Page 42 of Duke of Seduction

Morgan groaned as Helena pressed her hands to his thighs so that she could kneel between them. His thoughts flew from his mind as he captured a fistful of her hair and yanked her up by a few inches.

“What do you think you are you doing, little one?” he demanded, resting his forehead against hers. Unable to help himself, he drew in and kissed her lips roughly before letting her answer.

“I want to taste you,” Helena answered mischievously. Morgan reveled in her total loss of shame; her confident and sinfully,deliciouslyseductive voice.

Desire pulsed through him as he saw the clear yearning in her eyes.God,he wanted that too.

“I did not hear you ask,” he scolded tauntingly, clenching his fist more tightly around her hair.

He reveled in the way Helena gasped and shivered at his touch, the way her long lashes fluttered and her brows dipped slightly at the sensation of pain. Unable to stop himself, he reached out with his free hand and cupped her breast, thumbing her hardened nipple through the small beads and webbed strings. He grew mesmerized by the way her entire body came alive with just a small stroke.

“Please, sir,” Helena whimpered, her voice full of unabashed need as she stared up into his eyes, “Let me taste you.”

Pleasure roared in Morgan’s gut. Helena had so politely,so sweetly,begged to have his shaft in her mouth. She had implored him to let her give him exactly what he had been craving for weeks.Yes.God,yes.

“Oh,I do adore the way you beg me, little one,” Morgan groaned, a wicked smirk forming on his lips before he drew her to him. He delivered another fervent, brutal kiss to her lips, then released her hair.

A shiver of excitement trailed up Helena’s spine as she slowly drew the tip of her tongue up the length of Morgan’s rigid, veined shaft. Her mouth watered as she drew in her first taste of him and savored the gentle saltiness on her tongue. Behind her she could practicallyfeelthe yearnings of the others drilling into her, but her focus stayed firmly on Morgan’s eyes.

His dark green orbs were glittering through his mask with shocking golden embers of desire as his clenched jaw moved subtly back and forth. As her mouth wrapped around him, she could feel his breath coming in low, steady pulls, and stopping in a tremble in his lower stomach.

Becoming fascinated with his shudders, Helena began to move her tongue in time with them as she hollowed out her cheeks and was rewarded with a low groan and a thrust of his hips. On his next inhale, Helena took as much of him as she could down her throat, forcing her lips over her teeth so as not hurt him as his girth craned her jaw to its furthest possible capacity.

Satisfaction filled her as she felt his silky, pulsing tip touch the back of her throat, and she felt herself gag as she pulled him even deeper.

“Christ, Persephone,” Morgan muttered, tossing his head back in the chair as his hands delved into his hair.

He tugged her closer, encouraging her to continue with her exploration, and Helena felt emboldened. She drew him slowly out of her mouth, letting her saliva flow freely until the tip of her tongue danced along the small slit at the top of his rod. A low, almost aching sound poured from Morgan’s throat as he shivered violently, and Helena felt her sex grow wet and needy as she heard it.

She sat back on her heels and caressed the tips of her fingers up the length of his engorged, throbbing, deep purple shaft. Her mouth watered as she watched him hiss and buck his hips.

“Who is the sensitive one now?” Helena teased.

The wicked taunt slipped from her lips before she thought better of it, and it was only when Morgan’s neck snapped forward and his glowing eyes sparkled with both lust and rage, did she realize she had made a grave mistake.

In a whirl of movements Morgan yanked Helena from her knees. She was suddenly splayed across his lap on her stomach, and her dress was pulled up to her lower back. She moaned loudly as his fingers slid easily into her soaking entrance with fury, hammering into her so fast that she lost her breath.

“What was that, little one?” Morgan snarled.

Helena cried out as she felt his palm sting sharply against her left butt cheek as his fingers pumped harder and faster. The pain spread like an explosion of flames, but within seconds, the sting faded into a warm, rosy pleasure that caused a gush of her juices to drip down Morgan’s wrist.

“Are you being cheeky with me?” he demanded, delivering another hard slap to her right cheek.

“Yes,sir!” she hissed back, a wickedly dark pleasure filling her as she dared to look back and smile defiantly at him.

Pleasure and rage stormed together powerfully in Morgan’s eyes as a monstrously beguiling smile spread across his lips. Suddenly the fierce pumping of his fingers ceased, causing Helena to whimper, and her breath froze in her throat as Morgan shifted her hips back, and delivered a stinging slap to her sex that was so intense her vision went momentarily white.

Helena stayed frozen, unable to decipher what was happening to the nerve endings short circuiting throughout her body. Morgan’s fingers suddenly drove inside her again, and life returned to her body, flooding her with pure pleasure as her eyes fluttered open and she let out a loud, whimpering moan.

Morgan fingered her mercilessly as he continued his spanking, delivering hard, solid blows in a rhythmic manner, pausing ever so often to massage each glowing red cheek to provide her with a measure of relief. As she lay pinned on his lap, Helena’s body had felt like it had melted, and she mutely accepted his punishment for her show of blatant disrespect.

Helena’s second orgasm of the night was quickly approaching when Morgan’s speeding fingers suddenly stopped. Helena braced for another slap against her sex, but instead, both of his hands began to massage her buttocks. She sighed in bliss as he sensually massaged the stinging, bruised flesh, believing that her punishment was complete.

Tiredly, she snuggled into Morgan’s lap, reveling in the feel of the massage as his hands kneaded and pulled her cheeks apart. She whimpered and shivered when his thumb caressed her tight ring of muscle.

“You need to apologize to me, little one,” Morgan mused, slowly circling his thumb around the taut enclosure, pressing just a little into its puckered center.

Helena was so enraptured by the new pleasure blooming within her that she almost did not hear him.

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