Page 54 of The Duke's Pet

The heat was building and the plug felt so big, the tail moving as he struck and she reacted.

“Nearly halfway.” Again he caressed her skin. “Though I’ll warn you, this will be uncomfortable for a few days.”

She didn’t reply. Tears poured down her cheeks.

Again he slapped the cane on her poor butt.

Again she bolted forward as if to escape it.

“Keep still.” He cupped her right breast and tugged her nipple. “Keep still for your master.”

She tried harder on the next three swipes to not move. She was nearly done. He was nearly done. She was so hot, her skin on fire, and it spread between her legs and up to her breasts, her face.

“Ohhh.” She couldn’t hold a groan in as the cane landed low, over the lower curve of her buttocks and the base of the plug.

“Nearly there,” he said, again cupping her breast and tugging her nipple.

They were hard, her nipples, and her pussy was throbbing to the beat of her pulse.

“Last one,” he said by her ear. “I am very proud of you, are you proud of yourself for taking it so well?”

She didn’t answer. Didn’t trust herself not to release a string of curse words that would gain her extra swipes.

Six more days. Then she’d be out of Hillcrest like a bat getting out of its cave when midnight struck.

He slipped his hand downward, over her belly to her pussy.

She groaned when he touched her special place, the part of her he’d rubbed the night before giving her such pleasure. It felt good now, amongst the pain, to have his fingers there.

And then the final strike of the cane swung down. She bucked forward onto his finger, a long, low moan catching in her throat.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” he murmured.

He was pressed against her, close. In an instant he’d dropped the cane and spun her to face him. “You feel it, don’t you?”

“What?”

“The excitement in your body.”

“I... I don’t know.”

“I can see it.” He cupped her face, his thumbs swiping at her damp cheeks. “I can feel it pouring from you.”

Excitement danced in his eyes as he swiped his lips over hers.

She was breathing fast, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Her boiling hot ass was smarting against the cool wooden panels on the door.

“Yes,” he said again. “Now it is time to reward your sweet body for taking the cane.”

He dipped his head and stooped.

The next thing she knew he was taking her nipple into his mouth. The hot wetness had her gasping and slotting her fingers into his hair. It felt so good, so intense to have him do that. “Ohhh...” She gripped him tighter, tugging at his scalp.

He switched breasts, giving the other nipple the same delicious treatment.

Jemima fluttered her eyelids closed and rested the back of her head on the door. Her body was alive, on fire, and the duke was heating her further.

She pressed her legs together. The weight in her ass increased the tug on her pussy. It was a tug for more, a longing; she needed him to do what he’d done the night before.

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