Page 41 of Duke of Seduction

Nerves like cold taut lines snapped tightly throughout her languid body and caused her to tense in Morgan’s lap.

“Relax, little one,” Morgan soothed, moving his fingers up to her waist. He pressed a quelling kiss to her lips as she looked at him with questioning eyes, then added, “the door is locked. You are safe with me.”

His words were so simple, but they were precisely what Helena needed to hear to let herself sink back into the otherwise sensual moment.

“I want you to ignore the jiggling of the doorknob and the voices outside. I will not allow anyone to barge in. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Helena whispered, fighting to control her anxiety.

“That is my good girl,” Morgan praised, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he returned her gaze to the portrait. “Now, keep your eyes on the bed, and tell me what you are feeling,” Morgan whispered, returning his hand to her neck, the other moving to her left breast.

Helena whimpered with need as Morgan’s velvety voice created a deep vibration between her legs, and she felt moisture begin to gather there as his hips began to undulate slowly beneath her. Morgan suddenly and harshly pinched her nipple, sending a white lightning bolt through the sensitive flesh that made her mewl loudly.

“I am waiting, little one,” he warned, already massaging the bruised, deep pink bud.

It was such an intimate demand, Helena realized as she confronted her truth. Her cheeks flooded with embarrassment as she realized just how much of a hedonist she was.

“I feel excitement” she whispered, much more confidently than she had predicted. “I feel like I want to watch them. Like I want to witness their pleasure.”

A loud moan of gratification suddenly rose from the bed as a participant was spanked with a black leather paddle. Helena smiled wickedly, watching the blush bloom in the woman’s face before her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“And their pain,” she added, smiling seductively as she let herself sink further against Morgan’s body. She was growing more comfortable, more confident by the moment, and Morgan’s command to ignore the growing voices behind the door was creating an entirely new thrill. They werelongingfor a look at her, and her refusal to let them was only heightening her arousal.

“Such a wicked little pet,” Morgan chuckled deeply, pulling the dress away from her breasts.

Her nerves began to frazzle. Those wanting to get in were still trying, and what if they were successful? Before she could worry further, she was quickly distracted by the way Morgan’s hands cupped and covered her breasts and she became lost in his touch. He massaged them firmly but gently, expertly rolling her nipples between his fingers, tugging them occasionally until Helena’s face was buried into his neck and she was emitting continuous low, sweet moans.

“You are being as loud as they are, little one,” Morgan teased, his one hand gently tugging the dress over one breast before sliding it down her abdomen. “Look how many are searching for you.”

Helena turned her eyes back to the show and saw that Morgan was not jesting with her. Though the ones on the bed were still very much absorbed in their activities, others in the room who had just been watching were starting to look around.

“So many men wish they were me right now,” he whispered filthily, his voice spiraling her desire out of control as his fingers began to circle lazily over her dress-covered sex. “They wish they had you on their laps, their fingers coated in your juices. They wish they were the reason for your pathetic little whimpers.”

Morgan’s hand suddenly left her breast and laced around her throat, forcing her to turn her head towards their audience.

“Listen to them, little one,” he commanded, nipping his teeth along her neck as he held her by the hair with one hand; his fingers still working her swollen bud with the other. “Listen to how desperately they want to open that door and get just a tiny peek of you.”

Helena obeyed Morgan’s desire-filled voice and she felt her sheath pulse with heat. She tuned into the sound of whispering, masculine voices from beyond the locked door, their soft, insistent knocks, and the occasional twist of the steadfast knob.

“They cannot have you, though, can they?” Morgan chuckled, increasing the pressure on her clitoris.

A wicked glee filled Helena as Morgan said the words. No, they cannot. Only Morgan. And Morgan will make sure of that.

“No, sir,” she whispered, smiling wickedly as she turned her head to kiss him.

Her orgasm erupted quickly, but before she could catch her breath, he slid his glistening fingers into her mouth, massaging her tongue before entering her throat. Helena felt fire lick through her veins as she tasted herself on Morgan’s fingers, and she found herself sucking greedily on them, enjoying her taste.

“Such a good girl, baby,” Morgan groaned as he stroked her tongue, “I did not even have to tell you what to do. You just opened right up for me.”

Helena moaned around his fingers and then suckled them harder, wanting him to know just how much she was enjoying this. When he finally slipped his fingers from her mouth it was only to replace them with his tongue. His deep, possessive kiss reminded her suddenly of a favorite scene in one of her romance novels. She had felt his tongue, his fingers, his saliva; she shivered in pleasure at the memory, and now, she wanted to feel something else.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Jesus Christ, I am going to hell for this.

Morgan watched Helena slide to her knees. She had metamorphosized from an eager student to a seductive goddess capable of enslaving all man, sinner and saint alike. Every man in the room, even some of the women wanted her. Damn him if he did not love knowing that he was the only one that could have her.

For now.

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