Page 39 of Duke of Seduction

“Tonight you will be my pet,” he continued in his calm, even tone as he secured the choker around her throat.

Helena whimpered as he pulled it tight and felt a lick of desire between her inner thighs.

“You will only address me as sir. You will obey my commands, stay by my side, and you willnotspeak to anyone but me,” Morgan continued, listing his rules as he pulled out two matching black velvet bracelets.

“We will primarily be viewers tonight, but Helena, youwillbe seen, and youwillbe noticed. The way you appear at my side like this — it will be inevitable that others will notice.”

Helena nodded once more, blushing at the truth of it. Even if they were to be viewers and not performers in the erotic aspect, people would see them together as they moved through the rooms. A chill of excitement raced over her shoulders as she thought of the curious eyes that would descend upon them.

I need you to hear me when I say this.”

Morgan stroked his thumb soothingly over her the bare part of her wrist and turned her chin to meet his gaze.

“No one else will touch you,” he urged calmly. “I swear it. And we will only show them whatyouwant to show them.”

Helena’s blush grew brighter as she swallowed hard.

“I do not want to show them anything,” she rasped, feeling herself beginning to tremble. I want to watch the others. But if you and I…interactwith one another,I want it to be in the privacy of our own room.”

Morgan gave her an approving smile as he cupped her cheeks and drew her mouth to his in a sweet kiss, erasing any misgivings Helena had harbored about giving him her answer.

“Very good, little one,” he praised against her lips. “I thought that was the answer, but I needed you to say it and support it for yourself. Ialwayswant the truth. Peoplewillsee you. But I will not allow anyone to touch. I promise you.”

Helena swayed on her feet as Morgan pulled away to fasten the other bracelet to her wrist.

“What if I make I mistake?” she asked weakly. “What if I embarrass myself? Or you? I have not learned much yet. What if I…what if I disappoint you?”

Morgan looked at her reassuringly.

“That will not happen,” he promised, shaking his head. “You are incredible, Helena. You couldneverdisappoint me. But, if you do not want to go and you want to take this off your list, tell me, and we will do something else. No offense taken.”

Again, Morgan had calmly left the choice in her hands. There was no hope or fear in his expression, just a steady, silent urge for her to tell him the truth.

“I want to go,” she said, and as she spoke she knew it was true. Despite her fears and inhibitions, she wanted to see what Morgan had in store for her.

Morgan smiled at her with satisfaction, and silence filled the room as he knelt to the floor with the box in hand and pulled out two matching anklets. As he fastened the final one, Morgan trailed his fingertips from her ankle, up the back of her calf, and up the back of her thigh until his hand cupped the milky skin of her firm buttocks.

Helena gasped with pleasure as he massaged his hand against her backside and pulled her waist towards his mouth.

“Are you ready?” Morgan rasped, flicking his tongue between the small openings of black beaded embroidery nestled over her warm mound.

“Yes,” Helena moaned, her knees already threatening to buckle.

“Yes, what?” Morgan rasped, running his tongue against her sex a second time, wetting the sheer fabric.

“Yes, sir. I am ready,” Helena breathed as she felt her body relax into Morgan’s hold.

With effort, Morgan pulled himself away from Helena, and then cloaked her in his warmest black fur cape. The dress was merely an ensemble of artful beading and silk string; it could not even be defined as a fabric and would provide no warmth during the carriage ride.

Once he had her nestled inside the carriage, he handed her a mirror and a small bag of cosmetics and asked her to paint her lips and eyelids black as she had done before. When she had finished, he took the dark rouge and rubbed it onto her cheeks until it was exactly the shade he desired.

Pleasure simmered in his loins as Helena relinquished her control to him. It was becoming much too addicting and he needed to snap himself out of it. That was what tonight was for. He needed to remind himself, as much as he needed to remind Helena, that she would someday soon be seen and wanted by another.

The dark specter of jealousy from earlier began to inhabit Morgan as the carriage pulled up to the newest location of theDevil’s Masquerade. He swallowed hard and did his best to push it away. They had built a fantasy world where Helena was his, but that was all it was. A fantasy. She would soon be another’s.

“Is everything all right?” Helena asked.

Morgan felt her soft fingers against his arm, and he forced himself to smile as he pulled on his black matte fox mask.

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