Page 36 of The Duke's Pet

“Open your legs,” he said.

Her legs felt heavy, as iftheywouldn’t obeyher.

“Do it,” he growled.

She did, her heels dragging on the sheet and her breath hitching.

“I will not hurt you, little kitten,” he said. “Perhaps you might even enjoy my touch.”

As he delved lower, to her most intimate place, he kissed her.

For a moment she lay there, shocked at the way his tongue was stroking hers, then she kissed him back. Within seconds she was lost to the sensation of his mouth moving on hers, the taste of him, the heat of his tongue.

And then she came back to the moment as his cool questing fingers dipped lower and a new heat grew in her pussy. It was a tight longing that swelled and pulsed inside her pelvis. It was one she recognized from earlier when he’d caressed her between her legs.

She released a small moan and shifted her hips.

“There will be no pleasuring tonight,” he said. “Though it is nice to know you are responsive to my touch.”

“What... what are you doing?”

“This.” He sought her entrance and dipped the tip of his finger into it.

“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Duke. Sir... I...”

“You are tight.”

She didn’t answer. Instead she held her breath as he ventured higher.

“So tight, and yes... perfect.” He set his lips on hers again, then. “I can feel it. You are speaking the truth about your virginity.”

“What is it?” She clenched around his finger. She wanted more, for him to go higher, fill her up. It was wicked and she shouldn’t but she couldn’t help what she desired.

He pushed a little higher, but it felt as though there was a barrier there, stopping him.

“You are intact.” He withdrew, though kept his hand between her legs.

“I have never been intimate with a man.” She reached up and set her hand on his cheek, rubbing his sharp evening whiskers. “Though it feels as though I am now.”

His eyes sparkled in the candlelight. Again his sternness had gone and she saw approval, compassion, maybe even affection too. “Sweet kitten.” He kissed her again, and gently rubbed her special place, the small hard nub that gave her pleasure.

She whimpered into his mouth. How did he know that would please her so? Give her that lovely feeling of longing and then satisfaction?

“You are everything I hoped for,” he said softly. “I have changed my mind. I will touch you until you find a pleasurable release.”

She tensed. Could she? With him doing that? Watching her?

“It is my most fervent wish.” He pressed closer.

She gasped as a long, thick wedge of flesh ground against her leg. She knew what it was... his cock, hard and erect and ready for penetration.

“But I...”

“Tonight we will not have sex in the conventional sense. Tonight, this first night, I wish only to see you satisfied, and assured of my pleasure at you being here in my bed telling the truth about your virginity.”

He was rubbing her hard little nub firm in steady, small circles that created a growing pressure inside her pussy even though he wasn’t touching her there.

She clamped her thighs together, scared by the growing feeling. Would she be able to control it?

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