Page 37 of A Tale of Two Dukes

“Blazes,” he grits out, his hips shifting as he rocks up toward my face. “Do you know how to handle my cock, kitten? Or do you need me to show you?”

I lean back and study his member, sizing it up. Though I saw a bit in the club to give me an idea of what to do, it doesn’t mean I know how he wants it. Could be he derives a different sort of pleasure than the average Alpha?

“I have the basics, I believe. However,” lowering my lashes, I trail my fingers along one of his veins, smiling to myself as he groans. “I would rather have you teach me, so I know I’m doing it correctly.”

If possible, his member seems to swell even larger. Slick gathers as I watch more of that precious fluid well to the top. As I go to lick him clean, he stops me, threading his fingers through my hair, gripping me hard.

Pinpricks of discomfort tingle over my scalp, but all it does is make me burn even hotter. Squirming, I stay as still as I can, waiting for his command. And yet, it never comes.

Instead, he stares down at me, his expression nearly feral. “You know I care for you, yes?”

“I do believe so, Your Grace.”

“Good, because I’m going to fuck your mouth like I despise you.” His words thrill me, sending shivers racing down my spine. Lowering his hand, he grazes my cheek for a moment before sliding his fingers across my lips. “Open your mouth.”

At his command, my lips part. Though I’m not sure what it is he’s planning, I’m shocked as his fingers ease past my teeth to slide along my tongue. On instinct, I go to close my mouth, grazing his fingers.

A soft tap on my cheek startles me. It’s not hard enough for me to categorize it as a slap exactly, but it’s not gentle enough for me to ignore. I blink up at Birchleigh, freezing, rooted to the spot. “Mind your teeth, kitten. I don’t mind your claws down my back, but when it’s my cock in your mouth… Well, that’s a completely different story. Open wide for me, love. As wide as you can. And keep your mouth open for me.”

I do as he says, stretching my jaw open until it burns. “That’s my good girl,” he croons, easing his fingers further in.

He inches them in just a touch before pulling out. Just like when he pleasures me with his cock, he rocks in and out, teasing me with his thick digits. I want to moan, but I don’t dare close my mouth.

Soon, he pushes in a little more until the tips of his fingers touch the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes welling with tears. Though my mouth tries to close on instinct, I keep my teeth aloft, earning a wide grin from Birchleigh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll train that reflex of yours at some point. Soon, you’ll be able to take all of me down that pretty little throat while I pump my seed into your belly.” My face heats up, and I know my cheeks must be fiery red. “Now, lower your lips and suck on my fingers. Still mind your teeth.”

Again, I do as he says, sucking gently. “Oh, my dear, I’m sure you can do better than that.” He touches my cheeks with the tips of his fingers. “I want you to suck hard enough that your pretty little cheekbones become prominent.”

Swallowing, I suck deeper, earning a dark groan from my tormentor. “You’re such a good girl for me. You know that? Now open again.”

The moment my lips part, he cradles my head and lowers me to his lap. His scent floods my brain, until all I can think about is tasting him again. Stretching my mouth out around his girth, I ease down, taking him in as best as I can.

As his tip brushes the back of my throat, I gag again and try to pull back. This time, he doesn’t let me. Instead, he pushes me down further, surging into my throat, filling me up until I’m not able to breathe.

But just as soon as he does that, he pulls out again, allowing precious air into my lungs. “I told you I was going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Open again.”

Once more, he surges forward until I gag. Tears trickle down my cheeks, no doubt making my face a wet, miserable display. However, if this view is not agreeable to him, he doesn’t show it. In fact, the more forcefully he pounds into my mouth, the harder he becomes.

My lips stretch painfully tight around his girth, but it’s that burn, that spark of pain that makes my lower half throb with insistent need. I like him using me like this, making me rely on his good graces for each breath that fills my lungs.

It takes my mind off of other things, deceitful, frightening things that plague me at every turn. When Birchleigh uses me, my mind can drift until all I can do is feel and obey his command.

Over and over, he slides in and out. The need to gag hovers with each thrust, making my insides clench and release. However, he pulls out before it becomes overwhelming, keeping me on that edge, the cusp of madness. He trains me to take him, forces my body to accommodate his until I relax in his grip.

“That’s it, love. Just like that.” Bringing both hands up to my scalp, he holds me in place as he drives in and out, managing to go deeper each time.

His knot begins to swell, grazing my nose with each thrust. “Put your hands around me and squeeze. Force my cum to run down your throat.”

My fingers shake as I grip him, tightening and loosening just like I did with my core. He must like how I’m doing it because soon after, his member jerks in my mouth as hot seed pours into me. I’m unable to understand the words flying from his lips as he rocks back and forth, but I know their intent.

Though stretched out as they are, I can still manage a slight smile as I render my master unable to utter an intelligible word. I did that. I reduced this mighty man to curses and grunts.

“Hellfire,” he finally groans, leaning back against the seat. “Get every bit of me. Don’t leave one drop behind.”

I apply myself to my task, laving at his length and head with my tongue. It’s not a hardship on my part. Just tasting him makes my insides quiver with need. I’m sure if I were to touch myself, I’d find I’m a wet, aroused mess.

“Mine,” he growls out in the darkness as the carriage stops at the house. “You. Are. Mine.”