Page 26 of Duke of Seduction

Although she had been naked nearly the entire time, with her legs now splayed apart she felt more exposed than ever. Helena glanced up at him and saw that he was looking down at her with pure hunger; his breaths deep and rapid. Helena began to move her legs together as her insecurity grew. In an instant Morgan’s hands gripped her inner thighs to stop her.

“Do not dare,” he warned, nipping her ear.

His hands then loosened their grip on her thighs, kneading them slightly before they slipped up to her sex. His fingers skimmed across her petals, making her gasp and arch. Morgan let out another primal growl from deep within his chest.

“You do not hide yourself from me, remember?” he whispered, brushing his fingertips over her swollen pearl.

“Yes, sir,” Helena whimpered, arching into his touch.

“Now, spread your legs wider.”

Helena’s body obeyed immediately, her mind not registering the command as it became overwhelmed with pleasure. From his pocket, Morgan pulled out the spur once more, and with one hand around her throat he began the lesson again.

He started with her breasts, letting the little sharp edges of the star prick and pull the sensitive flesh of each areola and nipple, and then the delicate underside of each breast.

When he reached her hip again, Morgan dug the tool slightly deeper, and a low, heady moan escaped Helena’s lips as she writhed uncontrollably in his lap. She loved the biting sting of the little tool.

“Now, for this next part, you Must.Stay. Still,” Morgan warned, his tone deadly in her ear.

Helena willed her body to stop trembling as Morgan guided the spur to the apex of her legs. She moaned his name as the small spokes traveled around the delicate flesh surrounding her moist opening, then pressed her head tightly against Morgan’s chest as he turned the utensil so that the base of her bud slipped perfectly between the two sharpened prongs.

He removed the pressure of the device just as it became too much, and as Helena released a breath, she felt his fingers quickly replace it.

“My, my, you are simply soaking, Helena,” Morgan taunted, his fingers expertly teasing her dripping petals.

She gasped as his left pointer finger slid between her slick, tight walls, and she felt a ripple of pleasure ebb through her as he began to gently thrust and rock and his hand. Her lashes fluttered shut at the pleasure, and she whimpered in protest when he pulled his hand away far too soon for her liking.

Helena felt her body melt into his as he began to tease her nipple and her steamy entrance simultaneously.

“Do not close your eyes,” he commanded hoarsely. “Look at how wet you are for me.”

Helena felt her eyes fly open and her cheeks burst with heat as she saw the evidence of her pleasure dripping down his pointer finger and sparkling on his other fingertips.

“I want you to watch what happens to your body as it comes undone,” Morgan whispered into her ear as he brought his hand back down to her mons. Softly, he brushed his dripping fingertips to her clitoris, and her back arched immediately into the touch.”

Helena’s breaths grew heavy as Morgan continued to work her tiny bundle of nerves, and she forced her eyes open. She watched in wonder as her breath moved through her body; how certain parts of her trembled and refused to give in to her demand to be still.

“Have you ever touched yourself here, little Persephone?” Morgan asked, sliding his finger back inside of her as he worked her bud faster.

“Ah! Mmm!” Helena whimpered, shaking her head as she felt the wave growing within her reach its apex.

Morgan chuckled as he masterfully worked the tool.

“You have forgotten your words,” he taunted. “Have you never tried?”

Helena flushed at the deeply invasive question, but she knew she had to answer.

“I-I have tried,” she confessed, her nails digging into the fabric of his trousers that was bunched at his hip. “B-but I c-cann-not seem to find the right t-touch.”

Morgan flicked his wrist, causing a sharp but dizzying pleasure to shoot through her groin, and Helena cried out as she strained to keep herself still.

“Follow my touch,” Morgan ordered, moving his hand rhythmically back and forth, up and down. “Next time you try, you will think of this; you will think ofme,and when you release, you will call my name. Understand?”

Pleasure burst through Helena’s body as her building orgasm suddenly broke through its invisible dam. A loud, pleading cry left her lips as she felt tears fill her eyes and a flood of juices erupt between her legs. Morgan tossed the spur away, his fingers immediately going to the small bud he had just tortured and rubbing it hard and fast.

Helena felt her body lift up and then buck wildly against Morgan’s hand as the new pressure restarted her orgasm, and she felt another rush of pleasure engulf her.

“You will say my name next time,” Morgan commanded, covering her mouth as he nipped at her ear. Yes?”

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