Page 51 of The Duke and the Accidental Bride

“Get off --” She tried to wiggle free, but he refused to allow it.

She gasped next. His fingers, they traced gently over her naked backside, soft and tender and careful. Goosebumps erupted across the bare skin, weaving their way down and between her thighs until her entire lower half was trembling at his touch.

“Are you going to behave for me?” he asked her, his voice as gentle as his fingers which still traced her.

“I --” She hesitated. Good sense told her to yield, to scream the safe word, but the excitement that raged within had her subconsciously arching her backside as if presenting more of it for Duncan to use. “No, I will not.”

The pain was sharp and unexpected. It erupted across her right butt cheek, burning hot for a second before simmering and then cooling just as quickly. She gasped; a moment taken to understand what had just happened. He has spanked her!

“Are you going to behave for me?” he asked again.

“Never,” she said excitedly, wanting more.

Another spank. This one harder, the full hand cupping her left cheek, sending those spikes of pain through her entire body.

“Urgh...” she moaned as the pain turned to pleasure rippled over her.

“Again,” Duncan growled. He yanked her head up and leaned down, whispering into her ear. “Are you going to behave for me? Or do I need to take this further?”

Further? What else can he possibly do? And why am I so excited to find out?

“I am not yours to command,” she spat as she tried to free herself from his embrace. “I will never – urgh!” she moaned as he spanked her again.

“Further then.” His laughter was excited as if he relished the idea of what was to come. Likely, he did.

Duncan let go of her hair and pushed himself from the bed. Finally free, Isabella spun about with the intention of berating Duncan in the ways that she knew he liked. But her voice caught in her throat when she saw what he was doing.

He was removing the belt from his pants.

Her eyes went wide as he whipped off the leather in one quick motion. Standing over her as he was, body flushed red, eyes wild and hungry, Isabella could not help but wonder if maybe she had gone too far. She very nearly opened her mouth to say the safe word, to put a stop to this before it got out of hand. And yet... somehow still, she was eager for more. She did not know why. She did not know how to explain it. But there was just something about the way that Duncan was treating her that she could not get enough of.

Always the rebel. Always the smart mouthed. Always the antagonist. She had to admit, it was nice for once to be put in her place.

“Wh -- what are you doing?” she asked of the belt, her mouth turning dry.

“What I should have done on our wedding night.” He looked directly at her as he gripped the belt between both hands, squeezing it tight as if to test its strength. “What you needed me to do, even if you would never admit it.”

“And wh – what is that?” she asked, even leaning back a little because the look in her husband’s eyes was beyond anything she had ever seen.

“Turn around.”

Her eyes went wide. “Why? What are you going to --”

“Turn around.”

“I...” Eyes flicking between the belt and her husband. “And if I do not?”

He sighed and shook his head, almost appearing disappointed. Then he strode toward her, two short steps, reaching her before she had a chance to move. His hand shot out, snatching just underneath her chin, forcing her to look up and hold his eyes.

She tried to pull free, but he was towering over her, giving her nowhere to go.

“I am going to show you what happens when you continue to disobey me,” he explained evenly. “But it serves you right, for being such a bad girl.”

“But what are you going to --”

“Turn around.” It wasn’t a question or an offer. It was a command. His voice, the rumble in his chest, washed over her like a wave and it was all Isabella could do not to jump to her feet and run.

Instead of that, however, she swallowed. Focused on the heat building inside of her with such force that she very well might have exploded. Her legs trembling. Her breath rising. Excitement growing. She wanted this.

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