Page 16 of A Tale of Two Dukes

Our breaths intermingle for a moment before I close the gap, kissing her hard. Just like before, her tongue is tentative, shy almost as I force my way in to tangle with her. Such a delight, this little minx.

She’s a tease unlike any I’ve had before. This omega makes me crave things, want things I have no business desiring. With great effort, I pull back and stare into her eyes.

It’s as if she’s waiting for something. Her body is still languid and pliant, but there’s this need that wasn’t there before. Smiling, I run my thumb across her quivering bottom lip.

Again, I pick up the rope and begin working. I weave the ends around her, cupping and surrounding her breasts as I bind her body tight. Her eyes widen then, as just a tendril of unease fills the air. Oh, this just won’t do.

I drop my hand lower, cupping her sex. Within an instant, she relaxes again as I tease her lower lips, running my fingers over her slick flesh. Patience is slowly becoming less of a virtue and more of a torment.

Everything feels too hot, too tight. With a soft growl, I rip my shirt off my body and toss it to the floor. Soon after, my breeches follow, making me just as naked as she is. For a moment, Kitty freezes, her gaze locking onto my stiff member.

She continues this charade of innocence as she gasps, eyes widening as she takes me in. Such a little jewel this omega is. Too bad it isn’t real. However, with her, I can almost believe it. Rolling my shoulders, I puff out my chest, allowing her to look me up and down.

The moment her pink tongue flicks out to lap at her bottom lip, I’m done for. I grab my cock in my hand and stroke, groaning as my balls tighten and my knot begins to ache. Reaching out with the other hand, I stroke her in time, teasing that hardened clit as precum wells to the top of my crown.

As if my scent calls to her, I watch in fascination as her pupils dilate even further. It’s only a second, a momentary flash of lust, but I see it. I see her.

Kitty’s head falls back as whimpers and moans pour from her lips, lurid and urgent. Desperate. Releasing us both, I motion over to the wall where the rope winds taut around the belaying pin, effectively securing her.

All it takes is a snap of my fingers before a servant hurries over, undoing the rope with swift fingers. My eyes stay trained on her body as he lowers her down, skimming my hands across any expanse of skin I can touch to let her know I’m here with her.

Her nipples jut out as her breasts strain against the rope. It’s enough that I nearly lose sight of what’s important—bringing her down to earth without injury. My cock wants to ignore things like safety, but my mind is too trained to allow those thoughts any purchase. I’m a sadist, but a safe one. I would never allow a girl I play with to come to any true harm.

It’s slow, painstaking, but soon, she’s positioned face down over a leather bench. I stare at the glow of her skin, noting the red flush that seems to cover her from head to toe. It’s erotic, alluring, and does the most curious things to my insides.

For a moment, fear spikes through me, making my gut clench. Could she be nearing her heat? It’s not vexation for me, but for the men I’d have to kill if they touched her in such a state.

As I walk over to her head, I trail my fingers along her body, taking in the temperature of her skin, scenting the air, and listening to her breathing. All seems to be satisfactory, and my heart returns to its normal cadence. Grabbing her bound hands, I undo them and rub her delicate wrists.

At first, I wanted to take her from behind, rutting her like a wild animal. But now, I find I want to see her face as I slide my length inside that lithe body. I want to see just what effect I have on her.

With gentle movements, I roll her over before binding her hands again and stretching her out onto the bench. Her breasts heave as best as they can in their binds, her nipples jutting out hard and dusky like ripe berries begging to be tasted.

Once she’s secure again, I dip my head lower, trailing my tongue around her taut peak before sucking it into my mouth. Again, she bows up, her soft sounds of pleasure thundering in my ears. So fucking responsive. I make it my mission then and there that she will be the only girl I visit when coming to The Rose and Thorne.

A feral need to keep other men away beats at me, but there’s only one solution to that problem—making her my mistress. With every whimper and moan that drips from those fuckable lips of hers, I want nothing more than to drag her to my other house and keep her there. That way, I can indulge in her body whenever I want while keeping her away from the questing hands of others.

But I’m still not sure if I’m ready for that. After my last mistress, I was loath to employ another. A swirl of anger coils in my gut as I think of the last girl with that title. After the allure wore off, she spent my coin and traipsed about, consorting with other men.

I couldn’t prove it, but there was enough gossip that I simply had to let her go. After that experience, I’ve been hesitant to take another—even someone as lovely as this morsel, her body practically screaming for my touch.

She’s the only one who has ever wrapped me in this illusion of longing, enough to make me forget my past pain and desire to try again. It’s the first time I find I can truly lose myself in the moment. Wrenching my head away, I attend to her other nipple, sliding my hand down to skim her thighs.

With a wanton sigh, she spreads her legs, seemingly desperate for my touch. Smiling against her skin, I pull back and make quick work of securing her legs. She’s all trussed up in front of me, her body glistening in the soft candlelight. Only one thing would make this scene even more perfect.

Knowing Madame’s servants keep a sharp eye on those that play, I leave the dais for a moment, secure in knowing my charge will be safe. Besides, what I want isn’t too far away. In a wooden box, tucked away where only those that delve into wax play know of its existence, I grab four, thin pillars and bring them back with me.

A soft murmur ripples through the crowd, but if Kitty notices it, she makes no indication. Truthfully, she seems too far gone to care about anything and anyone else. Eyeing the rudimentary design I created with the rope, I find a few spaces where the candles slip in.

The butts rest against her skin while held in place with a coil of rope here, a kink there. Three should be good to start with. As I take the remaining candle and brush its wick against a flame, I groan. Only here and at my home can I show my true deviance.

Until now, few have been able to take my flames, but something tells me that Kitty will rise to the challenge. Her brows furrow as I step forward, as if finally realizing what I intend to do. Gasps catch in her throat as her lips move, yet no words come out.

Good, obedient little thing. I can see the uncertainty flashing through her eyes, and yet, she doesn’t tell me to stop, doesn’t beg me to spare her from this brand of affection. Part of me wishes she would, but I’ll have to make do with the apprehension warring in her gaze.

I need her to break this spell around us, to show me her imperfections so I can drive her from my mind. But instead, she continues to surprise me at every turn. For one this well-trained, I have to wonder where the madame was hiding her and why. Then again, the shrewd Alpha has no issue pillaging other houses for impressive bits of flesh.

It’s the only explanation for the delightful angel beneath me. If she had been here before, I would have snatched her up, taken her where no one else would play with her. I stare down into those bright blue orbs, so large, so expressive.