Page 48 of The Duke's Pet

“So make sure, little kitten, you’re not having those thoughts.”

“I’m not... Sir.” His cock in her ass! She really needed to watch her step, take care around this man who’d somehow guessed her intentions with the pheasants and had alarming ideas of his own about what was proper and decent. “Really, I would never steal from you. I promise.”

He hesitated, then said, “Good. And now we will go.” He released the tail and opened the heavy door. It creaked as he pulled it wide.

The sunlight was dazzling and Jemima blinked as her eyes got used to it. She set the flat of her hand over her pubic hair and her other arm over her breasts.

“No more shyness.” He tugged the arm covering her chest. “This is my home, and I have already assured you that it is quite free from prying eyes. Well apart from the wildlife, but I suspect they will forgive your nakedness.”

“It feels strange to be out here in this state of undress and with... with a tail.”

“I’m sure it does, but you’ll get used to it.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her down the steps.

The cool air breezed over her skin in places it never had before and the tail swayed against her legs. She darted her attention down the drive, then to the left and right of the house.

A hare lifted its head, stared for a moment with big brown eyes, then hopped out of sight.

“We will walk to the grotto,” he said. “I wish to show you the architecture.”

Jemima wasn’t sure if she was the kind of girl to appreciate the architecture of a grotto or really knew what one was, and in this state, she didn’t think it was a great time to find out. But it was clear complaining would get her nowhere, and might even get her something she really didn’t want.

The duke steered her onto the grass to avoid the gravel underfoot, and they made their way west toward the line of trees she’d been looking at in the study, when he’d inserted her tail.

As they walked farther, the breeze blew a little stronger. It caught the tail and tugged it out behind her. She felt the plug shift and squeezed his forearm, where hers was linked with his.

“Are you quite well?” His softness had returned, as though the outdoors had mellowed his mood.

“Yes, it’s the tail... it’s heavy, I suppose.”

He smiled. “And you are enjoying it?”

“Am I supposed to, Sir?”

“I’m enjoying seeing you wearing something I have insisted upon, placed inside you and yes, you should be getting a pleasant sensation from having it there.”

“It wasn’t something I was expecting when I came here to Hillcrest.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure it wasn’t, but I’ve never been accused of being predictable.”

“I’m sure you haven’t.”

“And I get the feeling you haven’t either.”

“I would say my life has been very predictable, for the daughter of a poor farming family.”

“Ah, that is your life that is predictable, not you.”

“Is there a difference?”

He halted and turned to her. “Yes, a great difference.” He tapped the tip of his finger to her temple. “I believe you have many thoughts.”

“Perhaps, but I am not a thinker the way you are. I didn’t even go to school.”

He turned and started walking again, his palm covering her knuckles as she held the crook of his arm. “It would not hurt you to learn to read, I am a believer in that for modern women.”

“You are?”

“Indeed. There is so much to do in this world of ours and men need all the help they can get. If there are deep thinking women, then that is something we should take advantage of, not be scared of.”

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