Page 12 of Bad Duke

“Yes.” She drops her eyes away from mine. “If we’re going to be… intimate with each other during this agreement…” Her lashes bat wildly as her cheeks turn a stunning shade of pink. “...I don’t want to be shared.” She has tears in her eyes, tears that make me feel like an asshole. But not guilty enough to let her go.

“Agreed.” That I can promise with certainty because already the thought of another man touching her makes me fucking feral.

“Okay,” she whispers, looking back up and holding a trembling hand out across the desk so I can shake it.

“Okay.” I shake it firmly, holding on to it a little longer than is natural because I like the way her hand feels in mine.

“I’ll have Paul and Levi take you to your apartment so you can collect your belongings. I’ll have a room on the east wing of the house prepared for you. It has a good view of the woodlands.”

“Wait, you expect me to live here?” She stands up, suddenly looking stunned.

“Twelve months of whatever I require,” I remind her, picking the bottle of expensive scotch out of the gift bag and taking it with me as I head for the door. I march down the corridor, passing all the flowers in the hall and bursting out into the fresh air so I can catch my fucking breath. I don’t know what the fuck just came over me and the fact the stupid girl agreed to it doesn’t feel like a victory. I feel conflicted and weak. So weak that, I text Trent and tell him to get over here, I need to do something to release the tension she’s put in me, and he’s the best sparring partner I’ve ever come up against. Nothing will make me feel more like me again than kicking his ass.

“Paul,” I call my driver over.

“Take the girl home and help her bring back whatever she needs. Take Levi with you.” I instruct him, knocking back the bottle and staring out across the grounds at everything that now belongs to me. She steps out the door a few moments later and when her eyes seek me out she keeps them focused as she follows Paul and gets into the car. I push any doubt in what I’m doing to the back of my head and can’t help feeling satisfied that she belongs to me now.

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I lie in the bath a few hours later, smoking one of my father’s most expensive cigars and soaking my muscles. Me and Trent went in hard on each other today. He got a good swing on me and left me with a shiner. But I got him back when I split his lip and busted his nose again. It didn’t stop me from thinking about the girl, though. The same girl who’s currently unpacking her things in one of the spare rooms. It’s wrong of me to use her naïvety to my advantage, everything about her screams innocent and defenceless and I’m not the kind of man she should let close to her. My hard cock rests against my stomach and I take it in my hand as I think about her panicked, little expression earlier. She’d look so pretty with those peach-coloured lips wrapped around my shaft. No doubt she’d need some training on how to take it, but I’d take great satisfaction in being her trainer. I’d teach her how to milk my cock with her warm, wet mouth real good. Show her how to slide me over her tongue and take me all of the way to the back of her throat. Her eyes would water as she tried not to choke, but she would. They always fucking choke. Only with her, I’ll bet it wouldn't irritate me, I’d like it.

I take a toke of my cigar while I continue to leisurely stroke myself, thinking of her and all the other things I’d like to teach her. She’s too innocent for her own good, she shouldn’t be three doors down unpacking her bags, she should be running as fast as she can, just like her pussy brother. My hand starts to pump faster when a vision of her resting between my legs and begging me to fill her, comes to mind. I fist my cock and imagine her tight, virgin cunt wrapped around it. Those big, blue eyes brimming with pain and pleasure combined as I break through her barrier and fill her, all the way to her cervix. I’m a lot for any woman to take, but a virgin…I’d fucking destroy.

I continue to stroke myself hard and fast, closing my eyes and picturing her bouncing on top of me. My hands groping her pert, round tits while she takes the pain of me stretching her open. I can tell, just from our few encounters that she already knows how to obey. I wonder if she’d come during her first time if I demanded it of her? Would her pleasure be able to outweigh her pain? Would she cry, or try hard to be brave? Just the thought of her pretty, virgin tears spilling off her face has me edging closer. I imagine myself filling that fucked-raw pussy with my cum and feel the warm ropes of it land on my stomach and chest.

The door suddenly opens and when she steps through it she catches me with my cock in hand and stares at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.” She shelters her eyes with her hand but remains standing in the doorway like her feet are stuck. “I was…There are so many doors, I was looking for the library room. I’m sure the girl who helped me unpack said fifth on the right.”

“Come here.” I ignore her ramblings when a thought enters my head and I can’t get rid of it.

“You want me to come in?” She looks up at me as if I’ve lost my mind.

“Come here,” I repeat, standing up in the free-standing bath and letting her see me, soaking wet, covered in bubbles, and still rock fucking solid.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” She shakes her head nervously, doing as I say and keeping her eyes focused on the floor as she closes the door behind her.

“You didn't, I was just finished,” I assure her, gesturing for her to come closer with my finger and then pointing to the floor in front of me. She steps forward slowly, and warily, and I wet my lips when her eyes lift up and focus on my cock. She holds her breath as if she’s intimidated by it and her reaction makes it fucking twitch.

“I’m sorry.” She looks up at me through her lashes and when I notice how her lips tremble, the guilt it provokes has me reaching behind her head and scrunching my fist into her hair. I want to punish her for the thoughts she’s putting in my head. It’s been years since I didn’t think I was good enough for someone and I don’t like the way it feels. I take the thumb from my other hand and slide it through the mess I’ve made on my chest, then I smear it over that trembling lip so she can get a taste of her sins. She gasps but seems to take what I give her when she rubs her lips together.

“You like that?” I ask, studying her face for a reaction. When she subtly nods her head I decide to push her a little further.

“Clean up the rest.” I look down at the cum I spilled all over my chest and stomach. She reaches down to grab the sponge that's floating between my legs and I snatch at her jaw, squeezing tight so she’s forced to open her mouth for me.

“Clean it up with this,” I growl, slipping two of my fingers into her mouth and sliding them over her warm, wet tongue. I decide I want her dainty hands touching me, too, so I take her wrists and guide them to rest on my shoulders so that she can balance herself. Then, I stand waiting for her to obey my command. She looks up at me through those thick, black lashes, again, as she submits. Her head moving towards me and her tongue flattening against my skin. I keep our eyes locked together as she licks the cum from my body, making sure she gets every last drop without me having to remind her.

I don’t know how the fuck I’m being so tame. I want to strip her of her clothes, grab her body and fuck the innocence out of her over this bath, but all my instincts tell me she’s not ready. And I want her to be.

When I ruin this girl for life I at least want her to have asked me for it.

She goes to move away when she’s done but I quickly snatch at her hair again, holding her steady and leaning down so we’re level. I want to kiss her lips and taste myself on them but I don’t fucking kiss girls. I use them.

This one has given me a year of her life and it's up to me how she gets treated for it. I’m in control here. ME. So, why the fuck do I suddenly feel so fucking out of it?

“You can go now.” I release her harshly, reaching across for a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I try not to convince myself that she looks disappointed as she stares and watches me. This girl could never feel anything but hatred towards a man like me. I’m a threat to her brother and practically holding her like a prisoner. What I’m seeing here is desperation and pure love for a person who doesn’t deserve it. Olivia scurries out the door before she starts to cry and as it slams behind her I decide that I need to give the girl some space to come to terms with the sacrifice she’s made. And while she does, I might figure out what the fuck I plan on doing with her.

ALEX

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