Page 39 of A Tale of Two Dukes

“That is, in fact, the point,” I tease, prowling toward her. “Come now, these pieces cannot be all that unfamiliar to you. That is, unless Madame Douler kept you locked away in a room until the time came for me to take your virtue.”

Her gaze slides to the side. Frown tugging at my lips, I watch her, judging the words as they come out of her mouth. “I am well acquainted-”

“Enough,” I roar, crossing the rest of the distance between us. “You do not have to impress me. Did you ever stop to think it is partly your innocence which causes me to become hard for you?”

“I… Well… But you…”

“But I what?” She doesn’t answer. Instead, a soft whine peppers the air as she leans into the wood, as if it will somehow swallow her up and save her. Tempering my tone, I run my fingers through her hair. “But I what?”

With a sigh, she pitches forward, head thumping against my chest. “I just want to endear myself to you. Just like you have endeared yourself to me.”

This time, I detect no guile in her tone or words. Slipping my knuckle under her chin, I draw her gaze up to mine. Tears stain her cheeks, and this time, they have nothing to do with any erotic discomfort I’m causing her.

They tear at my heart, nearly driving me to my knees. “All I ask is obedience and honesty. Do those two things, and you will have me.”

Uncertainty shines in her eyes as she blinks up at me. Unable to resist, I claim her lips with my own, devouring her as I pull her into my grasp. With her in my arms, I’m unable to think of anything else except the need to take her in hand, to own her with my body.

Wrenching away, I tug at her hand, pulling her over to my spanking bench. I will not spank her tonight. Not when there are other things I want to do to her body. This time, when I take her clothes off, I’m not gentle.

Fabric drops to the floor as I tear the dress off of her, not caring one bit about the craftsmanship I’m destroying. Coin and cloth have no place in my thoughts as each twist of my fingers reveals more and more of her pale flesh. Soon, she stands naked before me.

Her body is a vision, one I cannot cease worshiping. Dropping to my knees, I wrench her thighs apart, desperate to lap at her pussy, taking her essence into my body. She moans, threading her fingers through my hair.

I slide my tongue across her clit, my lips curving into a smile as her fingers jerk, yanking on the thick strands, tugging at my scalp. Her arousal coats my face as her fingers bunch and release, desperate as she grinds her pussy against me.

Cupping her ass, I slide her up onto the bench before laying her flat on her back. A smirk tilts my lips as her shuddered breaths cause her breasts to shake. Whether by nervousness or arousal, I’m not sure, but I stand there, transfixed as her body quivers beneath mine. Bumps dot her skin as I run my finger along her arm.

“Cold, kitten?” I murmur, running my fingers down to grip the hair guarding her lower lips. She nods, making me smile even larger. “You can do better than that. Words,” I snap out, tugging hard.

With a yelp, she cries out, “Yes, Your Grace!”

“Good girl. Don’t worry. You won’t be for long.” Her brows furrow for a moment as she watches me stride over to a large armoire.

Deep inside the recesses, I pull out a special item, a candle fashioned just for me. I hold up the cut glass, showing it off. The facets twinkle in the firelight, adding a bit of panache to the show.

“I have varied tastes, my dear,” I murmur, grabbing a long bit of wood and sticking it into the fire. “However, some things I prefer over others. At The Rose and Thorne, you already had a taste of what my fire can do. Tonight, however, I will paint your skin with it.”

I glance over, noting her quick intake of breath. Arousal shines in her eyes instead of fear. Seems my little kitten likes this idea. Applying the flame to the wick, I toss the stick back into the fireplace and carry the glass goblet over.

“Specialty glass makers take a good deal of my coin, but their craftsmanship is beyond reproach. Why, I defy anyone to look upon my deviant candles and think they’re nothing short of artistic masterpieces.” I set it down near her head, watching as the wax pools while it melts.

Reaching under the bench, I pull out a bottle of oil and hold it aloft, dripping the contents onto her skin with an alluring splash. We both remain silent as I smooth the lubricant over her body, coating her with the slippery liquid.

“Spread your legs.” She does as I command, showing off her glistening, puffy lower lips.

Groaning, I tip the oil into my palm and rub it over her mound, grazing her clit with my fingers. It’s so hard to torment her when my body screams out for release. But this isn't all about me. It’s about her too.

Slickening my fingers, I slide two into her, curling until I brush against that magical spot that makes her moan in pleasure. “God, what you do to me. I cannot resist you, my Venus.”

I bend low, capturing her nipple with my lips. Kitty arches into me, her moans flooding my ears. Though I planned to make her wait, to make her beg for release, I can’t resist the siren call of her pleasure.

The need for her to come on my fingers slams into me, directing every thought. Letting go of her nipple, I apply myself to the other, keeping up my punishing rhythm. Her inner walls ripple around my thick digits, milking me as expertly as if my cock was the one buried deep inside.

Her harsh gasps and guttural groans fill the room, flooding my senses. With my other hand, I stroke her clit, my cock pulsing at her desperate cries. I want to be inside her with a desperation I’d never felt before.

Moving my mouth upward, I once more tempt fate by grazing her shoulder with my teeth. I groan at the taste of salty flesh beneath my lips. It would be so easy to bite her, to claim her, marking her forever mine. But I can’t do that.

With great effort, I pull away, turning my attention back to her impending release. So close. I can feel the strain in her muscles, the bunch of her body as she squirms beneath my expert touch.