Page 75 of To Ensnare a Duke

My conundrum stands before me, her blows light but effective. I feel each one pelt my skin like the strike of an arrow to my heart. But it doesn't seem as if she wants me to stop.

There's a need in her that spills over, something tangible to silent cries working her throat. I know what she wants, what she needs. It's an absolution I will grant her, but to what end?

As much as that hurts, what strikes me to my core is knowing that any discipline I hurl her way, she'll only beg for more. Nothing I do tonight will ever change her mind about her actions. The chit seems to love the abuse I heap upon her willing body.

In truth, only one thing has managed to get any sort of positive response. As loath as I am to forgo my own wedding night, I fear I have no other recourse. Though she hurled her accusations about my lack of love, I cannot deny my methods worked… for a while that is.

I cannot go my entire marriage denying myself the pleasure of her body. I refuse. And damned if I'm going to find my release elsewhere. No. This minx is mine and will be mine in every way possible. I just wish I knew what to do.

Even now, I find myself wishing I could just tie her up and go seek out Whiteport for advice. This is unfamiliar territory for me, and I'm at a loss. I cannot allow her to see me flounder. Any show of weakness will be one she will exploit. It's a fear I hold close to my heart.

Sliding my hand up the back of her neck, I thread my fingers in her hair, locking her head in position so she cannot look away. "You want a monster? Is that what you crave? Is that what your greedy little cunt wants?" I turn her around so that she faces the wall. "Well, your pretty pussy will not know pleasure. Not tonight. You haven't earned it."

She forces her gaze to me, her eyes shining with some unnamed emotion. "I shouldn't have to earn your pleasure. It should be freely given."

"And I shouldn't have to demand your obedience and submission when your body was clearly made for both, yet we are both at an impasse. You claim my heart holds no love for you. Do keep that in mind while I punish you, for you will think me abhorrent by time the night is through. Methinks, you like me that way, though. So I do not fear much for your sanity in that regard."

Though she stiffens under me, I don't give in. I remain firm in my resolution to punish her the only way I know how. Forcing her to bend over, I grip her hips, pulling her arse high into the air. Her pussy drips with arousal as I put her into position.

Such a greedy little minx. Unable to help myself, I slide my fingers across her puffy lower lips and groan as they slide through her slick. So aroused, so painfully needy.

Her clit pokes out stiff and insistent, engorged like my cock. Reaching down with my free hand, I stroke myself through the buckskin, needing to take the edge off a bit. I can't have my baser needs taking over and messing with my head.

"Please," she cries, rocking back and forth as I continue to stroke her.

But I don't give in. I can't give in. There's no way in hell I can reward her after everything that happened tonight. Besides, she already had a release earlier. I'm sure she'll survive being denied.

Pulling back, I smack my wet hand against her upturned arse, precum welling up to my tip as I watch her cream skin turn a dull pink. If only she didn't look so beautiful wearing my marks. If only she was far more easily controlled, and my punishments could be enjoyable for us both instead of wretched on either side.

Granted, tonight, I'm not going to hold back. Though I will deny her a release, I will not deny one of my own. I smack her other cheek, my cock pulsing as she moans and leans into my touch.

Will she be so compliant once I take her bottom hole? Will she sigh in pleasure or sob in agony as I breech her tight ring, claiming her arse as mine? Gritting my teeth, I will my arousal to flag. At least until I've properly punished her.

Pulling her away, I walk over to the wall and study the implements. She seems to love the taste of leather, so I might avoid that all together. Instead, I grab a thick, unyielding paddle. I would love to see what effect this has on her.

I stride over, watching her curious gaze as she studies the implement. Normally, when using such a tool, I like to warm up my canvas first. But with Augusta, I need no such preliminaries. Especially not with a punishment.

With a swift stroke, I connect the wood to her backside, watching intently as her body freezes. She stands absolutely still. So still, I worry I might have actually damaged her.

Soon, she stands up and glares at me. "That bloody hurt," she screeches as she rubs the injured flesh.

"Yes," I grin, happy to see something made an impact. "It's a punishment. It's supposed to hurt. Now turn around."

"Or?"

There's something different in her tone and expression, something I've never seen before. There's always been that hint of defiance, but this feels more akin to anger. How is she the one angry when she's the one who's done wrong? Tossing the paddle down onto the bed, I walk back over to the wall of tools.

Cuffs and rope should do perfectly for what I have in mind. I refuse to speak to her as I walk back over and shove her onto the bed. Her body twists about and pushes me back, fighting me as I move to restrain her. Despite the irritation I feel at her show of force, I can't deny the arousal pumping through my veins with each shift of her lithe body against my cock.

I feel like a monster enjoying her this way. Until her, I've never thought of forcing myself onto a woman before, but as she fights me, I can't help but want to subdue her in the most primal way possible. With each jerk against me, my cock swells, pulsing against the confines of my clothes.

Eventually, she tips her head back and screams long and hard, allowing all the frustration to pour out of her. It's a shriek of outrage and annoyance rather than fear or pain. I know the difference. She's just being a holy terror for no good reason.

Using her distraction to my advantage, I flip her over and secure one hand then work on the other. "Scream all you want, my little minx," I growl. "They are used to hearing far worse at this establishment. You will not find any who will come to your aid."

The chit has the audacity to pout as she tugs on her restraints. Her legs are a bit harder as she thrashes about, kicking and squirming until it's hard to hold on to her. At least with her upper half tethered to the bed, it makes it easier to grab the paddle and smack both arse cheeks in quick succession.

Her outrage turns to howls of discomfort as she tries in vain to reach back and soothe the abused skin. Grabbing her right leg, I lash her ankle to the bed and work on the other. It's far easier to secure it, leaving her completely bound and helpless to my hungry gaze.