Page 77 of To Ensnare a Duke

"You may ask. I may not grant it."

"I wish to see the object of my destruction before you use it on me."

Moments go by, and for a fraction of time, I worry he hadn't heard me. But soon, his body vibrates against mine as chuckles drift from his lips.

"I've had my cock called many things, but object of destruction was never one of them. I might have to remember that for later."

Though I cannot crane my neck enough to watch his movements, I hear him shuffling around. After a bit, he stands in front of me long, thick, and proud. I study his cock, taking in the thick veins and soft looking skin. Though it's close to the drawing, I find they're nowhere near accurate enough.

But then, it's not as if I could draw any better. My talents always lay with more mental pursuits rather than art. Still though, if only I could apply pencil to paper, I'd love nothing more than to capture the magnificence of his thick shaft and ruddy head.

What I can only assume is his seed pearls at the top and drips down, ever so close to my face. The scent of him is far more potent and stronger. Cloves and sandalwood swirl around me until I'm nearly dizzy from it. Groaning, I stick out my tongue, hoping to taste what's so freely offered.

"Well now, am I so terrifying? That you wish to taste me gives me far more pleasure than I can express." He squats a bit lower and juts his hips forward until the tip of him hovers at my lips.

Without even thinking, I lap at the small slit, taking his seed into me. It's far more decadent than I could have imagined. When talking with the girls, they never spoke of this. Perhaps it's far more intimate than they were willing to share.

I close my eyes and groan as I taste him. It's a flavor without a name, something I have no means of comparing. The bitter notes dance about my tongue like the aftertaste of the darkest chocolate mixed with the bitterness of coffee. Somehow, the tang of salt brings it all together as one.

"Bloody hell," he groans, shifting his hips back and forth.

Wrapping my lips around his tip, I latch on and suckle, drawing more of his seed into me. It's an obsession I never thought to have. I want more. More of him, more of his seed, and more of his rough touch as he tells me how naughty I've been. Because, honestly, I've never felt more naughty, more wanton than I do now.

"That's enough," he hisses, pulling out of my mouth. "I still intend to punish you and would rather not have to wait for my body to recover from your innocent questing."

I blink at him, still unsure of what he means, but he doesn't elucidate. Instead, he strokes himself in front of me, taunting me as even more bits of seed tip out onto his fingers. "Do you still find me terrifying?"

"In truth, I thought you would be far bigger."

He stops, his hand pausing mid stroke. "What exactly were you expecting?"

Blast. I could curse my mouth for opening. Why couldn't I have just admired his length and be done with?

"I'm waiting. What did you expect? What nonsense did the wives fill your head with? Or am I not the first you've seen?"

"I… I…"

"I… I… I'm waiting." He plants his hands on either side of his hips, his erection bobbing as he scolds me.

"You are the first bit of male flesh I've laid my eyes upon," I hedge, circumventing the actual truth. "In truth, I've never laid eyes on a human phallus before."

He narrows his eyes. "Human phallus is very specific. But I suppose you could have surmised my aptitude from horses or other livestock."

I sag against the bed and relief flows into me. "Quite right, Your Grace. Compared to a stallion, you are quite adequate."

"Adequate." The word is mumbled under his breath, but I don't miss the layer of aggravation there. "I'll show you adequate."

He walks around the bed until he's back behind me. Now that I know what he personally looks like, I can picture him stroking himself as he studies my bottom hole. Though not as enormous as the drawing led me to believe, he's still far larger than the apparatus he forced me to open myself up with.

The fear that he will split me in two is still there in the back of my mind, threatening to make me fall apart. Even as he slides who knows how many fingers past the tight ring, I tense, not knowing what's coming next. Again, something the others didn't talk about.

Maybe I'm the only one who has to take it this way. If the others go by the edict that naughty girls get taken in the back entrance, then maybe they're just far better than I am. Tears wet my cheeks as he prepares me for my punishment.

It's not that I try to be naughty. Naughty just seems to happen to me for some reason. I wish I knew how to be graceful, dainty, and boring. But that's not me. My soul longs to fly free, to try things, to learn by doing, even if society says it shouldn't be so.

No and don't are the most thrilling words in the world to me, but mostly because I know fun is attached to those words. Maybe something is amiss in my brain. That which I ought not do, I find myself inexplicably drawn. And that which I'm supposed to do, I find to be the most dull.

"Your tears will not save you, but they are appreciated all the same."