Page 37 of The Duke's Pet

“No, don’t do that.” He stopped touching her to drag her legs apart again. “I need to be able to touch you unhindered.”

She squeaked and widened her legs; it seemed so brazen to do so. Especially because her pussy was warm and a little damp too.

“I know I am the first man to touch you,” he said. “And it should be something we both remember.” He was rubbing her nub harder now, stopping and starting, fast little rotations that had her hips canting to meet his hand, wanting more each time he stopped.

“I will never forget... oh, but... that feels...” She was panting now, as though she’d run across several acres of farmland.

“Good?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s good.” And it was. So much better than when she fiddled with herself down there and had the full body tremble from doing so.

“It’s supposed to feel more than good... amazing. But never fear, I can make that happen.” He kissed her again, his stubble catching on her chin.

A whimper caught in her throat as she touched the tip of her tongue to his. He was clearly determined to get her to that point where she tumbled into bliss.

On and on he worked her and kissed her.

Any embarrassment left her; instead an urgent need took over her thoughts. She pushed up against him, her heels dug into the bed, and she rose upward, searching for more pressure.

“Yes, that’s it,” he whispered, an excited tone lacing his voice.

She wriggled beneath him, her skin heating and her heart thudding. She didn’t know what to do with her hands and ended up clutching both his wrist and his shoulder, absorbing the twitches of his muscles as he worked her.

And then she was there, the pressure so intense. She’d never discussed having this incredible sensation with anyone else, yet now, here she was about to let the duke see her tumble into a throbbing climax.

She couldn’t kiss him. Her concentration was on her pussy, him touching her. If he stopped now she’d cry.

He didn’t; instead he pushed her onward until she called out against his mouth and bucked for more.

“Sir! Sir! More!”

The delicious topple into pleasure had her jerking and squirming, angling and bucking her hips up to meet his hand.

“Perfect,” he said, staring down at her, his eyes sparkling through the darkness. “You are utterly perfect.”

He took her through the final throes of her release, rubbing her almost violently to ensure every last bit of pleasure was squeezed from her. When the aftershocks abated she was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling against the sheet.

“You may sleep now,” he said, kissing over her cheek to her ear. “And dream of clouds and hills and rainbows. I wish nothing to worry you while you are here with me and under my care.”

She stroked his face again, pleased that he didn’t mind her doing so while she caught her breath. His nose was so straight, perfectly straight, and in her post-pleasured state she liked it, a lot. She liked his lips too, and how they’d kissed her so expertly.

“For I am your master,” he went on, “and you are my little pet who I will pleasure and tend to every minute of every day and night that you are here. Your wellbeing and your lessons in discipline are my responsibility. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Say it?” He lifted his hand from the sheet and tapped her nose. “Say it now.”

She smelled herself on him, her arousal and pleasure. Her eyes widened; surely he’d hate that.

He chuckled. “I can read you like a book already, it really is delightful.”

“So what am I thinking?” She frowned and wrinkled her nose.

“That the sweet scent of your pussy is in the air between us.”

She stared at him, irritated by the amusement in his eyes. Yes, he damn well could read her like a book, and that was annoying.

“Do not fret about our intimate moments,” he said. “There is much for you to learn about things that are perfectly natural.”

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