Page 30 of My Ruthless Duke

Cordelia’s eyes widened and her heart fluttered. “You cannot possibly be serious.”

But he appeared to be perfectly serious. He did not speak again, and he did not back down either. Dorian’s gaze was heavy on her as he waited expectantly for her reply.

It was harder for her to force the words past her lips than she had originally presumed. “Well… let me think about it. I-I am not a very bookish lady… and I much prefer being out of doors.”

The slight widening of Dorian’s eyes was the only indication of his surprise.

“I think I shall accept the spanking,” Cordelia said with faux bravado and crossed her arms over her chest.

She might grow fond of surprising her husband.

“Oh, did I just call your bluff, or?”

The thunder and lightning cracked loud overhead, and she jolted. Dorian took the opportunity to close the distance between them. He spun her around, grabbing her hand and placing it flat on the dust and soil-covered table beside her. Her fingers spread, bracing herself against the sudden hitch in her breathing. Dorian grabbed her skirts and flipped them up over her hips without a preamble. Roughly, he kicked her feet wider so that she was arched away from the table with her legs parted—exposed and wholly vulnerable. Her heart started to race. Was she supposed to be doing something? Why was he not touching her? It was something so wholly strange to know that his hands had been here before, but nobody had ever… looked at her so intimately.

For a moment, time stood still. The air around her froze as her skin buzzed with anticipation. Why was he not doing anything? Did she need to?

All thoughts emptied from her head as his fingers trailed lightly over the curve of her rear, feeling the soft skin there and seeming to savor each one of her little reactions. She glanced at him over her shoulder, but Dorian’s eyes cut sharply to her as he clicked his tongue. She snapped her head back center—and then he spanked her.

It took the breath right out of her. She could no longer focus on what was directly in front of her. Any remaining oxygen was trapped in her lungs as he spanked her again. Such a strange sensation. The smack of his palm hurt, but only a little—and she knew he was using a fair amount of force from the way that her body jolted with each one. The sharp bite was followed bya curling tendril of desire that left her wet, sliding down her thighs.

“Count them for me. I think fifteen will suffice,” Dorian commanded.

“Wh–”

Another slap, firmer than the ones before it.

“If you cannot follow a simple instruction, Little Flower, I will start over.” Dorian’s voice lowered until it was almost heavy.

Another slap and a moan left her lips before she could bite it back. With each hit she felt her mind clearing, settling into the tantalizing sting and knowing that she could endure it. There was no more stress about what might or might not be happening inside the estate. The sounds of the storm overhead slipped into the background. It was all second to the sound of Dorian’s palm against her skin and how intense her desire was becoming.

“F-four,” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“Four!” She panted—and was rewarded with another.

“So obedient, pretty Little Flower.” Dorian paused, and her back arched to make his job just that much easier.

By the time he finished, her legs were trembling, and she was coated in a fine sheen of sweat.

Dorian trailed his fingertips over the reddened skin, dipping between her thighs to find just how soaked she was. She did not dare move lest he stop his exploration. All he had promised her was the spanking and nothing more, but she could not allow it to be over, she wanted to feel his fingers inside of her once more—she was so keenly aware of how empty she was. He had awoken a craving within her in the library that day, the same one that had been plaguing her dreams ever since. If only he could be like this, this attuned to her body all of the time. However, she was not certain that she would be able to truly survive that much-concentrated attention.

His fingers dipped down, spreading the wetness over his fingers and parting her, her legs shuddering as he brushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She felt overheated. The cold night air could not touch her; she was practically overrun with need.

“So responsive, I think that you liked your punishment a little bit too much, hm?” Dorian teased in a husky voice, not expecting an answer.

He pushed two fingers inside of her easily, and she nearly collapsed onto the grimy table. It did not even register to be bothered by the lack of cleanliness or to insist on a change of location. She had never wanted anything as badly in her life as she needed him to bring her pleasure again.

“Please, Dorian–”

“Say my name like that again, Little Flower, and I will give you the world.”

Her head swam. “Dorian,” she whispered again as he fit a third finger inside of her. She was so aroused that it was sliding down her thighs, if she thought that she could have gotten away with moving, she would have. He pulled his fingers from her, spreading the collection of her over her reddened cheeks with a low groan.

“Do you belong to me, my Little Flower?” Dorian asked, his voice sounded far off, like he was in a trance.

“Yes!” Cordelia answered instantly and without thought.

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