Page 74 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against him as he ran his hand down me until he cupped me through my dress. The rough texture of the tulle on my bare, wet pussy was exquisite torture. I clenched my thighs, desperate for the friction he wouldn’t provide.
“Now, I believe I owe you a spanking.”
The thought of bending over for him and presenting myself for a spanking after he hunted me through his house rocketed my arousal to a ten, pushing me to the edge with just the thought of it. I whimpered and tried to move again, seeking that small bit of friction to push me over that edge. He denied it.
“Please, Duke.”
He ran his other hand up me until he reached my collarbone. Arousal shot through me and I wanted him to reach higher, grab my neck, move me where he wanted me. I whimpered when he kept his hand where it was, teasing me with its promise.
“Will you be a good girl and bend over for your spanking?” He tensed. The hand cupping me gave me just the barest hint of friction—not enough. It wasn’t enough.
“Yes,” I gasped out when I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Good girl.” He released me slowly and then stepped back. I turned to him for instructions. He waved his hand toward the bed. “Dress off. Bend over.”
I turned my back to him. “I need help with the zipper.” I looked over my shoulder and tried to bat my eyelashes at him. I’d never done that before, so I wasn’t sure how it would look. He just chuckled and shook his head.
“Brat. Yes. I’ll help you with your dress.” He stepped toward me and ran his hands gently down my neck and shoulders, pushing my hair where it fell from my braid out of the way before he slowly drew his finger along my spine down to the zipper. He traced the line of my bodice, the feel of his hands on me sent electricity buzzing through my veins. His touch left me and then the low rasp of my zipper echoed through the room. It stuck on the seam and his fingers brushed my lower back as he worked it free.
I held the dress to me. Something about tonight felt different, more intimate and fragile, like I would need to hold on to it forever, like taking a leap off an edge, hoping to survive. Somehow, everything had changed between us from one breath to the next.
Shaking off the feeling, I let the dress drop to my feet, stepped over it to get to the bed, and turned my head to watch the only man I ever wanted to see me like this. Duke stared at my ass, raw hunger filling his face as I bent over.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked, breathless and eager. “I can’t spank myself.”
“Minx.” Duke stepped closer to me, releasing me from whatever spell had trapped us, and I rested my head on the bed to wait for my punishment.
The first biting slap came without warning. The sound broke through the room, sharp and loud, and I moaned at the small shock of pain. He rubbed the spot he spanked toease the sting, and I pushed back into the feeling of his hands on me.
“Now, how many do you deserve?” he mused, like his words were for himself and my ass and I had no say in the matter. So many people had spoken through me in my life that I immediately recognized it. I wasn’t going to let that slide.
“I think we’re done. I feel nice and chastised for… well, shoot, I can’t even remember.” The whole time I spoke, though, I moved my ass, pressing back against his still circling hand, begging with my actions for more. Another sharp sound echoed through the room, and I arched my back and moaned in surprise and pleasure. “Maybe not.”
“No. Not yet. I think eight more should do it. Be a good girl and count for me.” His hand rubbed soothing circles, and my head spun from the contrast with the sharp sting of the spankings.
“Duke,” I begged. Gone was the brat and in her place was a woman desperate for the pleasure she knew only this man could bring.
“That’s right, baby, give into it. Let me hear how much you need me. Now count.” He didn’t wait and the next two hits landed in quick succession, ringing through my body and erasing all thought from my head except the feel of his hands on me, delivering pleasure and pain in equal measure until neither my body nor my mind could separate the two.
“Lily.” Duke’s voice held a note of warning, and I remembered to count.
“Two,” I said between breaths. “That was two.”
“Good job. Don’t stop counting.”
I didn’t. I counted every last spank, even when my mind went blank and a soft, floaty feeling came over me. Theonly thing that existed was the sharp slap followed by a soothing warm hand and my now unrecognizable voice calling out numbers for each cycle.
“You still with me, sweetheart?”
“I need you in me.” I didn’t care that I begged, or that I was so boneless that I couldn’t hold up my weight.
“Gladly.” He pushed into me, fast, eager, hard. I didn’t realize until now just how much he had been holding back. He’d been gentle, caring, soft. All that was gone, and what remained was a primal, starving hunger, gnawing at us until the sound of our animalistic cries as flesh met flesh filled the room.
My orgasm crashed through me as Duke used me like I was simply a tool for his pleasure. He gathered my hair in his hand and pulled my head back. His eyes were filled with a fierce determination.
“Duke!” I cried out, begging for more, begging for everything. His other hand moved around my waist, reaching for my clit, strumming it fast and hard, just like he fucked me, wringing yet another orgasm out of me. I clamped down on him, powerless to do more than take what he gave.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. You’re taking my cock so good.” He brought his hand to my mouth, and I tasted myself, the musky flavor of my pleasure bursting across my tongue. He didn’t linger, though. As soon as his fingers were coated in my saliva, he tore them out of my hand and used them to circle my asshole.
