Page 56 of The Duke and the Accidental Bride

As for Isabella? She did not hesitate in accepting it.

“Are you going to behave for me today?” Duncan held Isabella by the top of the head, refusing to allow her to pull back and respond as he felt it slide further and further down her throat. “Well?”

She nodded her head as his member reached the back of her throat.

“Good girl,” Duncan purred and stroked her head. “You see, isn’t it so much easier when you justbehave?”

Isabella wrenched her mouth free. Saliva poured from her lips and coated him. She wrapped her hand around his girth and stroked slowly, meeting his eyes and smiling. “I’m sorry, Duncan. I promise I’ll behave from now on.”

“You better,” he said only to take her by the back of the head and force her mouth over his length once more.

She had no intention of behaving for him. He could see it in her eyes. That troublesome glint that spoke of rebellion and an express desire to frustrate him with every breath that she took.

But it was all part of the game. When they had first met, Duncan and Isabella had seemed to hate one another. Duncan hated the situation he had been forced into and Isabella hated that he was refusing to let her off the hook. This hate had bubbled under the surface of the relationship, desperate to explode but held back because Duncan had feared what might happen if it did.

Now his only regret was that he had waited for so long.

And so it was that Duncan and Isabella enjoyed together their second full week of married life. Enjoyed being the key word.

Each night when Duncan returned home, he would find Isabella at the door waiting for him. She would complain about his being away all day and he would duly make her apologize for her wicked tongue.

Supper was rarely finished because they would inevitably descend into bickering which would more often than not end with Isabella bent over the table, her backside being spanked because she was, as always, a bad girl who deserved nothing less.

The nights were long, stretching into the early hours because Duncan could not get enough of Isabella, and she could not get enough of him. And the following mornings were much the same, seeing the two remain in bed long after they woke because plans made that day could always wait.

And with each minute and then hour spent together, Duncan found himself pushing the boundaries of his desires a little bit further.

Spanking came first. Putting Isabella over his knee like a petulant child as she fought against him. That was their favorite.

Choking her was a close second. Whether it be with a belt or a piece of clothing or just his hand. Duncan enjoyed it most when he was deep inside of her, bringing her to climax... only to stop at the last minute and release her and then walk away. This would see her chase him, shout at him, at which point he would snap and finish himself inside of her.

Denying her became a huge part of their routine. Often, Duncan would end the morning by devouring Isabella’s sex, licking and sucking on that bundle of nerves between her thighs, bringing her as close as he could, only to stop suddenly and announce that he had to leave. She would scream at him not to walk away, and he would leave for the day, taking untold amounts of pleasure in knowing how frustrated she was.

And then, when he eventually returned to finish her off.... it was a wonder that she didn’t ambush him on the driveway.

He bound her hands behind her back whenever he wished.

He tied her to the bed, ravished her, and then left her there. Often blindfolded, so she would not know when he was returning.

He tested the limits of her pain through biting and pinching her swollen nipples. He taught her the responses he preferred when he was disciplining her, and she told him what she liked also.

The week wore on and as it did it wore the newlyweds out in a way that might have suggested to anyone who saw them that all they did was fight. No sleep. No food. Just two people who despised one another at it day and night until one eventually dropped dead.

That is a far closer description to this past week than I care to admit...

There was also the other side of their relationship that was rarely spoken about but had become vital in maintaining the animosity that was required of such sexually volatile behaviour. The aftercare. Once the two were finished with their pleasure, Duncan was always careful to take a few minutes in treating Isabella gently, reminding her of why it is that he had to treat her the way he did, while making certain that he hadn’t gone too far.

Little was said during this more intimate moments. Mostly, it was just Duncan holding her as their breathing returned to normal and the anger that they lived in died down. Strange that Duncan actually looked forward to it each time, even if he would never admit just how much.

It was a week that was as unexpected as it was truly wonderful in every sense. A marriage that Duncan did not want. A relationship he did not dream could work. A prison that he had found himself trapped in, only to wake each morning with a smile on his face.

He did not know what might happen next.

He did not look to the future because that felt irrelevant.

As that week wore on, Duncan gave himself over to the pleasure and the ecstasy of married life with a woman who was as depraved and insatiable and as submissive as he was dominant.

And what a week it turned out to be.

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