Page 21 of A Tale of Two Dukes

“No doubt a bit of my essence will slide down your inner thighs when you rise, but most of it is still inside.”

Again, she frowns, but remains silent. I watch as the gears turn about in her mind. What could she possibly be thinking? Then, as if almost an unconscious act, her fingers drift over her stomach.

Ahhh. So that’s where her little mind is going. Not surprising, yet it’s unlikely our coupling created a child. Distracting her, I pull her into my arms and rest her head against my chest.

“Not only are you innocent, but lacking in knowledge as well. Don’t worry, my little kitten. Pregnancy only happens when you’re in heat. And trust me, I’ll know when that is and take precautions.”

There’s a bit of relief in her as she sags against me. It shouldn’t hurt, but part of me feels stung by her reactions. Granted, I wouldn’t allow myself to have a child with a mistress, anyway.

But for the first time since knowing which end of my prick went into a woman, I don’t abhor the idea of having a child. Too bad it’s Kitty I want to see swollen with my seed.

Even though I can’t allow myself to indulge in that fantasy, I can still fuck her until my cum drips from her body, pretending to breed her until her heat. As she shifts her hips, some of my essence drifts from her pussy, clouding the water.

A feral groan rips from my throat as I watch her lips part in surprise. Such innocence, such wonderment and novelty shines from her eyes. Oh, I will have so much fun peeling away those layers, teaching her the ecstasy that can be found in the arms of an Alpha such as me.

Rising, I stand there before her, letting the water run down my body. Her cheeks tinge a light pink, an action I now know is far from contrived. It gets me rock hard watching her turn from me, her eyes darting away in some misguided attempt at modesty. We are far past such reserved sensibilities.

“Look upon me, little omega. See what it is you do to me.”

After a moment or two, her gaze swings back, her pupils dilating as I run my hand up and down my shaft. I indulge for a moment, pleasuring myself while she watches. However, a loud noise from beyond the doors catches my attention.

Again, I’m forced to acknowledge the need to usher her to safety. Shaking my head, I flash her another grin and step out of the tub, drying myself off. “Finish cleaning. By the time you are done, I’ll have concluded matters with the madame.”

She lifts her hand as if to stop me, then drops it back into the water with a plop. The air turns heavy as she covers herself with her arms. What is going on in that head of hers?

Normally, a person in her station would love nothing more than to come home with someone as rich and affluent as me. Has her mind been poisoned against me somehow? For a moment, I see red as Hugh’s face flashes in front of me.

If that odious man did anything… My fingers clench into fists as anger surges through my body. Though Kitty’s delightful body and innocent actions spurred me to take her as my mistress, it’s his blatant desire that solidified that need.

With quick jerks of my hands, I pull clothes over my body, covering just enough to not be naked as I take my prize. Storming out of the room, I drive Kitty’s innocent longing from my mind as I traverse the halls and rooms, looking for their mistress. Thankfully, Hugh is nowhere to be seen or scented.

It’s as if taking Kitty from his sight was all that was needed to cast him from this establishment. It still begs the question of why he was here in the first place. How did he manage to darken England’s doorstep and live?

Striding to the only remaining place she could be, I pound on her office door. The loud raps ring through the air, disrupting the sounds of merriment that claw at my ears. When she doesn’t answer, I fling the door open, stopping short as I watch her take the stance of a disciplinarian.

She makes an imposing figure as she holds her birches aloft, prepared to add another few strips of red to an already mottled arse. Luckily, the man in question wears a mask, so I’m unable to see who it is that begs for her punishment.

With a sour look, she casts me a frown moments before schooling her features back into the haughty air that usually floats around her. She gives her head a slight shake before crashing the bundle of branches against the poor man’s backside.

He howls with pain, and yet his cock jerks, erect, pearling with precum. It’s no secret that many come to Madame Douler for the thing her name promises—pain, a chance to forget, and a momentary reprieve from this dark world. It’s not uncommon for those in high power to seek out this release, and it’s probably the reason for the mask.

Plausible deniability. If anyone knew a male member of the nobility, or rather any man really, Alpha or otherwise, enjoyed having his posterior whipped bare by a woman… Well, that would cause quite the scandal. Probably even more so than a man venturing into a house such as this to enjoy the body of a woman.

Bowing, I step back out into the hall and close the door, granting them their privacy. A few screams later, the madam opens back up and steps out.

“Your Grace,” she dips down into a curtsy. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this intrusion? Able to extricate yourself so soon? By my calculation, I should have had at least another ten minutes or so.” Her words are soft, light, and yet, I can still detect just a hint of venom.

I allow that thinly veiled jab to go past, still content with holding Kitty in my arms. Leaning back against the wall, I quirk my lips up into a smirk, ignoring her question entirely. “Foisting a virgin onto an unsuspecting duke is not enough to fill your nights?”

“You have your desires, and I have my own. The fact that it also coincides with a fair amount of coin merely sweetens the pot.” She shuffles about, her fingers sliding across the brocade dripping down the front of her dress. “I haven’t forgotten, if that’s what has you running about, entering my chambers without permission. I merely had other matters to attend to that do not include you and your flavor of the night. Is whisking away your little wanton so pressing that you have to interrupt a private session in this way? I would have thought with your cock being milked dry that your sense of urgency would have waned some.”

There’s something in her eyes, a nervousness I’ve never seen before. What is she hiding? It certainly can’t be the Alpha on his knees waiting for her leash. Besides, she knew I was coming.

Narrowing my gaze, I cross my arms, pinning her with a glare. “Careful, Madame. I may be jollier than your normal lot, but do not mistake my easy-going nature for weakness. I’m still a duke, and you will respect me as such.”

Her body tightens as she grants me another curtsy. “You have my humblest apologies, Your Grace. I will do what it is you need. However, have you given time to consider?”

Her words are pretty enough, and yet, I still feel the thread of unease weaving through each syllable she utters. It is enough, however, that she’s at least speaking to me with more respect.