Page 37 of Prince of Scandal

“So many wants, little one,” Ashton said severely. “Not nearly enough begging.”

Georgiana turned her head. And poked out her tongue.

It was definitely time for this wicked brat to learn a lesson.

* * *

It would be difficult for many to understand how she could be naked atop an oak desk, on her hands and knees being spanked, and feel so powerful.

But she did. Because she was getting exactly what she wanted.

Georgiana trembled in anticipation as Ashton strolled back around his desk to once again stand directly behind her. She had taken a big risk riding over here, bribing the stableboy, strutting inside and arguing with footmen; all decisions that could have gone humiliatingly wrong. But her need to see Ashton had taken over, to hear his deep, stern voice issue commands and have her whole body spark to life at his skilled, sure touch.

Yes, it was an unusual location to be disciplined, this large, hushed, startlingly luxurious library, especially after the simplicity of the tiny riverside dwelling. But somehow it suited Ashton. He seemed very comfortable here, even more in control than usual, and that only made her wetter for him. Despite her earlier words, she might actually beg for an orgasm, especially if he kept making her wait.

When his fingertips danced across her ankles before slowly trailing up to her knees, she barely suppressed a groan. This was a punishment in itself, his teasing, butterfly-light caresses so far away from where her body screamed to be touched. But it didn’t matter how much she demanded or pouted or cajoled, Ashton would bestow pleasure when he saw fit, a fact that made her clitoris throb unmercifully. It was entirely in her nature to try his patience, though. Her master was by no means immune to her charms; the bulge she’d seen straining against the fall of his breeches was proof of that.

Georgiana arched her back and spread her legs further. “Enjoying the view?”

Such impudence earned her two more spanks, the sting followed by the tingling warmth so exquisite that she couldn’t help a grateful whimper.

“Indeed,” said Ashton as he traced patterns on her inner thighs. “I am particularly enjoying the palate of pinks, from the blush of your spanked backside to the ruby of your swollen clitoris. Such a charming contrast to the cream of your skin and the gold of your bush.”

Oh. He was just so matter-of-fact with his compliments. Was this something unique to Prussian men? To just state something without the adornment of flowery words? Many young ladies loved the works of Byron or Shelley, thinking them terribly romantic. But she much preferred the truly wicked writings of Rochester. He saw people as they truly were: flawed and beautiful and ridiculous and lusty.

It seemed like Ashton possessed this skill and saw the real Georgiana—not the coquette she’d played in London because she was just so bored and frustrated and pained by the constraints of her world and a hollow estrangement from her family.

Somehow, he understood her.

Without warning, Ashton stroked her clitoris, jolting her from her reverie as pleasure sizzled through her.

She gasped. “Yes. There. Now.”

“The way you continue attempting demands is almost admirable,” he replied, his tone amused, though he spanked her bottom twice then twice more on her upper thighs, that exceedingly sensitive spot that made her yelp. But even as her skin prickled with heat and he slowly, cruelly, rubbed her smarting flesh with one hand, two fingers eased into her dripping center.

Oh God.

Georgiana moaned, trying to push back on him so he might penetrate her deeply. Filled. She needed to be filled. Stretched wide with that huge cock as his hands gripped her sore, hot rear. Never in her life had she wanted anything more, and his cock in her mouth simply wouldn’t do. But she couldn’t in good conscience allow him inside her, not in her current predicament. Bloody, bloody hell. What could be done? “Ashton…”

“Tell me what you need, little one,” he said, as his fingers withdrew and teased her slick folds, even venturing up to nudge her clitoris.

Her fingernails dug into the smooth, polished surface of the desk, her body and mind waging war against each other as feverish desire went toe to toe with caution. “I need you inside me. Deep and rough. But I cannot risk it.”

“Pregnancy?” said Ashton softly, the word thankfully non-judgmental. Just curious. “There are ways to prevent conception.”

“Yes, but…” she replied, struggling to find the right words. No one knew better than her the risk of pregnancy in an affair; the continued tiny possibility of it with Rupert made her recoil. However, today something altogether different dominated her thoughts; as though being naked and spanked in this magnificent library had freed a darker, more primitive part of her; about as far away from Lady Georgiana Nash as it was possible to be. “I want something rougher. Something…naughtier. I am feeling very wicked and it must be more.”

He was silent for a long moment. Oh no. Had she said too much? Utterly perplexed him with her jumbled thoughts? Alarmed him?

Several sharp spanks to her bottom made her cry out, but as her tender flesh burned, Ashton penetrated her channel with two fingers, deeply this time, grazing her inner walls and a spot so sensitive that her hips bucked. Then he spanked her again, setting up the most blissful rhythm imaginable as he rained down blows on her rear while fingering her cunt. Oh God. Now he was adding a third finger…

Georgiana writhed on the desk, her whole body singing at the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. Scorching heat and ruthless penetration. It felt like a whirlwind inside her, building and building and building, ready to lift her up and snatch her away. When his slick fingers abruptly left her channel, she shrieked in protest, until one trailed backward to her anus, circling and circling the tight hole.

“You want more, little one?” he growled. “Something naughtier and rougher? Perhaps I should fuck you here.”

A dark thrill shot through her. Yes. Such a wicked, taboo act would be just right.

She peered over her shoulder and licked her lips. “Well, if my master insists that he must hold me down and thrust his thick cock into my poor spanked bottom until he comes, I will naturally submit to his wishes. Have a care, though. That entrance is…untouched.”