Page 61 of Judging Duke

Abruptly, he stopped and got to his feet. His large hand grabbed my dick. Not hard, but it jumped at his touch. He led me to the bed, not letting go.

“Lie on the bed.”

“Why should I?” Usually I was the one in control. This was new for me.

Only in the movies did I submit. I’d never had a true D/s relationship. Hell, I’d never really had a relationship. Not that this was what it was. This was Duke asserting his authority, trying to dominate me.

“Because I said so. Now, do as you’re told.”

I could have said no again, I could have argued, but the need to have his hands, mouth or any other part of him on me overrode any desire to fight with him.

I reclined on the bed, relaxing against the headboard, my hands laced behind my head.

Piece by piece, he removed his clothing. First his shirt, then his shorts. He wore no underwear, and my eyes widened as he tugged on his cock.

Fuck me. I’d happily take him any day of the week.

“You want some of this?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

I nodded, all speech having left me.

I wanted to feast on his cock, lick his balls, swallow his cum.

How had I gone from hate to wanting to be his cum slut?

He crooked a finger, beckoning me. I sat on the edge of the bed, his cock at just the right level.

Gripping my hair, he slapped me around the face with his dick before resting it on my lip.

I flicked out my tongue, tasting the precum that still leaked from him.

Inch by inch, he slid it in. I gagged as it reached the back of my throat, and he paused for a moment, waiting for me to adjust before sliding it further.

I rested my hands on his thighs. If he went too far, I could always push him away, but my eagerness to please him outdid my need for breath.

With a couple of inches left to go, I pressed his thighs, halting his progress. He took it back an inch, allowing me much-needed air into my lungs.

I looked up at him, seeing the pleasure on his face. He gazed into my tear-filled eyes, and I nodded. He fucked my face slowly, his hand still in my hair, the other playing with each of his nipples in turn.

Fuck it was hot.

If the cameras were rolling, I’d play this film on repeat just to see the ecstasy on his face.

As he quickened the pace, I removed a hand from his leg and began to masturbate. I was having no problems staying hard.

A warm breeze blew through the open door, the sheer curtains fluttering, and muted voices floated into the room from the terrace below.

“Let’s go outside.” He removed his dick from my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin and onto the floor below.

“Someone might see us.”

“All the more reason, don’t you think?” He winked and strolled out onto the small balcony with barely enough room for us both.

He rested against the wall, his cock jutting out in front of him.

I joined him, relieved when I realised we were just out of the line of sight. Only someone really looking would see us.

A tingle of anticipation ran through me, and I got to my knees in front of Duke.

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