Page 42 of The Duke’s Unwilling Bride

Their faces are pale, their eyes wide. “Your Grace…” my valet begins, looking over at the butler for help.

“Spit it out. I’m rather busy at the moment.” In an instant, their faces go from pale to pink as a blush climbs their cheeks.

“A scream was heard by your guests. They were concerned.”

A heavy sigh drifts from my lips as I resist the urge to roll my eyes. With my friends in attendance, they should have been well-equipped to calm the partiers down. Many of them have had far worse screams let loose from women. No doubt they are all down there, just laughing away at my expense.

“Everything is fine. Tell the guests what you will. However, the real story is that my blushing bride has taken one look at an Alpha’s cock, and I dare say she’s still not recovered. Screamed, then fell into a faint. But what is one to do with a virgin?”

I give them both a wink, noting as their features start to relax. Soon, they both smile and shake their heads. “Very good, Your Grace,” the butler murmurs as they both bow. “I shall come up with something suitable for the guest’s consumption. Does the lady require anything? Smelling salts perhaps?”

“Do not fear. I have it well in hand.” The moment they leave, I slam the door shut and lock it, turning to look upon the harridan that’s causing me so much trouble. “Oh, what am I going to do with you? I have half a mind to shut you up by stuffing my cock down your pretty little throat, but knowing you, you’d bite the thing off.”

Her eyes widen as I prowl forward, a slight sheen of sweat beading on her forehead. Again, she grunts out from around the cloth in her mouth, but I pay it no mind. “Nothing you say to me will stop what’s about to happen. It’s high time you learn your place.”

As I get to the bed, I notice she's far wetter than she was in my dungeon. “It seems, my little minx, that you like this objectionable treatment. I dare say you’re getting off on it. Shall I reward you by giving you more? It doesn’t seem like a punishment if you like it. Hmmm. Whatever shall I do with you?”

I’m of half a mind to take a strap to her exposed pussy, giving her blinding pain to show her the error of her way. But on the other hand, I want to see just how agonizing it will be to her for me to bring her to the cusp of orgasm and deny her. Over and over again.

She squirms, thrashing about in the restraints. And yet, I can detect no hint of fear, no thread of anxiety. The omega certainly does protest too much. Bringing my lips down to her pussy, I pause as I drink in the heady scent of her arousal.

“Zounds,” I groan, running my nose along the hardened tip of her clit. “You are so fucking wet.” At my lurid words, another trickle of slick gathers at her entrance.

Her inner walls clench, and I can see the reaction, causing my cock to jerk forward. Soon. I’ll be in her depths soon enough. Soft grunts pepper the air as she moves; however, I can’t tell if she’s trying to get away or get closer.

She’s not in heat. Not yet, but it can’t be too long now. Sticking out my tongue, I lap at her entrance, taking her slick inside my mouth. The flavor of her is not one I’ve tasted before. There’s a sweet hint that reminds me of a mint stick dipped in sugar. It’s addictive.

Unable to resist, I slide my hands under her arse and hold her there as I feast on her, devouring her pussy as if I am a starved man and she’s the last meal on earth. Her body writhes beneath me as frantic whines pour out from behind the gag. This just won’t do.

I want to hear every fucking sound that escapes those plump lips of hers. Pulling away, I crawl up her body, straddling her as I stare into her eyes. Already her pupils are a bit larger, eating up the blue.

“Do you like the things I’m doing to you?” I rasp out.

She nods, her movements frantic.

“Then I’m going to remove this gag. If you so much as let out anything other than a scream of sheer delight, I will stop what I’m doing and refuse you any additional pleasure. Are we clear?”

Again, she nods. Slowly, I pull the fabric from between her lips. When she doesn’t start yelling again, I smirk and make my way back to the edge of the bed. Now, with her mouth unimpeded, I can hear the filthy, lurid sounds as they drip from her lips.

Dragging my tongue upward, I lap at her clit, my balls clenching as she cries out in pleasure. This little minx is loud, her fevered moans bouncing off the walls. At least this time, the guests won’t have to be concerned about if she’s dying or not.

Her body tenses, her breath coming in haggard gasps. No doubt the little omega is close. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck as I slide a finger in, groaning as her body clenches around me, her inner walls fluttering around my digit. Pulling out, I insert two, and her moans change to a soft whine.

“Please, Your Grace. I... It’s too much. I can’t-”

“You can,” I rumble against her flesh, “and you will.” I let loose with a growl, smiling as I’m rewarded with more slick to ease my passage.

Inch by inch, I ease my way in, pausing as her body tries to reject me and pushing forward when she relaxes. “You’re going to take far more than this before tonight is out. But first, allow me to reward you for taking my fingers so well.”

I once more apply my tongue to her clit, moving the tip back and forth, listening for her moans and body to direct me. Soon, she begins to clench around me, her body arching up as her climax looms before her. Even though I debated not allowing her pleasure, I want to be inside her more than any possible vendetta.

This isn’t for her. It’s for me. Plain and simple.

Her moans continue to punctuate the air as precum pearls at my tip. Grunting against her, I continue to rock my fingers back and forth, harder and harder, until I’m fucking her as hard as I dare without harming her. And then everything tightens for several seconds as a pleasured cry fills the room.

Her orgasm is a thing of beauty. For the first time since I’ve known her, there are no longer traces of hurt or anger. She exists in this moment, her body bowing and twisting as the release races through her.

“Good girl, my little omega,” I groan. “Now, it’s my turn.”