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Eloise's fingers moved away from her heat to trace her inner thighs, barely grazing where Cressida ached the most. Her wrists tugged against the silk ribbon binding them to the headboard, but the restraint only heightened her longing.

"You want more, don't you?" Eloise's voice was soft, but there was a command in it, a certainty that made Cressida tremble with need.

"Yes… please," Cressida whispered, her voice trembling as she begged for more, her pride long since abandoned.

Eloise smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. She leaned down, her breath warm against Cressida's ear as she whispered, "Do you remember our first time like this? The way we agreed, long ago, that we would give each other what no man would ever have the privilege of taking from us?"

Cressida's heart raced at the memory. It had been years ago, when their friendship had first evolved into something deeper, something forbidden yet intoxicating. They had been young, still navigating the societal pressures to remain virtuous for the sake of their future marriages. But in the privacy of their shared moments, they had found a different kind of freedom.

"I remember," Cressida breathed, her voice barely audible as she recalled that night. The thrill of it, the secrecy, the way they had both agreed to protect each other's reputations while indulging in the pleasures they craved. "We promised…"

"That no man would ever take this from us," Eloise finished for her, her fingers slipping lower, finally pressing gently against Cressida's entrance. "We gave ourselves to each other, knowing we could never find this kind of satisfaction with them."

With a slow, deliberate movement, Eloise slid one small finger inside of Cressida, her touch careful but firm. Cressida gasped, her body arching off the bed as the sensation overwhelmed her, the slow stretch of Eloise's finger inside her a reminder of their intimate history, of the pact they had made to fake their virtue if they ever found themselves bound to a husband.

"Do you feel it, Cressida?" Eloise whispered, her breath hot against Cressida's neck as she pressed deeper, her finger moving with practiced ease. "We belong to each other in this way. No one else."

Cressida moaned, her body responding instinctively to Eloise's touch. The feeling of Eloise's finger inside her, the intimacy of it, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It wasn't just the physical sensation—it was the weight of their shared promise, the knowledge that they had chosen each other, long before the world would expect them to give themselves to anyone else.

Eloise added a second finger, stretching her gently, and Cressida's breath caught in her throat. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, but Eloise's touch was always careful, always considerate. They had done this many times before, exploring each other's bodies in secret, but tonight there was something different—something more deliberate, more commanding in the way Eloise took control.

"You'll always be mine," Eloise murmured, her fingers moving slowly, torturously, in and out of Cressida. "No matter what the world expects of us, no matter who we are forced to marry, we belong to each other in a way no man could ever understand."

Cressida's mind swam in a haze of pleasure, her body trembling as Eloise's fingers worked her closer and closer to the edge. She had always known that this was the truth—no man would ever have this part of her. Only Eloise, her dearest and most trusted companion, had earned the right to take her in this way.

"Do you want to come, Cressida?" Eloise's voice was a soft purr, her fingers quickening their pace, her thumb pressing lightly against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made Cressida gasp. "Tell me what you want."

"I—please, Eloise," Cressida whispered, her body trembling with need. "I need… I need you."

"Good," Eloise purred, her lips brushing against Cressida's ear as she continued her slow, deliberate movements. "Then let go for me. You've earned it."

With a final, precise stroke, Eloise pressed deeper, her fingers curling inside Cressida just as her thumb flicked against her sensitive clit. The combined sensation sent Cressida over the edge, her body shuddering violently as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Eloise continued to work her through the peak of her release, drawing out every last moment of ecstasy until Cressida was utterly spent.

When it was over, Cressida lay trembling beneath Eloise, her chest rising and falling with the effort of catching her breath. Eloise slowly withdrew her fingers, her touch gentle as she untied the silk ribbon from Cressida's wrists.

Eloise leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Cressida's lips before pulling back to meet her gaze. There was a softness in Eloise's eyes now, the commanding presence from earlier fading into something more tender.

"You did well, my love," Eloise whispered, brushing a stray curl from Cressida's forehead. "You pleased me."

Cressida smiled, exhausted but content, her heart still racing in her chest. "I'm glad," she whispered, her voice filled with both affection and satisfaction.

They lay together in the quiet of the room, the weight of their shared intimacy settling around them like a warm blanket. The world outside might never understand the bond they shared, but in this moment, that didn't matter. Here, in the privacy of Eloise's room, they were free to be exactly who they were—lovers, companions, and keepers of each other's deepest desires.