Page 32 of A Tale of Two Dukes

“Did you like it when he touched you?” Anger clouds my mind as I toss her onto the bed.

Her eyes widen at my words, all guileless innocence. “But he didn’t!”

“Then you explain it to me. Make me believe you.”

“I… He… He was on the street as I said. But we… collided. I fell, and he helped me up.”

“It’s as innocent as you say?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Then why the need to bathe off the evidence afterward?”

Again, her eyes tip to the side, a tell if I ever saw one. Anything coming out of her mouth is bound to be either a half-truth or a complete falsehood.

“I was worried the scent of another Alpha would cause such a reaction in you. I- I saw how Mother reacted when Father came home smelling of another. I wanted to save you such feelings.”

So help me, though I have no proof, I know this little vixen is lying. About what or why, I haven’t a clue. Grabbing her waist again, I hoist her further on the bed. I breathe in deep, even breaths, forcing myself to calm.

It’s not like me to be so aggressive or possessive of someone. Hell, I could just as easily send her back to The Rose and Thorne and let her service as many men as her hungry little body desires. But I can’t do that.

Just the very idea of someone else touching her, teasing her, pleasuring her, and teaching her things makes me mad with envy and rage. For a moment, I cannot see straight. It’s as if this lust is a pox upon my soul, touching every part of me, twisting it about until it’s something ugly and grotesque.

Something about her calls to me, demanding I keep her here as my pet, my plaything, an omega to slake all my deviant lusts upon. And while she’s in my possession, I will be the only one to bring her pleasure. If I ever allow her to be with another, it will be because I desire it. Though, deep down, I know that will never happen.

Even in my mind’s eye, I cannot see anyone I’d be willing to allow sample her flesh, to taste her, to touch her. No, this little kitten is mine and mine alone. Only once I tire of her, drive her from my senses will she ever be free to take up with someone else.

“Stretch your arms out over your head.” Smartly, she keeps her mouth shut and does as I order.

My sanity holds on by a thread. Climbing over her, I take a pair of manacles and secure her wrists. Her arousal blossoms then, perfuming the air. It drives me mad, feral. Did she get wet like this with Hugh?

Granted, when I scented her dress, there was not a trace of anything remotely indicating she enjoyed the meeting. But then, it could be her guilt that caused the scent of distress I picked up on. Only one way to be certain.

Sliding down, I stretch her legs out, my mouth watering as I take in her puffy lower lips, swollen and slick with need. How I wish to satiate the need I see burning in her eyes. But not until I know if she was faithful or not.

Once she’s fully secure, I crawl up the bed, running my nose along her legs and thighs. Though Hugh’s scent is nowhere to be found, I know it’s simply a matter of her washing him off. However, there’s one place I know she will never be rid of his scent.

Pausing at the juncture of her thighs, I run my nose along her soft lips, groaning as her arousal washes over me. Without any preamble, I slide my thick digits into her welcoming heat. Her inner walls clamp down as her moan filters through the air.

I rock my fingers in and out a few times before easing them out and bringing them up to my nose. Kitty watches, her eyes dilating as I scent them. “Last chance to tell me the truth.”

“He never touched me like that. I swear.” This time, her eyes shine bright in earnest.

Finally, she’s telling the truth. Though it makes me wonder what it is she’s actually hiding, if it’s not that. Even if he wore a bit of skin over his cock, I’d still smell him. As it is, all that’s there is the spicy, honeyed scent of her quim.

Sliding my fingers into my mouth, I groan as her taste explodes over my tongue. “Bloody hell you taste so delicious,” I half say to myself as I stretch over her. Easing my hand around her throat, I feel for the flutter of her pulse, my cock jerking against the front of my breeches. “You are mine, Kitty. I own every inch of you.”

Again, I slide my other fingers back into her pussy, reveling in the feel of her fluttering around me. “Your body, your soul, your release, all of it belongs to me.”

“Y- yes, Your Grace,” she cries out as I curl my fingers inside her, brushing that spot I know drives her mad.

I rock in and out, listening to her keening whines. They’re music to my ears, a symphony I’ll never tire of. But for now, she needs to understand her position. Though she didn’t engage in a dalliance with Hugh today, it doesn’t mean she isn’t hiding something.

Lying is never to be rewarded. Pulling out, I undo my breeches, allowing my cock to jut out, hard and thick. Kitty licks her lips as a pearl of precum beads at my head. Oh, but that little minx has no idea what I’m planning.

I sit back on my heels and grip my member, sliding my hand up and down, gripping myself, milking my body. It feels good, amazing even, but nothing compares to her body. My self-pleasure is a poor comparison, a shadow of the ecstasy I find in her arms.

Nevertheless, I stroke myself, using her body as inspiration. I think back to the moment I took her maidenhead, the glistening of pink and clear as it coated my cock. It’s enough to drive me to the brink of release.