Page 83 of The Duke's Pet

“And still you behave badly,” he ground out. “Claiming pleasure without permission and during a punishment.”

Suddenly he withdrew and released her wrists. He was panting, his shirt stretching with each breath that puffed up his chest.

She squirmed, the aftershocks of her orgasm still dragging at her pussy.

He reached into the drawer and swiped something from a jar onto his fingers.

And then he was over her again, his hands curled around the backs of her thighs. He folded her double, her knees coming up near her ears as he reared over her.

“Oh, Sir,” she managed.

His cock tip found her asshole.

Her eyes widened and she gasped as she realized what he was going to do.

The punishment would be severe. And the very start of it would be not the plug in your ass, but my cock, hard and big and filling you in a way you’d never forget.

She recalled his words; they’d been spoken about theft, but clearly destroying his property came with the same outcome.

“Oh, please, Sir.” She couldn’t take his big cock in her small ass. It wasn’t possible.

He applied pressure. “Take me.” He was staring down at her; another lock of his hair had fallen forward over his eye.

“No, you can’t do this, you can’t...”

“I can. And I will.” His jaw was tense as he pushed forward, parting her hole with his cock.

“Oh, but...” A nip of pain had her clenching.

“Stop that, little kitten, it will do no good and only cause you discomfort.”

“Sir, this is wrong.” She wriggled beneath him, twisting her spine and tugging her arms. “This is not what a man should do to a—”

“Be quiet, you know nothing about what a man and woman should do. Yesterday you were a virgin.” He curled his hips, easing into her some more.

She gasped and held her breath. His cock was a thick, solid rod. She could clench all she wanted but it had no bearing on what he was doing.

“Take me,” he said again. “All of me, and with each inch I go, know that you are mine, all mine.”

She could do nothing but take him as he’d instructed. And as his dark claiming of her private place continued, she held her breath.

He was huge and solid and the sensation so new. But he didn’t ride into her roughly the way he had her pussy. There was some control now, though the look in his eyes made her wonder how much.

“Breathe,” he said, reaching for her and cupping her chin. “Breathe, Jemima.”

She did, snatching in a big lungful of air as he reached full depth.

“That’s it.” His lips twitched, so did a muscle in his cheek.

She gripped his shoulder, her fingernails digging into his flesh. Still he rode into her.

The nip of pain turned into a hot burn. Her hole was so stretched around his girth.

How much more can I take?

This was so different to the plug. His cock was a big, dense weight stealing its way into her.

“It hurts...” she said, her eyes moistening.

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