Page 107 of A Duchess Bound
Dorothy took a steadying breath and nodded. He brought the riding crop down on her right thigh.
Crack!
Stinging pain spread across her thigh. Dorothy gasped, her back arching off the bed. She barely remembered to keep her hands where they were. Gerard soothed over the stinging place with his hand, and she stared, transfixed, at the spot of hot red against her pale skin.
“That is one,” he said. “Shall I deliver the second?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
He brought the riding crop down on her left thigh.
Crack!
She cried out from the pain, and her core burned with heat. Dorothy shifted her hips, desperate to relieve the burning need between her legs. Gerard clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“Be still, my wife! You still have three strikes to go.”
He delivered the third, and although Dorothy fought to remain still, her thighs quivered. Tears sprang to her eyes, and her breath quickened. The strikes of the crop hurt, but they were bearable, especially when compared to how her inner walls clenched with need.
“Two more,” he said. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Her voice shook just a little. “As long as you touch me when you are finished.”
“Oh, I shall do more than that.”
He delivered the fourth, and Dorothy’s walls clenched. She heard a lewd, wet sound as her arousal pulsed onto the bed. Gerard gently parted her folds with the edge of the crop, and Dorothy’s muscles all tightened. “Oh! You do not intend to strike methere, do you?”
“A wonderful idea,” he said, grinning devilishly. “I do have but one strike left to deliver.”
She swallowed hard, bracing herself for the strike.
“Good girl,” he cooed.
When he brought the crop down, the sharp sting bit her core, and she shrieked. Her body jolted from the bed as a wave of pleasure swept over her. She gasped, shaking in the aftermath. Gerard shoved a finger effortlessly inside her, and Dorothygroaned. Her fingers flexed, and her wrists strained against her bonds.
The crop had left behind a faint, tingling sensation in her core. She bucked her hips, riding his hand. Her muscles coiled tightly as Dorothy neared yet another glorious release. When he withdrew his fingers, she nearly came undone with the force of her need.
With trembling fingers, Gerard unfastened his trousers and revealed his manhood, hard and flushed.
“Oh, yes!” she groaned.
With a single thrust, he was inside her. Dorothy gasped, her body moving instinctively to meet his every movement.
“Oh, I love you!” Dorothy exclaimed. “Oh, please!”
He laughed. “You are insatiable!”
“No more than you!”
She rocked against him, effortlessly matching his rhythm. He had not mounted her like a horse, as he had promised, but Dorothy imagined they would try that another time. She pushed against him, shaking and sweat-damp with the force of her labors.
At last, she reached the summit of her release. White light obscured her vision, and she screamed in satisfaction. Gerard moved more fiercely inside her, Dorothy’s walls clenching wildly around him. He quivered, and a rush of wet warmth filled her. Dorothy groaned as he pulled from her. She let herself lie limp against the mattress, gasping for air.
“Magnificent,” she said.
He chuckled. “I hope that you are always so kind to me.”
Gerard rolled onto his back beside her and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. “Shall I hold you, my good girl?”
She smiled and curled up against him, laying her head against his chest. Her wrists were still bound, but she did not ask to be released. “At least, for the rest of the night,” she murmured. “Perhaps, for a few hours in the morning, too.”
He hummed and kissed her hair. “For as long as you like.”
The End?
