Page 33 of A Tale of Two Dukes

Normally, with just my hand, I take much longer to find my release, but with Kitty, everything seems to go too fast. I want to take my time, to luxuriate in the feel of my palm about my cock, but I can’t. Those bewitching eyes and heavenly scent drive me to madness.

I’m helpless against the onslaught of pleasure she causes, and try as I might to hold things off, my balls tingle, clenching with the need to release my essence. With a grunt, I spill my seed over her mound, splattering her with my cum as it jets out of me.

As the first bit hits her, Kitty moans, her dark lashes fluttering against her pale skin. I wasn’t expecting her to enjoy such humiliation. And yet, she writhes underneath me, her body searching for more.

With my free hand, I scoop as much essence as I can and shove it deep inside her pussy, smearing my scent over every available inch possible. At my forceful invasion, she moans, her body bowing up, begging me for more. But she will not get it. Not now at least.

Pulling back out, I grip my knot, wringing out every bit of pleasure I can. This time, I aim for her stomach, groaning as I mark her in the only way I can at the moment. I sit there, chest heaving as I watch her.

There’s hurt in her eyes and a sense of misunderstanding in the air. In that moment, I feel like the worst kind of cad. However, what’s done is done. Brushing my finger over her lips, everything clenches as she sticks out her tongue to lap at the remaining seed.

Her eyes are fathomless, deep pools I can lose myself in. It seems nothing I do deters her or frightens her away. Odd for someone as inexperienced as she, but it endears me to her all the more.

My cock stirs again as her lips wrap around the tip of my finger, her tongue delving over my skin to clean every bit. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was about to go into a rut, and yet, I still retain my mental faculties, such as they are. I do not delude myself into thinking I can be rational when she’s around.

With a heavy sigh, I break the moment, pulling my fingers away from her questing lips. “My rules are very simple. Do as I command, and never lie to me. Do you think you can do that? Can you be my good girl?”

“Yes, Your Grace.” Her eyes slide to the side as she answers.

Damn.

CHAPTER 14

Kitty

There’s a distance there, a gulf that had not existed previously. Though I do not delude myself into thinking what the duke and I share is love, there is a part of me that mourns whatever it is that’s missing. Even now as we race off in his carriage, he touches me, but it’s hollow somehow, distracted.

Possessive as it is, I’d much rather know what he is thinking as opposed to the absent brushing of his fingers against the back of my hand. With a sigh, I look out the window, watching London pass by in a blur. I can’t help the lump that forms in my throat as I watch others milling about, some with their heads cocked toward each other in deep conversation.

Though I never expected such a relationship with either the current Birchleigh or the former I was set to marry, I knew I wanted more than just polite affection. I wanted heat and passion. At least, I wanted what my innocent mind thought of as passion.

I wanted the song and dance, the coquettish giggle behind a fan as a man made his overture. Perhaps I spent far too much time in books and not nearly enough in reality. It was an escape, to be sure, but what was the cost?

“I’m sorry.”

The duke’s grumbled words jolt me out of my reverie. “I beg your pardon?”

“I want to apologize for earlier. My actions were crude. You have not given me cause to suspect you, and yet, at the first moment, I let my anger cloud my judgment.”

“It was rather harsh, but…”

He smirks at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief, a look I’m beginning to associate with him and his devious ways. “But?”

“I- I cannot say that you touching me had such an adverse effect.”

“Ahhhh, so you like the possessive way in which I handle you?”

Heat blooms up my face as I turn to hide my head. Of course Birchleigh doesn’t allow it. He forces me to look at him, to watch as his lips curl up in that impish smirk of his.

“Yes, Your Grace. You know I do.”

“I do, but there’s nothing wrong with hearing it. In fact,” he pauses to slide my dress up, exposing my thighs.

“Your Grace,” I cry out, my upbringing refusing to allow this to happen where all of London can see it.

“I suggest you relax, little kitten.” His fingers glide along my inner thigh, pausing just at the crisp hairs guarding my sex. “You wouldn’t want passersby to see you in distress and wonder as to what on earth could be happening in this carriage?”

No, I don’t. And so, I lean back, schooling my face as best as I can while he plays with me. From the outside, it should look like two people enjoying a ride to the opera. However, inside, my body burns as he eases my knees apart.