Page 55 of Bad Duke

“Yes, Olivia?” His voice sounds far too polite, almost like we’re strangers and I hate it.

“Please touch me.” I give in and ask, knowing that he’ll be enjoying my suffering.

“I am touching you.” I open my eyes to argue and notice that he’s unbuckled his belt and has a fist wrapped around his cock. It looks so big as he strokes it through his palm, and while I look at its thick, glistening head I feel that ache inside me get heavier.

“Don’t tease me.” I shimmy closer to the edge of the desk, yearning for him to put me out of my misery. This game isn’t fun anymore. Every single part of me is tingling and the emptiness of not having him inside me is turning into pain.

“You want this?” He looks down at himself, and I hate how my head automatically nods for him.

“Yeah, you want it.” He holds his dick firm in his hand as he teases it along the inside of my thigh, leaving a slick trail of his precum on my skin.

“Is it starting to hurt yet, pretty girl?” he asks, with his tip just millimetres from my entrance. I don’t answer his question, just wait for him to take pity on me.

“Are you all wet and ready for me?”

“Why don’t you touch me and find out?” I try to be clever and when he takes my invitation and slides the tip of his cock slowly through my centre, I hold my breath and revel in the satisfaction of it.

“So wet and needy, just how I like it.” He takes his cock in his hand again, moving it away from me and leisurely stroking it through his palm. I watch as he pushes the top I'm wearing up to my tits to expose my growing stomach.

“You’ve gotten so big, pretty girl.” He pats it proudly, before resting his cock against my stretched-out skin and admiring how it looks. Then, making an arch with his hand over the ridge of it, he slowly starts to slide his cock between them. I look down and watch, and imagining him doing the same motion inside me makes my nipples harden and my pussy get wetter.

“Alex, I need it,” I admit, rolling my hips as his lips tease my mouth, lingering close but not touching.

“What do you need?”

“I need it inside me.” I try to squeeze my thighs together to sustain the ache but his body is a barrier that has my legs stretched apart.

“Only good girls get what they want, Olivia, and you’ve been very bad.” His cock continues to stroke against my belly and when his nose slides along my jaw all the frustration that's building inside me feels ready to erupt.

“You should see how beautiful you look right now,” he whispers. “So desperate and needy, I’ll bet I’d only have to touch you with my finger to make you come for me.”

I nod enthusiastically, closing my eyes tight because looking at him isn’t making this any easier.

“I’m so sorry.” I grit my teeth and give him what I know he wants to hear, but it earns me nothing. “Alex, I said I’m sorry.” I flick my eyes back open and stare at him.

“Sorry enough never to defy me again?” His cock lowers towards my pussy and hovers at my entrance.

“I won’t. I promise,” I grip his desk, anticipating his next move when I feel his thick end touch at my opening.

“Fuck, Olivia, your throbbing for me, I can feel it.” He keeps me waiting longer. “Your pussy is soaking my cock and I’m not even inside you yet.”

“I promise Alex, please,” I beg, and when he pushes just a little of himself inside me I bite my lip and dig my nails into the wood.

Suddenly, he pulls out of me and the sound of disappointment I make is pathetic.

“Alex,” I look up at him helplessly and then moan in relief when I feel two of his fingers slip all the way inside me.

“Jesus, Liv,” he whispers, fucking me hard and fast with his fingers and bringing me close to release.

“Yes, oh, Alex. I’m going to...” He snatches his hand away before I can finish, and I feel my whole body thudding to the rhythm of my heart.

“No.” I shake my head at him, and he waits until my breathing has calmed before he responds.

“Alex, I was so close,” I whisper as he starts to touch me again, this time with a thumb that circles softly around my clit.

“I know you were.” He makes no apologies as he edges me to the brink again, his thumb applying just the right pleasure to set off those fireworks inside me. This time I don’t tell him how close I am but I give myself away when I start to thrust against him.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He takes his hand away from me again and I swear to God I could slap him.

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