Page 8 of The Mistress
I wondered if I could make this a pleasurable experience for him as well.
Between my legs, the Duke began to move. His fingers dug into my thighs, his strokes slow and long, dragging his cock from me and thrusting it gently in again. I licked my lips, holding Reggie’s stare, willing him to respond in some way.
And my hands still fluttered over my stomach uncertainly. Until I heard the Duke’s command: “Touch yourself.”
Oh, thank God! My hands clutched at my breasts, fingers curling harshly into the skin as I tugged and squeezed. Was that a groan from Reggie? His gaze slid along my body to where I pinched my own nipples, and he shifted in discomfort.
The Duke chuckled harshly, the sound making me redouble my efforts.
Reggie’s gaze dipped farther, until Iknewhe was watching my cunny, watching another man slide into it. I was wet and willing and aroused for the Duke of Ironhenge and his dominating perversions…and Reggie knew it.
“Good girl,” the Duke hummed. “You like making your master jealous, don’t you?”
I didn’t know how to answer, but I shouldn’t have hesitated. Because in the next heartbeat, he’d reached down and caught my clitoris between his knuckles, squeezing. With a gasp at the pleasure that bordered on pain, my head popped up until I could stare down my body at him.
“I said,don’t you?” he growled, squeezing again, still thrusting slowly into me.
“Y-yes, Your Grace.”
He released me, soothing the sensitive bud with a brush of his callused thumb which made me jerk against him, then moan and press my core toward him, causing his cruel lips to curl into a mocking grin.
“My little slut likes that, doesn’t she?”
He did it again, and this time I didn’t bother hiding my whimper and the way I writhed against him, loving the way he chuckled again.
Giving in to his control, I dropped my head backward again until I could see Reggie. “Yes, Your Grace,” I whispered, holding Reggie’s gaze. He’d slumped back against the settee, his hands moving from his knees to his cock, which bulged against the trousers he’d worn to his club.
His eyes were hazy with desire, locked on the place where the Duke fucked me.
The other man, the man sliding his cock almost reverently in and out of my core, rumbled, “Look at you, slut, taking another man’s cock in your wet cunny. Your master is watching you whore your sweet little cunny out, and helikesit. Don’t you, Markland?”
Reggie’s gaze slammed upward, and I imagined him meeting the Duke’s…only to creep back down again, to where we were joined. And through it all, Reggie stroked himself through his trousers.
The Duke chuckled again. “Why don’t you join us, Markland? I’m sure this slut can take both of us.”
I barely had time to gasp before Reggie had thrown himself to his knees beside me, fumbling with his trouser buttons. It was as if I were floating out of my body,watchingas he pulled out his cock and pushed it toward my mouth.Watchingas I tipped my head backward, taking it down my throat as deep as I could, speared on both ends by these two men.
Reggie bent forward, capturing my tits, squeezing and pulling on them as he thrust into my mouth. His cock was so hard, ready to explode; I could feel it in the way his tight ballocks slapped against my forehead, a sensation I’d never experienced before.
With him pawing at my breasts like a starving man, my hands slid down my stomach, but hesitated before I reached my curls.
“Good,” crooned Ironhenge, sliding deep into me. “Touch yourself, you whore. Touch yourself for me.”
My fingers found my clitoris as I spread my legs farther, trying to take him even deeper within me. Reggie’s cock slid in and out ofmy mouth, and although my neck hurt, I tipped my head back so he could slide down my throat more easily.
But through it all…through it all, I could feel the pressure building deep within my core. I rubbed the pearl of my pleasure, teasing it gently as Ironhenge’s pace increased. I barely noticed at first, but soon, he was plunging into me, each thrust accompanied by the slightest exhale, which might’ve been a grunt.
He was fucking me so deeply I could feel him thrusting against my womb, and the knowledge that he wasowningme so thoroughly sent me spinning upward.
Or perhaps it was the difficulty breathing. Reggie’s thrustswerebecoming enthusiastic.
“Good girl,” he panted, echoing Ironhenge as fucked my mouth. “Such a good girl.”
Did he finally realize, tonight, that I reveled in the praise? Would I hear more from him from now on?
“Don’t be stupid, Markland,” the Duke spat. “This fucking slut can barely take two cocks at once. What use is she?”
I moaned, squirming against his thrusts as I rubbed my clitoris frantically. I reveled in praise? It seemed I enjoyed being degraded even more.
