Duke(71)
He bent down and licked a long stroke from the bottom to the top, and she groaned and pushed her hips up, but didn’t let go of her pussy lips.
“Such a good girl. Someday I’ll want you to play with yourself for me, Beautiful, but we don’t have to do everything today.”
Over the next hour, he ordered her into doggy style, then had her lie on the bed and grab her ankles, and finally had her stand and lean over the sofa in her bedroom, just to make a point. He lost track of how many orgasms his beautiful Genesis had, but when they finally both came together he saw fireworks, and knew she was in his head enough to know what he could smell once again.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Gen collapsed over the back of the sofa, sure she’d never walk again, and Duke lifted her and gingerly carried her to bed. He climbed in with her, and kissed her cheek and forehead before he tucked her into his side and let her catch her breath.
She was totally sated, and it would’ve been so easy to drop off, but her mind was spinning with questions.
When she could breathe enough to speak, she asked, “Duke?”
He kissed the top of her head and answered, “Yes, Beautiful?”
“When I found out my brother was dating someone who was probably into BDSM, I did some research, figuring he was probably into it, too, if he was with her.”
He readjusted them so they were both on their side, and pulled her closer as he asked, “Research online, or in person?”
“Oh, online. Just looking stuff up, and I watched some videos. It’s kind of messed up, and I stopped looking because I realized I’d be happier not knowing.”
Duke’s soft kiss to the top of her head had her eyes closing again.
“Nothing wrong with not being into it, Gen. I’m kind of glad you aren’t, because I’m not, either.”
“But, what we just did? Wasn’t that BDSM?”
“If you ever want me to stop doing something, you tell me to stop. We aren’t playing with safewords, we aren’t role playing. I want control in the bedroom, on my bike, or anytime there’s danger close — and I expect you to immediately do as you’re told under those circumstances. There may be some times we’re out of town in another club’s territory and I’ll need you to not backtalk me in public or at their functions, but my guys seem to be okay with you at this point, so I’m not going to try to make you conform in our own clubhouse.”
“Conform?”
His sigh told her she wasn’t going to like what came next. “We’re a male oriented club. Women fall into a couple of categories, and many of the girlfriends and wives had to come up through the ranks before they reached relationship status with a brother. You jumped straight into old lady status with the president of the club, so there’s a lot you don’t understand.”
“What categories do the women fall into?”
“Bottom of the pile are the girls who are pretty much club property. They’re allowed to hang around the clubhouse, but in exchange they’ll open their mouth or spread their legs for any brother or prospect who tells them to.” He stroked her hip. “Once you figure out who these girls are, I hope you’ll treat them with kindness. You aren’t one of them, and won’t be expected to socialize with them, but you aren’t required to be a bitch, either. I don’t know, nor do I care, what their motivation is, but they play a part in the club. As my Duchess, you’ll have to figure out your own part, where you fit in.”
“So, if you told one of them to bend over the table and lift their skirt, they would?”
“I won’t, Gen. You have to trust me. When I say I’m with you, I am.”
“You know I don’t give second chances, right? I ever catch you with someone else, we’re done. I’ll have Isaac help me figure out how to keep you out of my house, and I’ll hire someone from Drake security if I have to, but you won’t come near me again.”
“Just promise me you won’t jump to conclusions, and you’ll give me a chance to explain before you assume the worst.”
“Depends on what I see with my own eyes. I see your cock in someone? You don’t get a chance to explain shit.”
“You won’t, but you may see me with my arm around someone, or kissing them on the forehead. It’s who I am, but it’s all harmless flirting.”
“And if you saw someone with their arm around me, kissing me on the forehead?”
“It isn’t who you are, Gen. I mean, it kind of is with Isaac and Cam, but I’m good with that. I can’t imagine you letting anyone else that close, though.”