Page 92 of The Duke's Pet

“Why not?” He frowned a little.

“I must have forgotten it.”

He hesitated then. “But I told you to bring it.” His mouth was stern but his eyes sparkled.

She stalled in replying, guessing what was going through his mind. They hadn’t been intimate, hadn’t even slept in the same bed since Nancy had been born. It was high time to have some fun again.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She bit on her bottom lip and held in a smile.

“I’m sure you are.” He gestured to the door. “Boys, go now, to Nanny.”

“Yes, Father.” They scooted out, clearly happy to be in the fresh air again.

“Penelope,” the duke called. “We will meet you back at the house. Please take the children the long walk back, around the lake and through the woods. They still appear full of energy.”

“Yes, Your Lordship.” She bobbed her head then turned the stroller around. “This way, Tom. Come on, Jack.”

The duke shut the door. It creaked the way it had all that time ago. He flicked a lock, sealing them in.

“How sorry are you for not following instructions?” He nipped her chin and forced her to look up at him.

“Very.” Her heart skipped and her belly tightened. She’d missed physical contact with him.

“You know it displeases me not to be obeyed, little kitten.”

The use of those words thrilled her. It had been a while since he’d said them. “Yes, Sir.”

He licked his lips then released her. He stepped up to the bench in the middle of the room. It was positioned directly beneath the highest point of the ornate domed ceiling.

He flicked the tails of his morning coat as he sat, then clicked open his case. “You will go over my knee, wife, so I can remind you what happens when you are forgetful.”

Her ass tingled. This wasn’t going to be a spanking because he was furious with her, or even cross. Her husband just wanted to see her ass turn red.

“Yes, Sir.” She glanced at the door, double-checking it was bolted.

“They will be gone by now.” From the bag he pulled the butt plug. The one with the long tail attached. “So make haste or your little kitten bottom will earn extra swats.”

A rush of heat went through her. The remembered sensation of being full of the plug and his cock made her greedy for their game to start. But equally she faced it with some trepidation; it wasn’t easy to take her husband and the plug at the same time, and she never knew quite what he’d ask of her once he’d decided to make her his kitten.

Quickly she lifted her skirt up, gathering the material around her waist and exposing her naked lower half.

He was watching her closely, and she’d bet a shilling his cock was hardening as he stroked the fluffy tail.

“Jemima.” His voice was quiet but firm. “Over you go. Now. I’m going to make you mine again.”

“I was never not yours.”

“Your body has been off limits. Now it is not, I wish to reclaim you in every way possible.”

She swallowed, her nipples were twisting to hard little peaks and anticipation swirled in her belly.

Is that a bigger plug than before?

“Yes. It’s a new one I sourced.” He held it up and grinned, clearly knowing he’d read her thoughts. “But you can take it. So over you go, my lap is waiting.”

She hesitated.

“Now!”

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