Page 85 of The Duke's Pet

He upped the pace, all of the gentleness of his first plunge leaving him. She wasn’t sure if it was intentional or if he’d given himself over to his primitive instincts.

Her own pleasure was growing again. She was going to have another release of bliss. It was almost there. Each time he plunged deep he gave pleasure to a new secret place inside her.

She hugged him with her ass and bucked up against him. She would take what she could. Her body was alive with him. Her soul as full of him as her body was.

“Goddamn it,” he groaned, his grip on her face tightening. “It’s here.”

His cock pulsed and he shunted into her so hard the table moved, the legs scraping on the floor.

Jemima let her bliss unravel. She cried out, the sound mixing with his shout of pleasure. It careened through her body, her toes curled and her spine bowed off the table.

Still he kept her held securely pinned to the table and doubled up below him.

Her climax extended, her thoughts scattering as she pulsed and clenched beneath him.

And then his mouth was over hers, kissing her. She tangled her tongue with his and groaned long and low.

Still buried deep, he lifted up. He clasped her knees, keeping her fastened to the table.

Looking down at where he entered her, he spoke surprisingly softly. “You deserved such a harsh punishment, Jemima.”

“Yes... Sir.”

“And now, with my manhood in your rear, you will apologize once again.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She paused for breath. “For burning... the book.”

“And...”

“And it will not happen again.”

“Good.”

He released her knees and pulled out. Turning, he stepped away, refastening his fly-fall.

The suddenness of him leaving her was like a chill. She shivered and dropped her legs down, then propped up onto her elbows. Her heart was thudding, her pulse wild and loud in her ears.

He lifted several plants from a box then opened the lid. After plucking a red tartan blanket from it, he reached for her.

“The punishment is over now,” he said, scooping her up and into his arms. “Come to your master.”

She nestled against him, her dress now covering her shaking legs, as he walked her to the sofa. Once there he sat, carefully placing her on his lap.

He shook the blanket then pulled it over her. He pulled her into a tight embrace, tucking her head beneath his chin.

She snuggled close, inhaling his scent and absorbing the heat of his flesh that was radiating through his shirt. Her cheeks were damp from her earlier tears and her hair hanging tatty around her face.

“There, there. It’s all over now.” He stroked the locks back from her brow. “There is nothing to concern yourself with.”

She held in a sob that was caught in her throat.

“You have learned your lesson and it’s in the past now,” he went on. “It’s behind us.”

Her ass was smarting, her hole tender, and her pussy damp from her climaxes. It wasn’t behind her, not yet, not while her body was still quivering from the intense reaction she’d had to his treatment of her.

“Shh...” He kissed the top of her head and tightened his embrace. “Shh, my little one.”

With effort she forced the tremble in her belly away, then let herself sag.

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