Page 55 of The Duke and the Accidental Bride

“You think that I care what you will do?”

Not only do I think that you care. Iknowthat you do. What’s more, I now know how much you love it.

“I think --”

‘I am done talking.” She pushed her chair back as if she meant to rise. “And I will see you at supper.” She stood quickly and went to leave --

“Do not even think of leaving!” Duncan barked at her. “And do not speak over me.” He glared daggers at her and the look of fear that was hidden behind her eyes had him groaning again. This time, loud enough so that she could hear it.

It had only been half a day. Still, Duncan’s hand was raw from having spanked Isabella beyond what he had thought she could take. Still, his member was bruised from the treatment she had given it last night. Still, his body was drained of fluids, and he’d had maybe an hour of sleep – if that! Still all those things, yet nothing could stop what was about to happen.

How to even describe the previous night? Impossible.

It was a dream turned reality. It was a fantasy come to life. It was everything that Duncan wanted, made even more glorious because Isabella, his wife, had wanted it too.

Their two-weeks of bickering and arguing and fighting had exploded into a glorious orgy of spanking and slapping and choking and biting and dominance the likes of which Duncanthought he might never experience again. Made possible because Isabella’s naturally argumentative personality seemed expressly designed for Duncan’s own brand of amorous discipline.

Isabella had finally overcome what were trepidatiously aggressive waters and her own brand of stubbornness, both of which had threatened to drown this marriage. Now, with calmer seas ahead, Duncan could not help but wonder what might happen next.

Although he didn’t have to wonder too hard. Not with the way that she was looking at him; like a disobedient pup that knew it was about to be disciplined. That it deserved it.

“Come here.” He pointed at the floor beside his chair. “Now!”

Isabella obeyed immediately. She made sure to glare at him as she walked around the table, as if she truly hated him.

Duncan pushed his chair back and turned it, spreading his legs so that she stood between them. He was hard already, his member begging to be released from his pants.

“Now, are you going to apologize for the way you have just behaved.”

She scoffed. “I said nothing wrong. And I would appreciate it if in the future you did not treat me like an afterthought.”

Duncan’s heart began to race. His breathing grew. His anger... it throbbed inside of him. Memories of last night swirled and it was all he could do not to jump to his feet, throw her on the table, and ravish her.

“What am I going to do with you...” He muttered the words to himself as his eyes drifted down and focused on Isabella’s heaving breasts. Her nipples were hard through the dress, so he took one between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it... harder... harder... harder...

Isabella's entire body trembled as he pinched her nipple. Short spikes of pain which radiated down her body and to her loins.

“There is nothing you can do,” she said.

His expression dropped. As did his hand. Still seated, he looked up and met her eyes in a warning stare. “On your knees,” he growled. “Do not make me say it again.”

It looked like she might deny him but the gaze he fixed her in told her that might not be such a smart idea. So, she sighed and huffed but dropped to her knees.

Duncan reached out and took her under the chin, forcing her to look right at him; one thumb stroking that chin. “You enjoy angering me, don’t you?”

She tried to bite his thumb. “If I said anything that upset you, perhaps you are the one is at fault.”

Gently, he slapped the side of her face. She gasped and he grabbed her by the chin, again, forcing her eyes to meet his. “Are you going to apologize?”

“Never...” Her eyes flashed and she licked her lips.

He closed his eyes and groaned as if fury was enveloping him, when really it was lust. His member was throbbing painfully, so Duncan smirked as he reached down to his pants, fiddled with their front, and then released it right before her face.

Quickly then, he snatched the back of her head. He pulled it back and leaned in close as she tried to wiggle free... “Say you are sorry, and you can go about your day. I am feelingforgivingbut do not test me.”

“I have never been less sorry,” she hissed.

“So be it.” Still holding her by the back of the head, Duncan leaned back and then forced her mouth around his rock-hard member.

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