His eyes widened, but he said nothing, just opened the door wide to let me in. I stepped into the villa, my heart racing. The duke, still in his dress shirt and suit pants, stood with a silk tie hanging loose around his neck, ice blue that matched his eyes—eyes that were cold as he turned to look at me.
He checked me out, sizing me up like I was something he might or might not want to buy. Standing there in my robe and underwear, like I was not what he'd wanted.
“Pardonnez-moi, I wasn't expecting you,” he said, his voice all deep and rumbly, with a surprisingly French accent, not the Scandinavian one I'd expected.
“I—I'm sorry,” I stammered, feeling my face get hot. Great.Smooth move, Bennett.
He frowned. “I was told you were unavailable.”
I almost smirked as it clicked. They probably wanted to make sure his stay was exactly what he wanted—and apparently, I was part of the package. “I'm here for you, Your Grace.”
His eyes scanned over my body, super detached, but it still made me shiver, not gonna lie. “Turn around.”
I did what he said, feeling a weird thrill as his boss energy took over. I heard fabric moving, then gasped as he wrapped something soft around my right wrist. He pulled it behind my back, then did the same with my left.
My brain was short-circuiting as he tugged the fabric, pulling my arms tighter behind me. “On your knees.”
Oh fuck.
His voice was ice cold and demanding. It sent a shiver through me, and before I knew it, I was doing exactly what he said.
My knees hit the tile floor with a thud, and I could feel myself getting turned on. I looked up at him, feeling small, like, really vulnerable. His eyes softened for a millisecond, showing something almost human underneath all that ice. But it disappeared super fast, replaced by this intense stare that made my pulse go crazy.
He stepped in front of me, towering over me with this dominating energy that sent all the blood in my body straight to my cock. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his chiseled chest, as it hit me. He'd used his silk tie to bind my wrists.
Like, who even does that in real life?
I sucked in a breath as he undid his belt and pulled his pants down a bit, his hard cock right there in my face.
It bobbed there, eight inches of uncut, angry muscle. “Open your mouth.”
I looked up, unable to tear my eyes away from him. His blond hair framed his face like a halo. A dark angel, I thought as he grabbed my hair, pushing my head forward. I took him in my mouth, and wow—the taste was sharp and kinda primal. Salt, musk, and something that matched his fancy cologne. He felt heavy on my tongue, this weird contrast between smooth skin and rock-hard everything else. When he pushed deeper, the head hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, my eyes watering. The silk tie bit into my wrists when I pulled against it, expensive fabric that felt soft but didn't give at all.
Kind of like its owner.
But he didn't stop. He fucked my mouth with this relentless rhythm, each thrust saying “I own you right now.” The weight of him in my mouth was overwhelming, but kinda empowering too? Each inch was like a challenge, and I wanted to show him I could handle it.
His pleasure would be my victory.
But he didn't seem satisfied. “Deeper,” he growled, gripping my hair in both hands, guiding my head forward. I gasped as he forced himself further down my throat.
It was intense. The cold hardness of the tile pressed against my knees, sending numbing pain shooting up my thighs. Our sounds filled the room—his controlled breathing, my desperate gulps for air, the obscene wet noises as he used my mouth. Everything kind of blurred together, and I couldn't tell if I was into it or totally freaking out.
My body definitely had its own ideas though, getting hard even while my brain was like,what the actual hell am I doing?One minute I was thinkingthis is a job, just a job, and the next, I was weirdly getting into the rhythm he set, feeling this dumb rush of pride when I heard his breath catch.
It was too much, too intense.
A part of me, a part I barely recognized, craved this surrender, this simplicity of existing solely for someone else's pleasure.
My head was spinning from all the mixed signals I was sending myself.
The room was full of his heavy breathing and wet sounds. “Mon Dieu, oui... Yes.” The duke groaned, sounding super turned on, his grip on my hair getting tighter as he got close. “Just like that…”
With a deep moan, he pulled out of my mouth, jerking himself roughly until he came with a gasp, all over my face.
Wow.
The duke took a couple deep breaths as he stepped back and tucked himself back into his pants super efficiently. He checked his watch like he was late for something important, his face going from briefly satisfied to full-on ice prince in about two seconds flat.
