Page 12 of Kidnapping the Duchess
“Just one,” she says with a saccharine smile I know better than to believe. “Is it going to crush your fragile male ego when I don’t climax? Take your time considering your answer, but here’s hoping it’s a yes.”
“Believe me, Duchess, that won’t be a problem.”
Lunging at me as far as the ropes will allow, she spits her words out like venom. “Yes, it will, because you broke me, Blackstone! You’ve made it impossible for me to have an orgasm no matter how hard I try, and now I’m wound tighter than I don’t even know what, and it’s your fucking fault.”
With a growl, I pounce, pressing her back onto the mattress with my upper body and wedging my hips between her tight thighs. The knowledge that she hasn’t come even once since I touched her has my cock thickening against my leg. “I didn’t break you, baby, I conditioned you. All it took was a simple suggestion for you to give me control over when you come.
“But here’s the real kicker,” I continue, rocking my hips to press the bullet over her sensitive clit. I grin against the side of her neck when she gasps and raises her pelvis to meet my motions. “The suggestion wouldn’t have worked if you didn’t want it to, Duchess. This is more than mere attraction. This is a bone-deep need, and I know you feel it every bit as much as I do.Admit it.”
When she doesn’t immediately answer, I turn the bullet on and dry hump her, working us both into a sweaty, frenzied ball of need. But when I sense her getting close, I cut her off—no vibrations, no movement.
A feminine snarl rumbles in her chest, her need for release warring with her pride. “Fine, damn you, I admit it! I want you so badly I can’t fucking think straight. Are you satisfied?”
Blue sparks light up her eyes as she tugs on her restraints and breathes heavily. She’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen, fierce and wild at heart. And I’m just the man to tame her.
“I’ll be satisfied when I’ve made you come at least half a dozen times and you’re begging for me to sink my thick cock inside your virgin cunt.”
“I’m a royal, Mr. Blackstone. I don’t beg anyone, least of all my bodyguard.”
A lopsided grin spreads across my face. “That a challenge, Duchess?”
“Not at all.” Raising a single brow and lifting her chin a notch higher, she pins me with her best regal look. “It’s a double-dog dare.”
