Page 62 of The Duke’s Unwilling Bride

When she angles her neck to look at me, defiance shines in her eyes. Good. I haven’t broken her. Not yet anyway. Locking eyes with her. I draw my hand back and smack her pussy, the wet, lurid sound filling the room. Her eyes widen on impact, but that’s the only reaction I get.

“Looks like I’m going to owe the Madame for some new implements. You got your arousal all over them, rendering them useless to anyone else. I’ll be sure to take the amount out of your allowance.”

“My allowance,” she spits out, finally speaking to me. “What allowance? Any money that’s spent must be approved by you first.”

“Yes, and you’ve still been allowed to make use of that. All you have to do is ask, and I’ll provide.” Sliding to my knees, I stick out my tongue, flattening it so I can cover a wide surface, and lick her delicious pussy, groaning as her unique flavor fills my mind. “And that goes for everything your heart desires.”

“I have nothing I wish to buy. So feel free to keep your money in your hoard.” Her voice is high, squeaky as she tries to keep a coherent sentence in her mouth.

“Come now. Surely there’s something you want of me.” Again, I lick her, like a delectable treat I can’t help but savor.

“Pencils!” she cries out, her body quaking beneath my touch.

In truth, I expected any number of things to come from her lips, but pencils weren’t one of them. “Beg.”

“I- What?”

“You want pencils badly enough, then beg. Though in truth, I have no clue why you’d want such things. Your drawings from earlier are nothing of note. That is, unless you lied about that as well.”

“I’ve never lied to you, Your Grace,” she eventually says, sorrow thick in her voice. “I’ve merely-”

“I know. Let me come to my own conclusions. You’ve said as much.” Standing up, I walk back over to the wall and pick out a few more implements, adding them to the flogger that’s long since fallen by the side. “We will discuss that matter later. Right now, I want nothing muddying the waters concerning your biggest offense.”

Taking the heavy leather crop, I slide it over Teresa’s bottom lips, rubbing it up and down until she’s mewling like a newborn cat. Her hips move in tandem as she seeks her pleasure. Already, the leather is ruined, now bound to her by her arousal as it coats the material until it’s shiny. Yanking it away, I watch in amusement as her body chases after.

She once more looks over her shoulder, her lips set into a pout. The poor little princess thinks to win me over to her side with such an expression. Smiling back at her, exposing my teeth, I smack the leather across her pussy, loudly punishing her with my crop.

Her mouth drops open as the sensation reaches her brain, but even as she goes to cry out, I smack her again, several times in succession. “Please, Your Grace,” she sobs. “I cannot take it. Please. It hurts.”

“Do you know what else hurts?” I lecture, whacking her again. “Some Alpha rutting you, taking you against your will as you fight back. That would be far more painful than this. But do you want to know what’s even worse, my willful little omega?”

“What?” she hiccups at me, her face red and blotchy with tears.

“The pain you’d experience when I killed whatever bastard gave you a claiming mark. Because I mean what I say. You’re mine, and anyone else that ever tries to take you away from me will suffer the consequences.”

She looks up at me in stunned silence. Dropping the crop on the floor, I open up my breeches, allowing my cock to spring free. I groan, gripping my shaft for a moment before turning my attention back to her. This can’t just be about me and my needs.

Once more, I cup her sex, rubbing my fingers along her lower lips, pulling on them, tugging on her until she squirms. Without hesitation, I slam two of my fingers into her opening, coating them with her arousal, dragging whimpered moans from her lips.

I rock my digits back and forth, making sure I gather as much of her slick as I can before easing them up to her back entrance. The moment I touch her delicate skin, she jerks away as best she can. However, with the restraints, it’s nearly unperceivable.

“Do you like it when I touch your naughty little arsehole? Hmmm, my precious little doll?” Teresa shakes her head back and forth with a vehemence I would find comical if things weren’t so tense between us. “I will have your words, omega.”

“N- no. Please. Not there. You can’t. You mustn't.”

“I hear your pretty words. I hear the way you beg, but they’re falling on deaf ears, my dear. Because I also own this orifice, just like I own every single part of you.”

She squirms at my filthy speech, and yet her arousal flows even more. Applying a little pressure, I ignore her pained whine and fight my way past the tight ring until my finger breaches her, slipping inside just a touch. Teresa tosses her head back like a spooked mare.

And so, just like any other filly, I run my hand down her flank. I whisper sweet nothings against her damp skin as I rock my finger in and out of her bottom hole. Her fingers scrabble over the leather, digging in as if she thinks she can crawl away from me.

“Shhhh. Let it happen. Let me spread you open wide. The more you fight it, the more it will hurt.” Pulling out my finger, I grab a bottle of lubricant and the smallest of the three dilators.

Coating it, I run my fingers around the entire surface, making sure no spot goes untouched. I drag the tip of it across her opening, my cum pearling at my tip as I press the blunt end against her arsehole. Though I had planned to use all three dilators, to open her up wide enough to take my entire cock, I know now I will never last.

Just teasing her, playing with her back entrance, has me so hard I can’t think straight. And that’s when I realize it will always be like this between us. Punishment or not, I will end up balls deep inside her because that’s where I want to be. It’s where I need to be.

The deeper I fall for her, the more I hope and pray she’s not lying. Not about this. I want to trust her, to actually find love in her arms. I want this to be a love match like my parents. It’s what I’ve always longed for, even if privately to myself.