Page 4 of The Mistress (Dirty Little Harlots #2)
My fingers found my clitoris as I spread my legs farther, trying to take him even deeper within me. Reggie’s cock slid in and out of my mouth, and although my neck hurt, I tipped my head back so he could slide down my throat more easily.
But through it all…through it all, I could feel the pressure building deep within my core.
I rubbed the pearl of my pleasure, teasing it gently as Ironhenge’s pace increased.
I barely noticed at first, but soon, he was plunging into me, each thrust accompanied by the slightest exhale, which might’ve been a grunt.
He was fucking me so deeply I could feel him thrusting against my womb, and the knowledge that he was owning me so thoroughly sent me spinning upward.
Or perhaps it was the difficulty breathing. Reggie’s thrusts were becoming enthusiastic.
“Good girl,” he panted, echoing Ironhenge as fucked my mouth. “Such a good girl.”
Did he finally realize, tonight, that I reveled in the praise? Would I hear more from him from now on?
“Don’t be stupid, Markland,” the Duke spat. “This fucking slut can barely take two cocks at once. What use is she?”
I moaned, squirming against his thrusts as I rubbed my clitoris frantically. I reveled in praise? It seemed I enjoyed being degraded even more.
“See?” Ironhenge huffed what might have been a chuckle. “She knows her worth. Knows she’s a stupid whore who needs all her holes to keep her masters satisfied.”
Yes .
Oh God, yes . I opened my mouth wider, moaning around Reggie’s cock, pressing the heel of my palm against my pelvis and arching into the men’s touch.
“Jocelyn!” Reggie suddenly cried, his hands spasming around my breasts as he jerked.
With his cock halfway down my throat already, it was easy to swallow as he came, thrusting against my face.
I gulped down his seed, praying he would finish soon so I could breathe, with my nose pressed against his ballocks and his cock blocking my airway…
I coughed, spewing some of his cum from the corner of my mouth as he pressed closer.
“Oh, God, Jocelyn,” he groaned, collapsing over me.
Ironhenge hadn’t paused in his thrusting. “Let the slut breathe, Markland,” he snapped, and I had another reason to be grateful to him as Reggie slumped to the floor beside me, his shoulder near enough I could rest my head on it, giving my neck the support I needed as I coughed up more of his seed.
He stroked my hair in a sated sort of way as the Duke continued to pound me.
“You think you’re done, whore?” he growled, his hold on my hips tightening to almost pain. “You could take one load, but two?”
“Yes, Your Grace,” I moaned, writhing beneath him, my cunny throbbing in time with his thrusts. “ Please , Your Grace. Give me your cum.”
Another dark chuckle. “Good girl. Such a good little slut, taking both of your masters’ loads. I should come in your cunny.”
I moaned again, not sure if I was agreeing or not. I was barely coherent, my pleasure so heightened, my release so close, I squeezed my thighs together, panting in desperation.
“No,” he barked, and my gaze flew to his hard glare. “You don’t come until I give you permission.”
Oh God, how was I supposed to—? I whimpered, my hands freezing, my entire core teetering on the brink of climax.
In that pause, I could feel Reggie’s breath on my cheek, feel his warmth at my back, and knew I’d made him proud.
Then the Duke of Ironhenge dropped his chin, as close to approval as he would give.
“But I know a slut like you needs to come on my cock, don’t you?”
“Please, Your Grace,” I whispered raggedly, my hips gyrating in desperation on his cock, trying to capture the sensation without my fingers. “Please.”
“Please what?” he barked, as still as a statue, his fingers digging harshly against my skin.
Whimpering in need, I swiped my tongue across my lip, catching the last of Reggie’s cum and pulling it into my mouth. I saw Ironhenge’s gaze drop to my lips.
“Please, Your Grace,” I murmured as seductively as I could. “Please let me come on your cock.”
“Yes.” He began to move again, slowly thrusting into me instead of the violent plunges of a moment ago. “I give permission for my little whore to come on my cock.”
How did he know this is what I needed? This movement, those words?
I dropped my head back, rubbing my clitoris frantically, and sent myself spiraling over the edge of oblivion.
With a wail, I came on the Duke of Ironhenge’s cock.
His thrusts slowed until I was the one writhing against him, trying to hold onto the pleasure as long as possible. When I finally opened my eyes, my breathing ragged, it was to see him watching me with that dark, hooded stare.
I hoped he approved.
Dear God , I hope he approved.
“Good girl,” he finally murmured, and I swear, my pleasure spiked again . How had my body become so attuned to this man—this terrifyingly arousing man?
But in the next moment, the Duke pulled his cock from my cunny, his hand wrapped around the base as he bent forward, reaching for me. Instinctively, I pushed myself upright, and he was able to twist his fingers through my hair.
When he yanked me toward him, I went eagerly, sliding from the table to land on my knees in front of him. He thrust himself to his feet, stroking his cock, spreading my wetness across it.
I opened my mouth, thinking that he wanted to come down my throat as well…
But instead, he pulled me closer, pressing my face to his crotch as he came with a quiet grunt.
His seed shot across my forehead, spilling into my eyes and down my temple to my hair. The second spurt landed in my curls, marking me, and by the time the third gush hit me, he was using the tip of his cock to rub his cum into my hair.
It was the single most degrading thing I’d ever done.
And my body hummed, more alive, more aroused, more sensitive than I’d ever felt before.
The Duke of Ironhenge stood over me for a long moment, his breathing hard, his fingers flexing in my hair as he spread his seed across my face with the cock he gripped in his other hand. Holding my gaze.
I knelt at his feet, my silk robe hanging from one shoulder and stained with wickedness, my hair and face covered in him .
Finally, he glanced up—looking at Reggie, I suppose—then back down to me. He released my hair, and patted the side of my face, as if I were a hound.
“Good girl.” He stepped back and tucked his cock into his trousers, his movements brisk and economical. “Thank you, Markland.”
I heard Reggie stir behind him, felt him move toward me. “The debt?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly.
Ironhenge’s gaze dropped to mine briefly. “Is paid. I think…” His expression turned speculative as he studied my hair—marked by him. “I think you and I will become business partners, Markland. Yes. I think we…work well together.”
I swallowed down my shudder, knowing I couldn’t stop the spike of arousal that promise had brought.
He wanted to do this again? Then I would gladly— eagerly —be ready for his new venture with Reggie.
Since he was looking at me, I managed a soft smile, hoping some of my pleasure showed in my eyes. “Thank you, Your Grace.”
“Yes!” Reggie blurted, gathering me close, pressing me against his side. “Thank you, Ironhenge.”
The Duke’s gaze drifted to Reggie, then back to me, and he hummed as he stepped to the chair to retrieve his coat.
Immaculate once more, he turned back to me, used and discarded on the carpet before him.
“Fuck her again, Markland,” he commanded, shrugging to adjust the fit of his coat. “Leave my cum on her and fuck the slut again. So she knows who she belongs to.”
With that command, he turned and strode toward the door.
When it shut behind him, I slumped into Reggie’s hold.
His arms were around me and he rocked us backward, falling against the table where I’d been so thoroughly, deliciously degraded.
“Thank you, Jocelyn,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder. “You’ve saved me.”
Is that why I’d done this? Oh yes, it had been.
I stared at the door in dazed bemusement, wondering if Ironhenge would return and do this again. Wondering if Reggie would follow his final order and fuck me, or if I could retire to my bathing chamber.
Wondering which one I wanted more.
“Of course, my love.” My lips curled. “I am happy to serve.”