Page 82 of The Duke's Pet

“And here.” He delivered another blow to her ass, but at the point where her pussy lips were peeking out.

She wailed. “Sir... oh...”

“You think I’m not serious about obedience?”

“No, yes,” she gasped. “I know you are.”

He paused. He was breathing hard, so was she.

“And I will do whatever it takes to get it,” he said.

Suddenly she was flipped over, onto her back. The desk was hard and her arms and legs flailed as he dragged her to the edge, so her ass was hanging over it.

Then he was between her legs, releasing the front fly-fall on his pants.

“Sir.” She reached for him, but he bent over her, clasping her hands to the wooden surface beside her ears.

His face hovered over hers. His eyes flashing in a way that screamed possession and passion.

“And now...” He paused to drag in air. “You will get the second part of your punishment.”

His cock nudged her entrance.

“Oh!” She trembled, needing him there but knowing his entry wouldn’t be gentle.

“And this,” he said, “is what you must contend with.”

“What?” she managed.

“My unleashed desire. The gentleman in me has gone out of the window.” He paused, breathing hard through gritted teeth, eyes flashing. “I’m going to fuck you hard. Hard and fast. You will understand then how badly you have behaved, young lady.”

She was pinned down by him. Not just his weight, but his stare, his power, the sheer masculinity of him. He loomed large—larger than life.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw tensed, and he shoved forward.

Her soft body was no match for his cock and he plundered into her pussy. As he’d promised the ride was hard and fast and he filled her with a swiftness that stole her breath.

He grunted, air huffing from his lungs.

When he withdrew she braced for his next plunge.

It came with a wild, animalistic thrust of his hips, and his body dragged over her pleasure spot.

She cried out, her vision blurring, and harnessed the intense reaction her body was having to his.

“Do... you... understand... now?” Each word had accompanied a near-violent thrust.

“Oh... yes... I do.”

He was feral above her, his brow damp with sweat, his hair hanging forward—a lock covering his left eye.

On and on he lunged into her.

Her pussy was taking him, the pressure growing. Soon she knew that despite this being a punishment she was going to take her pleasure.

She screwed up her eyes, spread her fingers that were locked against the table owing to his grip on her wrists, and drew up her knees.

The position was just right and as he seemed to go harder, higher, faster than ever, she let the bliss overspill. It was a crazy release that she had no control of. She was his, totally. It spread around her body, making her heart rate triple and her ears ring. It was as if neat ecstasy was flowing in her veins.

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