Page 41 of The Duke's Pet

“I didn’t want anyone to see me running around your house naked.”

“And clearly you were running.” He smiled and let his gaze trail down her body. “You are quite out of breath.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“But do not fear, I will protect your modesty.”

“I understand that, but still, it is not entirely normal to be without attire.”

“Mmm.” He tipped his head and rubbed his temple. “I was thinking about that.”

“You were?” Was he going to allow her to dress? The room was perfectly warm, a fire lit even this time of year, but she wouldn’t complain if he allowed her a chemise or her petticoat.

“Yes, there is something missing.” He moved to a drawer and opened it. From it he withdrew a shiny object that had a long fluffy golden piece of material attached to it.

“What is it?” she asked. It certainly didn’t look like clothing, or anything that would cover her up at all for that matter.

“It’s something every little kitten should have.” He held it up and the material hung tail-like to the floor. It was nearly as long as her leg.

Her mouth hung open as she realized what it was.

“Ah, I can see you like it.” He ran his hand down it as he bit on his bottom lip, studying her.

“It’s a...”

“Tail, yes, it is.” He held the top out to her. It was a smooth, pointed wedge with a small bar at the base. “And this will keep it in place.”

She swallowed. “In place where, Sir?”

“Where do you think?”

Shaking her head, she glanced at the floor. Her toes were set over a swirling green leaf patterned into the rug.

“Tell me?”

“I do not know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I am sure.” A tremor of nerves was growing in her belly. She locked her knees and clasped her hands together. She had a good idea what the duke intended to do with the plug and tail. He was going to put it in her pussy, the way he had his fingers the night before. He was going to stuff it up there so the tail hung down, between her legs, dangling much the way it was now.

“In that case, if you really do not know, I will show you.” He cupped her elbow. “This way.”

“But I...” She pulled from him. She really didn’t fancy that thing inside her. His fingers were fine, his cock even, but that...

He didn’t let go. “But you what?”

“I don’t want it.”

He sucked in a breath and a muscle danced in his cheek. “You don’t want the tail?”

“No.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t want a tail. Who would?”

“You...” His tone was low, dangerous. “Have no idea what you want or need, you hear me?”

She gulped, sensing she’d pushed him too far.

“And if you ever... I mean ever, roll your eyes like that at me again, I will tan your hide so hard you won’t sit down for a month, and I’ll pay to keep you here to make sure that’s the case by taking a strap to you every time you try to take a seat.”

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