Page 34 of A Duke, a Virgin and a Baby
Anna cleared her throat, but her voice still came out small and somewhat frightened.
“I never had any lovers. I had no need for them and I wouldn’t have felt comfortable just doing… such activities with just anyone who wasn’t… my husband.”
The duke narrowed his gaze and told her, “I expressly told you to. I instructed you to have as many as you wished. And yet, you disobeyed me? That appears to be a hobby of yours, is it not? Going against my word. Well, this time, I’ll ensure that you are properly punished. And you will know never to go against me again.”
Julian then tugged her closer by her arm and kissed her deeply.
Anna was lost in the kiss almost immediately, sighing into it as he pressed their bodies together and walked her backwards, his hands firmly fixed on her hips. She clung to his shoulders, squeaking slightly when her back hit a piece of furniture, but he kept his hold firm on her, ensuring that she had regained her stable footing only a moment later.
Soon, his hands began to roam lower, sinking below her waist to cup her buttock, another coming back up to gently comb his fingers through her hair, his lips leaving hers to trail fiery, wet kisses down her neck and onto her bosom.
“You infuriate me, at every chance you get. Even more so because you are so beautiful. It pains me, how much of anightmare and a dream you are.” He grumbled against her skin, drawing up to kiss her again.
Anna felt her coherent thoughts leak out of her head though her ears when their tongues touched, one of her hands braced tightly against the back of his neck as he licked into her mouth like a starved man. When he pulled away slightly – likely to marvel the mess he had made of her from a single kiss – she parted her bruised lips to say the only thing still left in her mind.
“Sounds as though I am a wife befitting a man of your caliber.”
The corner of Julian’s lip twitched, as though he was fighting his amusement and he leaned in to whisper against her lips,
“It seems you still are yet to understand your predicament. Allow me to illuminate your conundrum.”
And without warning, he turned her around by her hips and pressed pushed at her back until she fell forward, hands down on his desk as her hips jutted upward.
“I meant what I said. You deserve to be punished. And you will be,” he told her darkly, his tone as heavy as the hands running up and down the back of her thighs, his touch heating her up from within.
“Your Grace –”
“One more word from you and I’ll double it.” He warned and Anna snapped her mouth shut, whimpering as he pulled her skirts up and rolled them up into a bundle that was left to sit on her waist.
Anna waited for the inevitable arrival of what she thought was coming with baited breath, and still, she was unprepared for the stinging pain of his palm meeting her buttock.
Surprised, she cried out, and pressed her hands to her mouth, afraid that she had truly worsened her punishment.
“Tsk, duchess. I thought you would be able to endure much more than that. You are always so quick to state your rebuttal, so I assumed you could handle the consequences.” Julian said to her, his tone lightly mocking.
Anna felt embarrassed and exposed, so… bare beneath his gaze, given no choice but to wait for the pain. When he spanked her again, the sound seemed to echo within the room and Anna gasped with a shudder, only just noticing the odd heat sinking to the bottom of her stomach and dripping between her legs.
“Nothing more to say now, lovely?” Julian teased, just as his hand connected with her backside once more, the strike reinforcing the strange almost-pain haze slipping over her, twisting into something else as it seized her breath as he hit her again without giving her enough time for a reprieve.
And – oh. Oh, that felt good.
Anna whined, standing on her toes to wave her bare backside higher in the air, inviting him to do it again, rewarded with another smack that burned deliciously and pulled a moan past her lips.
“Dash it,” Julian hissed, leaning over her and turning her head with a careful grip on her jaw before kissing her.
Anna leaned impossibly closer, committing as much of him as she could to her memory. Everything from the way he smelled of cedar and whiskey, to the way his tongue stroked hers as they danced a sultry tango, to how his touch burned as he lightly kneaded the stinging skin of her buttocks, before his touch trailed lower and lower… until his fingers slipped inside of her.
She jerked at the sudden intrusion, groaning a second later when his fingers pressed in deeper, each stroke sending waves of pleasure she had never before experienced through her.
“You were remarkable,” Julian told her quietly as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, relishing in how she shuddered and shook, one of her hands coming up to cling to his arm. “So, I thought you might like a reward.”
Anna truthfully had lost the ability to distinguish between what was a punishment and what was a reward at some point while he was still smacking her behind. As the line between pain and pleasure blurred, she found herself rapidly getting lost in all that her husband was giving to her.
A particularly rough stroke made her knees weak and pulled out a half scream out of her and he slipped two fingers into her mouth.
“Ah, ah,” he tutted, his voice sounding strained as he continued his ministrations. “Be a good girl and take what I am generously giving you, lovely.”
And by God, how Anna wanted it. She wanted it all, especially as this strange weight within her seemed to grow tighter and tighter with each deep stroke of his expert fingers. Suddenly, a fingertip pressed against her stiff nub, rubbing aggressively and she was reduced to a dizzy gasping mess, falling quickly into the throes of ecstasy.
