Page 82 of The Duke’s Unwilling Bride

His words rattle about in my mind as the dilator keeps moving forward, threatening to scatter my thoughts to the wind. I can’t tell him. I must hold out. With one final push, he seats the dilator and pulls away.

While the sound of water distracts me, I’m able to strengthen my resolve. That is, until Joseph is back behind me, his fingers once more touching me, stroking me. His touch is cruel as he brings me to the brink, holding me on that precipice, but not allowing me to fall over.

Time ceases to have meaning. All that consumes me is the burn in my bottom hole from being held agape and the cramp in my insides as he denies me again and again. It’s a torture I was never prepared for and have no tools for.

Turning me over, he switches up, using both tongue and fingers to get me there, so achingly close, then pulling away. My thighs quiver with the exertion. Sweat beads along my body as I strain toward that shattering climax.

“Ready to talk yet, my willful wife?”

“I- I can’t,” I wail, desperation clouding my thoughts.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Yes.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

His tongue circles my clit before he slides it down one side of my lower lips and up the other.

“Yes, it is,” I moan.

Pulling away, he gives me an odd look and raises his eyebrow. “Are you implying that someone is holding your tongue for ransom?”

“N- not like that. No. But she-”

“She?” This time, both eyebrows raise in shock.

Blazes. I’ve said too much. “Please don’t make me.”

“Before, this was just a fun little game between you and me. But now that I know someone else is involved…”

“It’s not what you think.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he slides his fingers deep inside, curling them into that spot that drives me insane. “Then enlighten me.”

When I don’t answer, he lowers his head again and laps at my clit, so swollen with need. “Please. You must.”

“Beg as much as you like. I can do this all day.”

Need crawls through my veins, dispelling the last vestiges of my sanity. “It’s Cynthia!” I finally cry out.

Pulling back, he raises up so he can look at me. “Miss Campbell? Just so we are clear.”

“Yes,” I moan.

“And what does she want with my cock? Better question would be, I suppose, why does she know enough about anything to ask for my cock?”

“I cannot answer.” His fingers thrust in again. “I only know she wants a better education for us ladies. This way, we are not so frightened or taken aback. I have my knowledge because of my insatiable curiosity, but so many have no clue.”

“And how does my member fit into all of this?”

“I- I-” He curls his finger again. “God!” I cry out.

“No. Joseph. And please continue.”

It’s hard to think as his fingers pump in and out of me, keeping me just on the edge of release. “I’m composing a compendium of sorts. A scientific journal. That is all. No one but she will know whose cock is within the pages.”

“There now,” he grins. “Was that so difficult?”