Page 69 of In Service to the Duke

Reaching over, I pull on one of the condoms and tie it just below my knot. The sensations will be a bit dulled for me, but I can manage for this heat. I continue to stroke, watching as slick continues to pour from her body, joining my fluids in her nest.

Soon, she sits back, a frown marring her face. “Well, little omega. Is it ready?”

She nods, but there’s a hesitation in her movements. Her eyes grow wide as she looks between the pile and back up at me. Softening my smile, I slide up behind her and pull her body into mine.

With a soft sigh, she sags against my chest, allowing me to take her weight. “Care to invite me in?”

“P- please, Your Grace. Come into my nest.”

“Want me to fuck you in it, pretty omega?”

“I- Yes?”

“Then beg me to fuck you in this lovely nest.”

Again, that adorable blush spreads across her face. She looks over at the nest for a moment, then back at me, but says nothing.

“It’s going to happen at some point. You might as well learn how to beg me properly.” Reaching down between her splayed thighs, I cup her pussy, groaning as her slick coats my hand. “So wet, so needy. Tell me what I want to hear so I can satisfy you.”

Leaning forward, I graze the shell of her ear with my lips. “You can be my good little omega, can’t you? It’s not that difficult.” I dip a finger into her entrance, my cock jerking up as her inner walls tighten around me. “Just say, Master Dowding, I wish for you to fuck me in my nest, please. Can’t you do that for me?”

“P- please, Master Dowding,” she whimpers, rocking her hips to deepen my shallow thrusts. “Please fuck me in my nest.”

“Good girl,” I groan, ripping my hands away from her so I can ease her down into the mass of fabrics.

Her legs splay open, allowing me to sink down on top of her. She’s so small beneath me, so tiny and fragile. My cock lays heavy against her stomach. Each breath grinds us together, sending frissons of pleasure down my spine.

“Since you asked me so sweetly, I suppose I can indulge you with a good, hard fuck in this pretty nest of yours.” Dipping my head low, I slide my lips over hers.

Desperation swirls through the air as she arches up, pressing her mouth hard against mine. Her movements are innocent and clumsy, but to me, it’s what makes them all the more desirable. I’m her first, her last, and her always.

I drop my hand between us, teasing her clit for a moment before easing a finger into her tight entrance. Miss Gillet moans and drops her head back, tilting her hips up so I can impale her fully. While in the throes of her heat, she’ll hate me for taking my time, but her body will appreciate it later.

Slipping away, I slowly dip my finger in a bit deeper, groaning as her tight inner walls grip me. It’s the worst torture I can ever imagine. But still, I take it slow. Once her body can accept one finger, I use two.

I stretch her out gently, preparing her for my massive cock. Deflowering virgins is an art form, and though I can be a gentle lover when the occasion calls for it, I fear I’m not nearly practiced enough to make this entirely pleasurable for her.

She winces a little as I stretch my fingers apart deep inside her. I shouldn’t be getting even harder at the bit of pain I see flitting through her face, but God help me, I am. Purring, I continue to rock in and out, waiting impatiently as her face eventually relaxes.

All I’m doing is delaying the inevitable. Bringing her knees up to her chest, I wedge her thighs between us. I grip my cock and bring the tip to her opening. Never once do I stop purring.

Her body is loose and languid beneath me, pliant as I notch my head inside her entrance. I breathe with her, making her heart slow as I push my way inside. She whimpers a little, but otherwise takes my cock without too much fuss.

“Good girl,” I groan, strumming her clit with my free hand. “You’re taking me so well. You’re so tight, love, gripping me until I can’t see straight. Bloody hell, I love the feel of your pussy clenching around me. Just lie back and let me do all the work.”

I pull my cock out and ease it in again, keeping my movements small as I push forward, stretching her out as I slide inside. God, her cunt is tighter than I could ever imagine. Gritting my teeth, I continue to pleasure her as I open her up.

Her whines turn into fevered, wanton cries as she scores her nails down my arms. Slick drips from her body, easing my passage. Dropping my hand, I grip her arse, holding her steady as I push the rest of the way in. Miss Gillet’s cries crash around my ears, and for a moment, I worry I’ve hurt her.

But no. Even now, I feel her try to buck up against me, wanting my cock even deeper inside. A feral grin tilts my lips as I pull back and surge forward, harder this time. Her eyes roll back in her skull as nonsensical words and pleas drip from her lips.

Every now and then, I hear the words fuck me, interspersing the other sounds, and I can’t help but chuckle. She won’t remember this after her heat, but I will. I’ll remember every sigh, every smile, and every beg.

This time, when I pull out, I stare down at my cock, noting the light pinks coating the condom. Her virginal blood. This ties us together. She’s mine now, whether or not we want it. Growling, I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, stretching her out.

Like a man possessed, my restraint starts to slip. The urge of the rut takes over until I’m no longer able to think about anything other than Miss Gillet’s willing body writhing under mine. I must have her. All of her.

She does her best to wrap her legs around my hips, but her heels don’t even come close to touching. With one hand wrapped around her wrists, I slide the other under her thigh, holding her close as I pound into her.