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Something wet and hot slides over the marks he left on my stomach, soothing. It’s his tongue. He’s bent over me, so warm, licking his way up my body. Each stroke unwinds something in me. I’m melting beneath him.
He kisses my neck, still carefully stroking my breasts. I’m trembling. I want more. The barest hint of teeth on my skin pulls another moan from me. His lips are soft, his tongue is forceful, and the mix is heaven.
There’s an ache between my legs, a void that begs to be filled. I feel like I’ll go mad if he keeps tormenting me like this. “Please, sir, please fuck me,” I say.
“Is that what you want, pet? You want my cock?” His voice is right in my ear, so deep it’s almost a purr and it stokes the fire in me to new heights.
“Yes, I want your cock inside me, please.” I plead.
He sits up and the lack of him is nearly intolerable. “I don’t know. I don’t think you’ve asked prettily enough.” He twists one of my nipples, just on the edge of pain. “Is you wanting something enough of a reason for me to give it?”
“I don’t just want it, I need it, please, sir. I need your cock.” I barely know what I’m saying. I never thought I could talk like this. But every word is true. I feel like I’ll die without him.
“Better. But what about my pleasure? You forget your place.” He pinches tighter and I whine at the pain.
I want the soft touches back, want satisfaction after he’s built me so high. I don’t care if he thinks he’s better than me, I’ll say anything. “I’ll be good for you. I’ll make you feel so good, be a good girl. Please, please, please.”
He brings his face back down to mine, chasing the cold away. “Good girl,” he breathes, and my thighs clench. I think those are two of my favorite words now.
I feel his fingers at my entrance again, stroking instead of prodding. They move easily, slick with my juices. I can’t believe how wet I am.
Something replaces the fingers, something large, pressing into me. His cock is hard and impossibly hot. The stretch of just the head burns.
I whimper again. He takes one of my breasts in his mouth and I gasp in pleasure. “Good girl. You can take it. Just relax.” His voice distracts me from the pain, melts me all over again.
He pushes in, inch by inch. It aches, but it also satisfies the need that’s been driving me crazy. I had no idea it could feel like this.
My body slowly opens to him, like I’m being molded to fit, like no other cock will ever be able to satisfy me. Being filled up like this feels right. Feels like what I was made for.
“That’s it,” he says, still kissing along my chest, occasionally nipping at my collarbones. “Take it all. Just like that.”
It’s almost tender, sweet, like we’re making love and not just fucking. But that has to be my imagination, wishful thinking. I’m his pet. Nothing more.
I feel him pull back, starting to slip out, and I wrap my legs around his waist without thinking. I need to keep him inside. “No, stay inside, I need you,” I say.
“Greedy, pet.” He bites my neck. “I’m going to fuck you now. Just try and hang on.”
He begins to move, slow at first, in and out. The burn fades to nothing and a pressure starts to grow inside me, stronger and stronger as he speeds up. I keep him as close as I can with my thighs, eyes shut in ecstasy.
“Look at me,” he says, voice rough.
Our eyes meet. For the first time the gray seems warm, alive. There’s something different about his face. The words that spring to my mind don’t make any sense. ‘Soft’. ‘Fond’. Whatever it is, it makes him beautiful.
Warmth blooms in my chest, loosening my muscles. I can breathe again. I almost laugh at the euphoria that sweeps through me. Instead, I moan, loud and long, my walls contracting tightly around him as my orgasm hits me.
I ride wave after wave of it, gushing around his cock. His eyes stay locked on mine the entire time.
Just as I’m winding down, he pulses inside of me, a choked cry escaping him as he spills his seed. It renews my own pleasure and for a moment, we’re coming together.
He pulls out of me and this time I let him. I’m satisfied. More than satisfied. I can barely keep my eyes open. He leaves and I hear the sounds of running water in the distance. They lull me to sleep.
12
CARMICHAEL
The night has flown by me as I lay awake, trying to cast out the memories of last night. To think of her touch, moans, cravings for my touch, awakens a state in me I cannot afford. Weakness is not something a Duke can possess in these times of strife. A throne was to be had, and I cannot have a human hold me back from my rightful title.
She was nothing before. A human, a servant creature cuffed to my commands. I commanded her, and she obeyed. That was the law, and my perception, until now.
