Duke I’d Like to F…

by Sierra Simone

  “Yes,” he replied, his voice turning implacable. “At once.”

  Ada shifted on the chair and squeezed her thighs together against a pulse of fierce arousal. One more step. Just one more, and she would know what it felt like to have a man’s hands on her naked body, his cock deep inside her…to sing like a nightingale in bed.

  Do it. Do it.

  Her fingers gripped the paper tighter, causing it to rustle. “I should like kisses,” she said slowly. “Not only on my lips, but everywhere. My neck and breasts and, ah, between my legs. If you are willing.”

  Gilroy smiled, perhaps the most sinful smile ever seen in England. “Oh, I am most willing. Please do continue.”

  Emboldened, Ada read the next line. “I understand the best way to prevent conception is for you to, er, spill on my belly. Is that agreeable?”

  “Quite.”

  “I should also like to try bedding with the assistance of…accessories.”

  For the first time, the duke hesitated. “What kind of accessories?”

  Ada bit her lip. The more Ruth and Martha had talked of their treasure chest the more curious she had become to try some items for herself. A man of great experience like Gilroy would surely know of such things. “A blindfold, a quill feather, and oil that is massaged into the skin. Oh yes, and also...um…a little dildo for my, er…backside.”

  His eyes widened, and he sat back in the chair, tapping the quill against his chin. “You continue to surprise and delight. I myself enjoy using accessories on a lover, so can easily source those items.”

  At further confirmation Gilroy was indeed the perfect choice for a pleasure tutor, the last of Ada’s inhibitions melted away. “You know, it is quite lovely that I can speak so freely about intimate matters without judgment.”

  He shrugged. “Our tastes coincide; it is harder if they don’t. When you mentioned accessories, I feared you might want to be spanked, whipped, or led by a collar about your neck. While others greatly enjoy elements of pain to enhance their bedsport, it isn’t my particular preference.”

  Ada shook her head. “Nor mine.”

  “But if I understand correctly, you would like to be teased until you beg?”

  Heat scorched to her aching center. She whimpered. “Yes.”

  Gilroy leaned forward. “How do you feel about explicit talk?”

  “Do you mean words like fuck or pussy? I’ve heard those are used sometimes.”

  He blinked, then nodded. “That is precisely what I mean. For some, using words like fuck, pussy, cock, or cunt in the privacy of the bedchamber adds to the occasion. Others do not care for it.”

  Ada squared her shoulders. “I should like that,” she replied firmly, unwilling to pretend she needed convincing. She wanted wicked play and wicked talk, and with Gilroy, felt confident enough to ask for it. “To be told in explicit terms what will happen, to be made to beg for it, and then for those acts to be done to me.”

  This time it was the duke shifting in his chair, and he wrote so fast the quill near flew across the parchment. How thrilling to know her words affected him as much as his did to her.

  “We have one final aspect to confirm, Mademoiselle Employer. Payment. A shilling for each occasion, yes?”

  “I am now aware that is ridiculously low—”

  “Fortunately, I possess a few other income sources,” he said with a very ducal eyebrow quirk. “But in the boundaries of this contract, we both win. I bed a beautiful woman, you pay so you are in control. Sign here…and I am entirely at your service.”

  Not hesitating for even a second, Ada took the quill and added her signature.

  There. Done. The Duke of Gilroy was now officially her lover for a month.

  Let the wicked pleasures begin.

  He was a pleasure tutor in the employ of a village virgin. For a shilling.

  Jasper stared in bemusement at the contract as he blew on the ink to assist in drying. The London scandal rags would dine on such a story for weeks, and his family would stalk him like Bow Street Runners for more details, but that paled in comparison to the delights ahead.

  Ada Blair would soon be in his bed. A virgin, yes. Unawakened, certainly. But he suspected a lusty, adventurous soul lurked under the prim exterior.

  No, more than suspected. He knew. For Ada had confessed as much.

  I should like that. To be told in explicit terms what will happen, to be made to beg for it, and then for those acts to be done to me.

  Christ, he’d nearly come in his trousers at the decisive words. He couldn’t wait to give her exactly what she needed.

  “Shall we retire?” he asked.

  “Please,” she said huskily.

  “First we’ll get you undressed. Come over to the daybed and I’ll act as lady’s maid. Do forgive my lackluster attempt at making the bed, though. A good thing I’m a hired lover, not a chambermaid.”

  Ada’s gaze was soft. “I appreciate the effort. You really are making my first time quite special.”

  Jasper coughed. “Yes. Well. Ducal standards and all that.”

  She smiled and turned around so he could unfasten the three buttons at the nape of the yellow gown. But her skin was so warm and smooth that he couldn’t help gliding his fingertips along her collarbone, upper arms, and the tops of those full breasts.

  “Your Grace,” Ada choked out. “You dare to tease me?”

  He couldn’t help smiling as she turned his own words against him. The village virgin was a pert little minx, and he liked her, damn it. “Jasper.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “My given name is Jasper. You may call me that within this cottage.”

  “Hmmm. Do many people have such leave?”

  Jasper frowned. Did anyone? His family affectionately shortened his title to Gil. Everyone else called him Gilroy, Duke, or Your Grace. He couldn’t recall offering the option to a previous lover, either. How odd. “Not many,” he replied eventually as he helped her step out of her gown and petticoat.

  “Then I am honored to accept…oh…”

  Ada quivered as he kissed her bare shoulder and neck while releasing the cords of her stays. Pleasingly, she made no move to cover her breasts as the constricting garment fell away from underneath them, leaving her clad only in a knee-length chemise.

  “Sit on the daybed, Ada,” he said, and when she obeyed, he took his time removing her shoes and stockings, giving each foot and ankle a brief massage.

  “Hurry…”

  Deliberately, he slowed his movements, tormenting himself as well as her, for the chemise only offered a shadowed outline of swollen nipples, soft belly, and thick tangle of bush between her sturdy thighs. “Do you wish to keep your chemise on or take it off?”

  Ada toyed with the ribbon at the neckline. “The way you are looking at me, I think you would like to see it off.”

  Damned right I do. ’Tis a crime to keep these curves hidden.

  “This is about your comfort, not my preference.”

  “You really wish to see me fully naked? When I possess a figure more suited to the Renaissance?”

  He didn’t dissemble. “Since the moment you walked into my library, all tall and lush and delectable. It was difficult to think of anything else when all I wanted to do was spread you across my desk and fuck you senseless.”

  She blushed, but removed her spectacles and placed them on the small side table. Next, her gaze locked with his and she tugged the bodice ribbon undone, awkwardly parting the fabric to uncover large creamy breasts tipped with pale pink nipples. Finally, she grasped the hem of the garment and slid it upward to reveal her knees. Her upper thighs.

  Christ, he was nearly panting.

  Yes, that’s it. Show me your pretty cunt.

  She smiled impishly and halted. “Shall I continue?”

  “Off,” Jasper gritted out, ready to tear the chemise from her body.

  Seconds later, the garment lay on the bed. He didn’t think he could become any more aroused, but she proved him wr
ong by leaning back on her hands and spreading her thighs just wide enough to offer a glimpse of delicate pink flesh through blond bush. Ada was already soaking wet. Even now, a heavenly spicy, musky scent teased his nose, and those tender folds glistened with honey. Pure need roared through him, and Jasper nearly tore his expensive clothing in his haste to remove it before moving forward onto the daybed to kneel between her legs.

  “Well, Jasper?” she said, arranging herself against a pile of pillows.

  He licked his lips at the mouthwatering sight. He didn’t really like his given name; probably why he’d never offered the informality to anyone. But when Ada said it in that sultry tone…

  “You requested kisses,” he rasped. “Everywhere. I must warn you, I believe in being thorough.”

  “By all means begin. Oh, wait…can I touch you in return?”

  “Not yet. Not until I’ve made you come. It is imperative you are properly ready before I take you. I’ll do my best to be gentle for your first time, but I find…”

  “You find what?”

  Jasper paused, weighing the confession in his mind. It wasn’t the sort of thing one said to a virgin, let alone a vicar’s daughter. On the other hand, Ada was rather atypical of both, and with a fledgling trust established, he didn’t want to lie. “That I am struggling against baser instincts. To fuck you rough and deep and hard, which is not at all gentlemanly.”

  She sniffed. “I do not recall any contract clause requesting a gentleman.”

  A laugh rumbled in his chest, and he found himself cupping her cheek. The pert little minx had indeed come out to play. But while he enjoyed the banter, he needed to taste that carnal mouth. At once.

  Ada’s lips were soft and warm and yielding as he coaxed them apart with his own and taught her how to kiss. But the more she gave the more he wanted, and he touched her lips with his tongue, demanding entry. She surrendered with an adorable little whimper, her hands clinging to his shoulders, and he kissed her with everything he had until she tore her mouth away, panting for breath.

  Yet Jasper gave her no quarter, instead kissing and nipping her neck, holding her close enough to tease her nipples with the wiry hair on his chest.

  “Make it stop, Jasper,” she gasped. “The ache, make it stop.”

  He slid one arm under her, arching her back. Then he swooped, capturing her right nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. Ada groaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her breast as he flicked with his tongue and scraped with his teeth until the taut peak darkened to carmine.

  “I see my lover likes to be kissed,” he rasped as he attended to her other nipple, making her cry out. “Where else would you like my mouth, sweet Ada?”

  “There,” she said, gesturing wildly between her legs.

  It took all his will, especially when his stone-hard cock ached for ease, but Jasper pulled away. Ada’s stated desire was to be made to beg and he would ensure she got her shilling’s worth. “It appears you wish to have your clitoris kissed and your cunt tongue-fucked until you come. Alas, though, you’ve forgotten the contract clause.”

  “Please,” she whispered, tilting her hips to offer him better access.

  “I cannot hear you.”

  “Please.”

  “Be specific, and I’ll grant your desire.”

  Ada moaned, her gaze feverish with excitement. “Please kiss my clitoris. And…and fuck my pussy with your tongue until I come all over it. Please, Jasper.”

  Who could deny such a pretty plea?

  In one sinuous movement Jasper maneuvered down the bed.

  “Very well.”

  People had looked at her a variety of ways in her life: dismay, pity, bafflement, sometimes gratitude or fondness. But never with raw hunger.

  Until now.

  Jasper’s eyes glittered like sapphires as he curled an arm around each of her thighs, holding them open. “Watch me pleasure you,” he growled. “I’ll stop if you don’t.”

  Ada could only nod. But when he lashed her clitoris with his tongue, her sharp cry echoed in the small room, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. Thankfully he didn’t stop; indeed, Jasper was merciless with his lips and tongue as he feasted on her pussy. It was far too much, and yet at the same time, not nearly enough.

  “I need more,” she whispered.

  Slowly, gently, he pushed a finger inside her while fluttering his tongue against her clitoris, making her writhe. “You taste so good, Ada…I can feel your tight little cunt rippling around my finger…yes, that’s it, come for me. Give me all that sweet honey. Now.”

  As though waiting for such a command, Ada orgasmed. Her back arched, her hands gripped the expensive sheets, and she screamed as waves of ecstasy buffeted her whole body. Good heavens! No wonder lovers ignored the dictates of society and the church and risked all for pleasure. What could possibly compare to that?

  “Gracious,” she stammered eventually. When Jasper didn’t reply, but continued to rest his forehead on her inner thigh, Ada reached down to stroke his hair in gratitude.

  Unexpectedly, he tensed at her touch. “Don’t.”

  “Jasper? What is the matter?”

  The duke finally looked up, agonized desire on his face. Farther down, his engorged cock bobbed against his flat belly, the swollen head dripping with pearly moisture.

  “Forgive me,” he muttered. “I—”

  “Take me,” she said, needing to be one with him, to enjoy that last act long denied her which would also ease his suffering.

  “Are you sure? I told you how it would be.”

  Ada nodded. “I wish you to take…no, I wish you to fuck me. Please.”

  Jasper exhaled audibly. Then he repositioned himself on the daybed so one forearm rested beside her breasts, and his other hand slid down to grip his cock. When he rubbed the head against her slick labia they both moaned, and desperate for more, Ada tilted her hips in an attempt to lure him inside her.

  “Teasing me again,” he bit out. “Wicked minx.”

  “Yes,” Ada agreed, delighted how he could be both playful and stern. “What are you going to do about it, Your Grace?”

  His reply was to penetrate her pussy with his thick cock. Even as a brief stinging pain and overwhelming feeling of fullness made her eyes water, Ada wanted to cheer. At long last, a virgin no more!

  When buried to the hilt inside her, Jasper paused. Seconds later, he began to withdraw.

  “No!” said Ada clutching his shoulders. The pain had vanished; her body had stretched to accommodate his size; surely he wouldn’t stop now.

  But he completed the movement before thrusting back in, and she cried out in delight. Oh. That was how it proceeded. Delicate retreat followed by ruthless advance.

  “See?” Jasper said, smiling faintly. “You are too impatient.”

  “I have much to learn.”

  He reached down to curl his fingers around her thigh and nudge it upward. “I’ll teach you. Wrap your legs around my waist, Ada.”

  It took a moment to wrangle her limbs into the new position, but when the duke sank even deeper inside her, they both gasped. This felt as good as his talented tongue, and when he circled his hips and ground against her sensitive clitoris, Ada bucked beneath him.

  “More,” she pleaded.

  “Oh, you like that, sweetheart?” he said, bending his head to suck her nipples. “You like my cock buried in your tight cunt?”

  Sweetheart?

  “Please,” Ada sobbed at the tiny jolts of pleasure, locking her hands around his shoulders to hold him closer, needing this man to make her come more than anything in the world. “Please, please, please.”

  Jasper thrust harder and faster and abruptly she reached that wondrous pinnacle again. An abandoned scream tore from her throat as her inner walls gripped and released his cock in an orgasm even more powerful than the first. Seconds later, with a low roar, he yanked his cock from her pussy to spurt his seed across her lower belly before rolling onto his back beside
her, gasping for breath.

  Stunned, all Ada could do was stare at the ceiling. Not even in her wildest dreams had she contemplated bedding being like that. Exhausting. Consuming. Overwhelming.

  Oh no.

  Tears threatened and she dashed a hand across her eyes, but the wretched moisture kept trickling. Worse, she sniffled.

  “Ada?”

  “I’m quite well,” she mumbled, waving a reassuring hand.

  “Tears imply otherwise.”

  The words were light, but carried an underlying edge of deep concern. And he’d called her sweetheart earlier. Botheration. Why did she have to react like a complete twit? Who cried not because of pain or distress, but a toe-curling starburst of an orgasm?

  “Oh, hush up,” she replied, thoroughly disgruntled at herself.

  “One does not simply tell a duke to hush up, Miss Blair. It may in fact be breaking several laws.”

  Ada turned her head and poked out her tongue. “I wager no one has informed you that your jests are terrible, either.”

  Jasper’s brow furrowed. “I would say I’m cut to the core, but I’m more interested to know why you are, er, not crying.”

  “Must I tell you?”

  “Yes,” he replied firmly. “You agreed not to stifle yourself, remember?”

  “Argh. Very well. I’m not sad, or in pain. I just…I’ve waited so long and it was so good, better than I dreamed. I felt a little overcome. But instead of behaving, my eyes started trickling water and I’m most displeased with them,” she finished with an irritable sigh.

  “I see,” he murmured.

  Ada shivered as he wiped her tears with his thumb and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. The warmth in his gaze, like he wanted to hold her…

  I know it’s not in the contract, but yes you may.

  Abruptly he pulled away, swinging his legs over the side of the daybed. “Perhaps some food and drink might help?”

  Confused at the sudden distance between them, she replied, “Er…yes. Always. What did you bring?”

  “Bread and butter, fruit, and some almond pastries. Wine or lemonade to drink. I did not know what you preferred.”

  “Let me fetch—”