Page 57 of Married to the Forbidden Duke
“Be careful there,” he managed. “It’s very tender. You don’t want to pull or squeeze them too hard.”
“But you like this?”
“Yes...” Even that single word was an effort.
Yeshe liked it when she touched him in that way. He liked the way she evidently had no inhibitions about how or where to touch him. There were so many things he liked about the way they were right now. He throbbed in her hands, and she paused to reassess him.
He had to smile, even though all he really wanted to do was thrust up between her pretty fingers. Then push inside her wetness.
“That means I like what you’re doing…” he informed her hoarsely.
“You feel…” She wrinkled her nose as she thought, giving him another experimental squeeze across the shaft. “Harder than I’d imagined.”
“You’d imagined this?”
She sent him a fiery look, and he chuckled before grunting as she ran a thumb across his sensitive head. When he throbbed again, she paused, looking at him as though questioning whether she had done the right thing.
If she wanted to keep him on the edge, all she would have to do was this. Over and over again.
“I want you to beg me,” she informed him, matter-of-fact, but there was a spark of delight in her eyes as she looked down at him.
“If you’re not careful, you’ll make a mess of me.”
She pumped her hand again, slowly, and he dug his hands into the bedsheets so he wasn’t tempted to reach for her. Somehow, he knew she needed to have full control. No hands on her. Nothing but her clever fingers wreaking destruction of his body and restraint.
“Beg for what…?”
She looked from him, lying on his back on the bed, and then to herself. She adjusted, straddling his knees, and he throbbed again. He ached for her. Needed her the way he had never needed anything in his life.
“Alice, you are killing me…”
She gave him another long, vicious stroke. “Good.”
His toes curled. “What do you want me to beg for?” he asked, words catching and faltering as she cupped him lower. “You have me in the palm of your hand. Anything you want at your fingertips. All you have to say is the word.”
“Can I—can we do it like this?”
His gaze immediately flicked to her leg, the wasted calf muscle propped at an odd angle on the covers. “Are you comfortable there?”
“I didn’t ask if I was comfortable. Can we?”
“Yes. Yes, we can. The first time—I’ve heard the first time can be uncomfortable for some women. This way, you can be in control.” His back arched as she dipped her fingers into the wetness at the head of his cock and smeared it in slow, smooth circles, just like he had been doing to her.
“Very well,” she whispered. “This is the first time for me. Tell me when you are close.” She held his gaze sternly. “I’m trusting you to do so. I don’t know your body well enough to tell for myself.”
The trust she was putting in him made him nearly weak, or would have done if there was an ounce of strength left in him. He had never been so aroused in his life. Having a woman order him around in such a way stoked a fire in him he hadn’t known held embers.
Of course, he didn’t always want to let her take charge. He had enjoyed holding her down and having his way with her just as much, but there was a time and place for everything, and he appreciated that their dynamic included both.
“I will,” he said, fighting to keep his voice steady as she increased her tempo. “But if I tell you, you must stopimmediately.”
She tilted her head, curious. “If I don’t, you might accidentally—”
“Yes.”
“I see.” She applied herself to her task, and he gazed at her through pleasure-drenched eyes, the tension in the small of his back winding tighter. As the need to spill himself rose, he held up a hand.
“Stop,” he quickly said.
