He pulled her towel away as his mouth drove her crazy. When she thought she’d go mad, he lifted up, put a glove on his right hand, dipped it in a jar, and rubbed his fingers together. His mouth was on her again, and a gloved finger on her bottom hole.
“No, Duke!”
He lifted his head and his gaze nearly took her breath away. “I’ll stop if you really want me to, Beautiful, but I can smell your arousal and it’s beating your fear hands down. Let me do what I want, tell me if something hurts or truly doesn’t feel good, but trust me, okay?”
Her head nodded acquiescence before she could refuse him, and she gasped as his tongue stroked her clit before moving down.
Once again, his slick, gloved finger touched near her bottom hole, but he didn’t try to push in, just rubbed around it, almost massaged the area. Eventually, she relaxed and accepted it.
Until he pushed a finger inside, and she wasn’t relaxed anymore, but he didn’t say anything as he gently pushed in while his mouth drove her crazy.
It felt good, and yet wrong, but it was Duke and she trusted him, and if she didn’t get to orgasm soon she might lose her mind.
By the time he pushed the beautiful swirled glass into her, she was used to his finger. The toy was ultra smooth, and with the oil it slid in, but it opened her a little more than his finger and she gasped just before it went narrow again.
“So proud of you, Beautiful. This one’s small so it won’t stay in without help. Need you up on all fours so I can hold it in while I fuck you.” His voice was rougher than usual, his eyes practically wolf, and Gen rolled over and went to her hands and knees without arguing.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Gen awakened the next morning and went straight to the bathroom, embarrassed at what they’d done the night before.
And yet, deliciously sore.
Duke was sitting on the edge of the bed when she returned, and she slowed as she saw the look in his eyes.
“New game this morning, Babe.” He pulled her to him, tipped her sideways and caught her as if she were an infant, then situated her on the bed, facing up.
“Hold onto the bars of the headboard.”
She lifted her arms, grasped the cool iron bars, her gaze locked with his. There was no wolf this morning, it was all Duke.
“Hold on the entire time and you’ll get unlimited orgasms until we leave the room for breakfast. Let go and you’ll have to do something to earn every orgasm I give you.”
Duke started at her breasts, his mouth worked the sides, and finally landed on her nipples. She yelped as he pulled one into his mouth, the suction strong enough she wondered if it were possible to get a hickey on your nipple.
When he finally entered her, she was holding onto the bars for dear life, and as she came for the fourth or fifth time, she begged, “Please let me hold you?”
“Mmmm. Not yet, Beautiful. Let me love you.” His finger swiped over her nipple, and she braced her feet on the bed and lifted her hips to meet him, since she couldn’t reciprocate any other way.
“That’s it, Gen. Fuck me back, let me see how bad you want it, how bad you want me.”
He made her orgasm three more times before he told her she could wrap her arms around him, and when she came the next time he pounded her even harder through the orgasm, and then growled and grunted as he finally let loose and came, looking into her eyes as he did.
He tucked her into his side, kissed her forehead and the top of her head as he said, “Love you so much, Gen. My wolf has claimed you, Babe. He sees you as my Duchess, too.”
* * * *
An hour later, Gen found herself in the kitchen with the other women. As they made bacon and eggs, Gen went to the sink and washed as the women finished with an item.
Sheila entered the kitchen, saw her, and joined her, reaching for a towel and offering to dry. Gen knew the kitchen likely wasn’t usually completely silent as the women worked, but didn’t know what to do or say.
Finally, Sheila said, “All right ladies, let’s get it out in the open. Gen’s new and she likely has no clue how you all feel.”
No one said anything, so Gen said, “How do ya’ll feel? Have I done something to make you upset with me?”
Sheila sighed and explained, “Before yesterday, only the two women who were present when you throat punched Duke knew you had weapons privileges, but there were too many here last night to keep it quiet, so now everyone knows.”
“What does that mean?” Gen asked.
“Don’t know,” one of the many skinny blonde bitches said. “No woman’s ever been given privilege before, other than the occasional woman police officer here on official business, and that ain’t privilege so much as a warrant they cain’t argue with.”