Page 56 of A Duchess Bound
“Do you want me to keep touching you?” he asked.
“Please,” she said. “Yes, please.”
He dipped his hand between her legs, caressing the inside of her thigh. Dorothy tossed her head back, shaking as his fingers slowly, teasingly, approached her core.
His Grace cupped her sex, his thumb pressing against her pearl. She groaned raggedly. The tightness returned. Everything was so hot and stifling, her body aching and longing for his touch. Alump rose in her throat, and she gasped raggedly. Dorothy was shaking for want of relief.
He touched her again, his fingers sweeping between her folds. As he stroked her, Dorothy’s breath quickened once again. He pressed his finger inside her, and Dorothy’s muscles instinctively clenched. Gerard slowly put another finger inside her, and Dorothy shook. She bucked against him, tears springing to her eyes from the intensity of his touch.
“Good girl,” he purred. “You are so ready for me.”
Dorothy pushed against his hand, urging him deeper inside her. Without conscious thought, her body moved, desperate to achieve her release. She was nearly at the summit, and her muscles clenched hard.
Almost.
He withdrew his hand again, and she wailed. Dorothy shifted, trying to free her hands, desperate to touch herself and relieve the aching need between her thighs.
“I told you that I would punish you,” His Grace said, smirking.
“Please!” she exclaimed.
Dorothy tried to use the bed linens against her sex to bring herself to that familiar state of bliss, but they were not enough.She sat shakily upright, spreading her thighs. Dorothy moved wildly, dampening the bed linens with the proof of her arousal.
The duke once more reached between her legs. His other hand held her hip, keeping her in place. Without warning, he shoved his thumb into her. Dorothy tossed her head back. She pressed her head into his shoulder as he worked her again. Sweat dripped down her back, sticking her chemise to her body. Dorothy strained against the ropes.
She wanted to touch him. She wanted to touch herself. A little cry of frustration tore from her, as His Grace halted his ministrations once again. She sobbed against his wool coat. Her body was so sensitive and warm. Even without his touch, her inner walls twitched wildly. Dorothy had never imagined that she couldwantsomething so badly.
“Oh, look at you,” His Grace murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. “Writhing and crying against me. What a wanton little thing you are!”
Dorothy was too lost in the heat of the moment to be offended by such vulgar words. If anything, they only seemed to heighten her desire. Her body shuddered. She lifted her head from his shoulder and met his gaze. Although his expression was soft, there was a mocking gleam in his eyes.
“My poor lady,” he murmured. “Shall I take pity on you? Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes. Yes, please! I have learned. I promise I have!” The words fell from her mouth without conscious thought. Dorothy felt as though she was not even in her body, as if her entire world was consumed only by her body’s wants—no, itsneeds. “Please, give me release. I can bear it no longer, Your Grace.”
“Lay back down.”
She lay back, her bound hands pressing against the small of her back. A tear fell down the side of her face. Her breath came hot and fast, her chest heaving. His Grace stared at her, and Dorothy shivered. The hunger in his eyes threatened to rob her lungs of air.
“Yes,” he said slowly. “Perhaps, you have learned your lesson.”
“I have! I promise I have!”
With a smirk, he drove his fingers into her again. She gasped, the suddenness of his movement jolting through her. Dorothy’s back arched. She fell back harshly against the linens. Gasps tore from her throat as he mercilessly drove his fingers into her. Lewd, wet sounds filled the air, and Dorothy groaned.
She quickly neared her release, her body already desperate for him. Uneven, needy sounds emerged from her. Every touch of his hand against her sex threatened to undo her. She shivered and bucked and cried, and then?—
A wave of pleasure swept over her. She felt as though she was coming apart, white light obscuring her vision. Dorothy gasped and lay against the bed linens, putting her weight back on her shoulders. Slowly, she came to herself again.
Dorothy was all too aware of how she must look to him, damp with sweat and flushed. Her breasts had nearly worked themselves free from her bodice, and her skirts were still lifted past her waist. Her legs and sex were exposed to his eyes and hands. She shivered.
The feeling that came over her was not quiteshameful, but there was an awareness that no man had ever seen this much of her and that she should not have allowed this encounter.
His Grace lowered himself on the bed beside her and propped himself up on one elbow. “Shall I untie you?”
Dorothy laughed, heady with the exhilaration of what they had done. “That is probably for the best,” she said.
She sat upright, and he deftly removed the ropes from around her wrists. His fingers caressed the fabric of her gloves. Even those light touches made Dorothy shiver. Her toes curled in the bed linens, and she looked over her shoulder at him. Dorothy’s eyes dipped curiously to the place between his thighs, where there was an entirely noticeable bulge. “Shall I…” she trailed off, heat rushing to her cheeks.
