Page 71 of A Kingdom of Lies

“Remove your shirt,” he commanded.

I did as he wanted, tugging the clothing from my back with clumsy, nervous hands. Discarding my shirt upon the floor, I felt somewhat self-conscious, a feeling I wasn’t familiar with. Duncan was built like a man, thick and strong in every sense of the words. Etchings of muscles covered my body, but I was slimmer and shorter.

He didn’t seem to mind.

Duncan took his time, eyes drifting over my hardened nipples and taut stomach. Wherever his eyes dusted across, I felt them like a whisper of an unseen touch. He lifted a finger, running the coarse tip of it across the scar upon my chest. Twisted skin, left from the burn of Althea’s touch as she had cauterised the stab wound Tarron had given me. I waited for him to say something, ask what had caused it. Then again, I didn’t question his scars.

Shivers ran across my arms, the silence taut as I waited for his next command.

“If only I could taste you,” Duncan groaned, touch becoming rough as he gripped the sides of my waist. “Delicious, irrefusable, Robin.”

“You can.” My voice was small as I replied. I began rolling my hips, not caring for the ache in my knees or the moaning of the bed beneath us. All I cared for was the lump of flesh that I rode atop and the way it widened Duncan’s eyes and quickened his breathing.

“Careful, Robin,” he warned.

“Of what?” I asked, gasping as his hands tightened and he looked down to my hips with burning hunger. Mouth parted, he watched in a strange trance as I rocked upon his cock, enjoying the feeling of it pressed beneath me, a reminder of the power I held.

Duncan snapped his stare to mine, low lip caught between his teeth. Then he spoke, replied with a single word that set my skin ablaze. “Me.”

I was feather-light in his hold, ripped from my seat upon him and twisted with ease until my back was laid out across the bed. Duncan leaned over me, arms pinning me down at either side. There was no time to gasp before his mouth was back upon mine. Urgency fuelled the kiss.

My legs wrapped around his hips, and I pulled him down upon me. Nipping, biting, sucking at his lips and tongue to prove my own hunger for him. I was frantic, hands rushing up his bare, hard back. I got to his hair, grasping a handful and pulling. He was mine for the night – a few hours of pretending.

Duncan removed a hand, balancing on his other, as he fumbled with the belt upon his trousers. Silently I encouraged him, internally cheering as the belt smacked the ground and the thump of his trousers followed. By the time he broke away, bruised lips a faint blue, he was left with nothing but his cock standing proud between his legs. He was large, in every sense that mattered. In the glow of orange flame, shadows were cast across his scarred body. Muscles etched proudly, like mountains upon his skin. Dark hairs messy from the urgent spreading of my hands. And his cock. It looked at me as I looked at it. I wanted to reach for it, wrap my fingers around its warmth and pull him back to me. Instead, I studied him like a painter studied a landscape, memorising the curves, shapes and hardness of his body.

“Impressive,” I said, eyeing every inch of him – and I meanteveryinch.

My mouth filled with moisture, cheeks prickling, hands damp; my mind raced to decide what I was going to do first.

“Time we get the rest of your clothes off, I think.”

“You do it,” I commanded this time, taking control. “Undress me.”

Duncan did as I asked. He undressed me, hands tugging off my trousers, his knuckles brushing the bare skin of my thighs as he worked them down to my ankles.

As skin touched skin it felt like lightning.

Then he spoke, commanding the room as his own like the general he had worked so hard to become. “Suck me, Robin,” he demanded, hand grasping the base of his cock where he shook it with a tight fist. “Let me feel what the mouth of a king is like whilst I fill it entirely.”

One look down at his cock and I knew there was no way I’d have fit it all in. But I was going to try – I liked a challenge.

Duncan stood there as I pushed up from the bed and lowered myself down onto my knees before him.

“Have you ever had a king kneel for you?” I asked, brushing my hands up his ankles towards the warmth of his inner thighs.

“Ask me when the sun rises, and I will answer with honesty.”

Duncan’s hand worked in circles, up and down his shaft, never once taking his eyes off me. As I had with him, he studied me like a sculpture, searching for imperfections to smooth. I couldn’t help but wonder what Duncan thought, watching me as he did.

I could’ve listed the parts of myself I hated. The parts I wished to keep hidden. The way the bones of my hips pushed out through skin, or the fact my chest seemed to never have the ability to grow hair like others my age.

I pushed myself towards him, reaching forward with needy hands. “May I begin, or are you going to just glower down on me until you make yourself come?”

“Wait a moment,” Duncan said quickly, pulling his cock from my reach. “Until I give you the command. Be the good boy I know you can be.”

A nervous laugh bubbled out of me. With Erix I had always felt in control, but now… This was different, thrilling and unnerving in equal measure. Like standing on the precipice of a cliff and jumping off.

Duncan finally tore his gaze from me, looked downwards, and pursed lips as he spat upon himself. The line of spit dribbled until it graced the pink curve of his cock’s end. With a thumb he caught it from dripping to the floor, rubbing it around the tip until it glistened in the candlelight.

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