Page 5 of The Mistress
With that command, he pulled his member from his trousers, and I sucked in a breath.
It was huge—bigger than Reggie’s cock, bigger even than the man I’d been discovered with at that ball so many years ago, prompting my expulsion from Society and my downfall tothis. Big, yes, and thick.
And it made my mouth water.
Instinctively, I reached for it, but his command stopped me.
“No hands.”
Fine. I could do this. I darted a glance up at him, but his dark eyes were half-hooded as he watched me, lazily stroking his own cock.
He wanted me submissive? I would give him what he wanted.
I gathered my robe in my hands and shuffled forward, all-but-crawling on my knees until I reached him. I opened my mouth, tipped my head back, and met his gaze.
Approval flared in his eyes as he pushed his erect cock toward my lips, and I opened wider to take it.
This was a skill I’d mastered early on, because it wasn’t something my patrons expected from their wives, and they were always ridiculously grateful. For Reggie, I was sparing with my fellatio, knowing he prized the act.
With the Duke, however…
With the Duke, the actexcitedme.
Perhaps it was the way he didn’t seem ridiculously grateful; his body language told me heexpectedthis, he wasduesuch submission. I took him as deep as I could, holding him there for as long as possible before coughing slightly and pulling back.
“Good girl,” he murmured, spreading my saliva across himself with unhurried strokes.
He lifted his cock, watching me, and rocked his hips forward.
It was as if I knew what he wanted before he had to tell me. I leaned forward to take his ballocks in my mouth, and this time, his hum sounded approving.
Unable to help myself, my hands rose toward his hips to hold my balance, but he snapped, “No,” again.
My gaze darted up to his, and I knew what he saw: a harlot in green on her knees before him, gobbling greedily for his cock. His free hand stroked my loose hair. “You don’t touch me, Jocelyn. Do you understand?”
I dragged my tongue up his cock again before murmuring. “Yes, Your Grace,” as I dropped my gaze from his eyes.
Was it my imagination, or did his voice sound a little strained with his next command? “Touchyourself.”
I immediately obeyed, a sense of liberation mixing with my arousal. This was what he wanted, and I was going to give it to him. My fingers trailed down the silk of my robe, catching on the tie at my waist, and I tugged at the knot until it unraveled. The silk parted, revealing my skin to the cool air of the room, and I shivered, my nipples hardening in anticipation.
The Duke’s jaw tightened, his hand stilling atop my head as he guided his cock in my mouth, and Iknewit was with approval.
I cupped my breasts, their fullness filling my hands perfectly. I knew what I liked, what made my body respond. I began to knead them, reveling in the rough touch, my nipples already teased into stiff peaks. I could feel the Duke's gaze on me, hot and intense, and it spurred me on.
Iwantedhim to watch me, to see what a good girl I could be.
I swirled my tongue around his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his skin, feeling the velvety softness against my lips. I took him deep, my throat opening to accommodate his length, and I hummed softly, knowing when his hips bucked that he had appreciated that sensation.
His lips parted, and I paused, hoping to hear his praise. What he growled, however…
“You like it rough, slut?” His voice was gravelly, as if unused. “Are you pretending those aremyhands on your tits right now? Fucking your mouth and squeezing your tits?”
I shouldn’t be aroused by such words.
I was.
Moaning, I moved my hands lower, my fingertips tracing the curve of my waist and hips. And yes, Iwaspretending it was the Duke’s hands on my skin, the hands of a man who was more commanding, moredemanding, than any lover I’d had before. I had to resist the urge to glance at Reggie, knowing he would see the comparison in my eyes.
