Part XXVIII

"Joel, I've been looking for you. Where have you been." There was a light frown on the duke's forehead. Joel felt a slight panic. He shouldn't have read that letter, if the duke learns about it he will be punished for sure.

"I was doing some errands and I met Gerd. We broke up." Joel said it only to draw the duke's attention to him, not the fact he was in his study alone. He was still holding empty cups in his hands and was trying to look heart broken, fragile and awake the duke's sympathy.

"That's good to hear." The duke smiled, came closer to Joel and took the cups out of his hands placing them back on the huge oak desk. He grabbed Joel's face in his hands and kissed him. Joel obediently opened his mouth and despite everything he enjoyed the hot sensation. The duke was simply a good kisser and his hands were right on Joe's ass.

"Last night was amazing Joel. I'm so glad you are mine." The duke's body was practically grinding against Joel's making them both hard. That was dangerous and Joel wanted to escape this situation.

"I'm … I'm still a bit sore." He almost whispered from shame. This was low, his ass didn't really hurt, the duke was well … knowledgeable in that matter.

"It's fine baby, I won't hurt you. I will give you pleasure as you are mine." That made Joel shiver. Apparently the duke was so focused on the word 'mine' that he kept repeating it. Before anything else managed to cross his mind, Joel was lifted and placed on the solid desk. He knelt between Joel's legs and lifted his dress, making Joel speechless for a moment. The duke's hands slowly slid up his legs pressing his tights aside and than grabbing Joe's erect manhood. His touch felt hot and Joel gasped.

"Your grace ..." he wanted to say something like "don't do it, it's inappropriate, we should stop ...' but the only thing escaping his mouth was a hushed moan. Damn, the duke was so good, that Joel didn't care anymore. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the blow job moaning every now and then. The duke swallowed his cook and sucked it and played with his tongue and Joel's head was a mush. He was about to come when the duke stopped. He looked at Joel and smirked.

"Beg me."

Fuck no, so mean, so calculated so fucking skilled. Joel didn't care anymore; he was at his limit.

"Please Michael don't stop, let me cum." He had problems saying out loud, his voice was a little bit hoarse.

"So cute." Michel continued and within a short moment Joel came, straight into his mouth and yes Joel was loud.

"Fuck Michel this felt so good." Joel was still breathing hard so it took him a while to notice that his grace swallowed his cum. His eyes went round from sudden shock.

"You swallowed it, your grace? No ..."

"You taste delicious." He leaned and kissed Joel. His tongue had a salty taste. "The dresses came and they are all in your room. Tomorrow, wear one, for me."

"I will, your grace." Joel smiled as sweetly as he could and left the study forgetting about the dirty cups.

In his room there were really some dresses and Joel knew he wouldn't be ever wearing them because tonight he was escaping. That's right, he will be done with female clothing, the drama and Michel. Well to be honest he felt sorry for Michel. The duke probably had a crush on him but he is a rich man so he will find himself a better one. For a moment Joel felt a stab of jealousy at the bare thought of it. That was bad, really bad. He needs to stop, he is straight, likes women and only had an adventure to expand his experience. As soon as he disappears the duke will forget about him and Joel will be back to his true self.

He also will be rich, that's right he will come back home with a little fortune. Right, there was something more, the letter about overthrowing the king. That was a problem, by no means Joel wanted to be involved in a power fight. His father however was a king's guard. He was old but still devoted to his duty. Should Joel warn him? What would happen with Michel then? Joel felt uneasy. Maybe it was better to leave things as they were. Joel felt heavy in his heart, he must stop thinking about things unrelated to his assignment. He needs to find Francine. The poor, deceived young woman with puffy eyes. He hoped the whole shitty matter with Gerd would not destroy his plans for good.