Page 60 of To Ensnare a Duke

Even if I want to, I can’t reject him. The need is far too great. Shame heats up my face as I lie back, letting my legs dangle off the bed. If only I wasn't such a wanton. If only I could resist him. If only… And yet, the moment his fingers skim my thighs, a soft moan escapes my lips.

"I'm still of a mind to not actually touch you until our wedding day, but I suppose you can touch yourself. Where is the dilator you've been using?"

The heat in my cheeks burns even hotter as I motion toward the privy. "It's wrapped in a dark cloth and wedged in the corner where none will easily spot it."

"When I come back, I expect your skirts to be lifted and your fingers spreading out your pretty pussy so I can gaze upon it."

"You wish to look at it? But why? Is it all that wondrous?"

He leans forward and winks before giving me a kiss that leaves me breathless. "Yours is the prettiest I've seen and the only one I wish to devour."

"Devour? That sounds… Well that sounds positively primal. You mean to eat my flesh?"

"Ahhh. Such innocence," he chuckles. "I guess you shall see on the morrow."

Without further elaborating, he heads into the privy, leaving me to obey him. My fingers fly over the fabrics as I lift and tug, pulling them out of the way. I slide up further onto the bed so I can plant my heels and spread my thighs, just as he commanded.

"So wet and needy, aren't you?" Portswell holds up the small vial of lubricant. "We won't be needing this, will we? Your sweet nectar is all that I require to ease this into your tight back hole."

His fingers skim my heated flesh, tormenting me all the more. "Please, Your Grace. Just relieve me already. I cannot stand any more of your teasing."

"Your body will take everything I give it and beg for more, is that clear? As my engaged, you belong to me. Your heart, your soul, and your body are mine to tease and torment as I see fit. But since you begged so nicely, I suppose I can give in."

With a soft groan, he takes the cold glass and slides it through my slick, heated flesh. The contrast feels divine. Tossing my head back, I let my legs fall open on either side, giving him easier access to my body. He twists and turns it, teasing my clit with each pass until the familiar coil thrums through my body.

"Please," I beg again. "I'm so close to releasing. Just a few more strokes and I'm done for."

"In that case, let's see how well you can obey me. Either way, you will get your release, so have no fear of that." He pulls the glass away and notches the tip at my back entrance. More arousal gathers and slides down, coating his hand. "Such a good little anal whore you are for me, aren't you? God, but you're practically dripping, and I haven't even impaled you yet."

The heat in my face grows worse at his praise. Should I take pleasure in his words? I cannot tell if he means them well or not.

When he pushes forward, however, all thoughts scatter as pleasure floods my system. Even when I do it to myself, it doesn't feel nearly as good. It must be the fact that I am giving into him and allowing him to touch me so that makes my insides twist and turn.

"That's my good girl," he rasps out. "You're taking it so well. I can't tell you how pleased I am with how much of this you can take. Your arsehole is just swallowing it up as if it were my member easing into you."

His words mean nothing to me, but his praise is like a balm to my soul. I can hear his admiration now as he stretches me wide. Knowing I please him makes something shift, something deep and fundamental.

I do want to please him. I want to be in his good graces and delight him. A duchess. His duchess. The thoughts flood my brain, all of them bouncing around like feral birds in search of a good puddle to frolic in. It's almost too much.

His hand rests on my thigh, grounding me, as the base of the dilator grazes my back hole.

"I need you to breathe for me, love. Think of nothing else but the sound of my voice."

"I- I'm trying."

"Here, allow me to assist." He walks over to where my head rests on the bed and loosens his cravat.

For some reason, just seeing that motion makes everything tingle with need. There's a gentle lethality to his movements, like a predator waiting for the first chance to pounce.

"Our time is drawing short," he murmurs as he wraps the fabric about my eyes, robbing me of my sight. "I hate that this interlude will be so swift. Once we're married, however, it will be far different from this. I promise you. Now, just listen to my voice."

Robbed of my sight, I find I'm able to concentrate fully on him. I hear his steps as he walks back toward the end of the bed. His breath comes in harsh grunts as he shifts about. Other sounds greet my ears, but I do not understand them. The rustling of fabric, perhaps?

"You're doing so good for me," he groans softly, his hot breath washing over my clit. "God, but I cannot wait to taste you. I bet you are just as divine as I imagine. Now stroke yourself. Touch your slickened flesh so that I may lap it off of your fingertips."

My body burns as I lower my hand, doing as he commands. I still feel his breath, hot and heavy against me. I touch myself, arching up as pleasure surges through my body. My back hole clenches around the thick girth of the dilator, flooding me with even more exquisite agony.

"Just like that. Touch your needy clit. Feel how firm it feels under your fingertips. How engorged you are."