Bad Kitty by Debra Glass Read Free Book Online

only inches from her face. This close, she could smell him and the fragrance was driving her crazy with need.
    “I’m aching to fuck you,” he murmured.
    Kitty’s gaze shot from his cock up to his eyes.
    “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked.
    Unable to speak, she nodded. Her thoughts ran rampant. Had she answered correctly? She should have told him she was as seasoned as any whore but she had the distinct impression he knew better.
    “Why are you here, Kitty?” he asked, stroking his shaft all the way down to his scrotum, drawing the skin over the head so tight, the flesh turned the color of a ripe plum.
    Kitty’s tongue darted out and wet her lips.
    “Why are you here?” he asked and took another step closer.
    Kitty gasped when his hand caught the back of her head so he could trace her lips with the tip of his cock. Instinct surged and she fought the desire to open her mouth and take him inside it.
    “It’s all right, my dear. You may taste me if you like.”
    She clamped her lips shut.
    “Why are you here?” he asked again, his fingers burrowing into her hair, teasing the back of her neck, loosening her chignon.
    “To work for you, Master,” she uttered, her lips brushing his cock as she spoke.
    He sighed and Kitty got the impression he was exercising inhuman control to keep from rutting her mouth the way she had seen him rut the duchess’s private parts. Terror welled that he might do just that. Equal terror welled that he might not. Mixed with both was fear that he knew her secret, that he knew she was not really a maid, but instead Katrina Hartford come here to expose him in an article penned by Alistair Allenby.
    His cock prodded her lips again and Kitty wrestled against the hand that held her fast. Realizing resistance was futile, she stilled.
    “Did you have this in mind when you decided you wanted to work for me?”
    “No.”
    He gave her hair a hard tug.
    “No, Master.” Her voice rose with her hysteria.
    “Certainly you knew of my reputation,” he said.
    “Reputation?”
    “Don’t be coy, Kitty,” he said, tracing her lips again so that she opened her mouth ever so slightly.
    He growled. “Don’t be coy,” he said again, this time lower. “I’m a bad sort, a defiler of women. I’m damn debauched is what I am.”
    Kitty quaked.
    “Touch me,” he commanded and at once, her hand replaced his on the thick shaft.
    Kitty’s breath left her lungs in a ragged rush. His skin was velvety soft, sheathing the hard steel underneath. She could actually feel his blood pulsing through the bulging vein running its length.
    “Squeeze it. Harder. That’s it.”
    She whimpered as flames licked her inner thighs. She wanted his member inside her passage rather than in her hand. It no longer mattered that he was the fiend she had come here to burn. He was making her burn instead.
    “Move your hand up and down,” he instructed, placing his around Kitty’s to guide it.
    She watched, mesmerized as more of the shimmering liquid beaded at the head, and instinctively she knew it was a lubricant to ease the movement of her hand over him.
    “Why did you come here?” he asked again.
    She could not answer him. Anything else she said would be an obvious lie. Instead, she opened her mouth and engulfed the head of his cock. The taste of him was salty yet sweet. Power and lust surged through her as she flattened her tongue and licked him, tugging at him with her lips, impulsively sucking.
    His hand tensed in her hair and she seized hold of his shaft with both hands, anchoring him in place while she rolled her tongue and lips all over the luscious head as if she could not get enough of it.
    His body shook and Kitty scooted closer, reaching behind to cup his buttocks, to draw him closer as she took more and impossibly more of him into her mouth. The head drove toward the back of her throat but she did not care. Somehow she knew she could give him that same feeling she had given herself earlier and