Page 123 of Unmasked

Yet… textured.

It was like I could feel Penelope’s voice stroking my cock.

“This is new for you. This thought.” A huskiness took over her voice. “You like it. A lot.”

Sweat beaded my body as I let myself get lost in the fantasy of Penelope standing before me.

“How would you do it? Would you make it fast?”

“What’s the fun in that?”

My lips parted wider and my breaths deepened.

“Tell me.”

Silence.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing to tell. I am an innocent, good girl who knows nothing about violence or murder.

My lids opened, and my hand stilled.

“You’re teasing me. That’s not true.”

“Hmm. I don’t know.”

I squeezed harder, slowly stroking.

“I think you like it. I think there’s more you can tell me. We will meet at Rosemoor tomorrow.”

“… No.”

I stopped.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean I have other plans. I can’t cancel them every time you want to meet. I am a duchess, remember? I’m connecting back with society. I am making my mark. Besides, talking about death isn’t work.”

“But I’m the king, and I want to see you tomorrow.”

“Too bad. I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I’m going to have to decline.”

I gave one last squeeze, more out of frustration, dropping my hand.

“Come see me tonight, then.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Sitting, my eyes connected with the cuffs.

“We will talk about work. And history. I have more history to tell you.”

She paused. “What is there left to know? I can’t see something being so important that I’d have to travel clear across the city to know it tonight.

“I’ll come to you.”

Silence.

“Your Majesty⁠—”