Page 7 of The Mistress
I thought he was done with me, I’d disappointed him, I’d failed Reggie…but the Duke tossed me toward the low table that sat in front of the settee.
“Get up,” he commanded, his voice as dark as his gaze. “On your back.”
I hurried to obey, scrambling to sit on the table, making fleeting eye contact with Reggie, who sat, ramrod straight, on the settee.
When I was seated, I tipped my head back, thinking the Duke might want me to continue sucking him, but he was shrugging out of his jacket. “Here,” he barked at Reggie. “Don’t wrinkle this.”
I couldn’t tear my gaze away to see how dear Reggie jumped to do the man’s bidding. I couldn’t afford to anger the Duke any further, so I kept my gaze locked on him.
Now he was stepping closer…kneeling…hekneltby the table, and I followed him with wary gaze as he pushed his trousers and smalls down and placed a hand on each of my knees.
“Thesedon’t close for me.”
“Yes, Your Grace,” I whispered, spreading my legs so he could settle between them.
“This position. What is it called?”
I didn’t think of hesitating. “The Falconer and the Oyster,” I whispered.The woman rests with her back against a surface while her lover stands between her legs.Page…sixty-three, I believe.
The Duke grunted and reached for my wrist, pulling my hand toward his mouth. Holding my gaze, he slid my fingers between his lips, his tongue curling around the knuckles.
And I gasped as I realized he was tastingme. My cunny, my spend. The results of my pleasure.
He made a humming noise—approval? God, I hoped it was approval—as he considered me. Then he pulled my fingers free with an audible popping sound.
“Acceptable.”
Acceptable? Acceptable for what?
He planted his palm between my breasts and pushed, guiding me to lie back, and I went, full of uncertainty. I was too tall for the table—my head would dangle off if I didn’t hold myself upright. The Duke settled between my thighs, his cock resting against my curls, and I knew what he meant now.
Acceptable.
My cunny was good enough to welcome his cock.
Just realizing that, realizing what was about to happen, with me spread out before him like a feast, made liquid heat pool in my core again. He was harsh and demanding, unlike anyone I’d known before…
And I loved it.
I loved the way it made me feel, knowing I had no choice but to go along with his depravity, if I wanted to keep my home. And I needed him to know that.
I squirmed against him, spreading my warm wetness across his ballocks, my eyes squeezed shut in concentration, my hands fluttering uselessly against my stomach. I was uncertain if I should touch myself again, but I wanted him to know I was ready.
It worked. “Good girl,” he chuckled, his knuckles brushing against my clitoris as he stroked himself. “You want this? You’re ready to take your master’s cock like a good girl?”
“Yes, Your Grace,” I whimpered.
Perhaps I should have kept my eyes open, because when he thrust inside me suddenly, I sucked in a surprised breath.
Oh God, the Duke of Ironhenge washuge. I might have whimpered, and I appreciated that he didn’t immediately begin to thrust, instead allowing my body to adjust to his size. My eyes fluttered open and I allowed my head to fall backward…until I was gazing, upside-down, at Reggie.
Immediately, I winced.
Was Iallowedto look at my patron, the man I’d loved for these last three years?
But Ironhenge said nothing, and Iwaspointed directly at where Reggie sat on, his hands gripping his knees, his warm brown eyes wide with…interest.
Did Reggie like seeing me like this? My cunny absolutely stuffed with another man’s cock?
