Page 95 of The Duke's Pet

She was quick to obey, slipping into the role of his kitten as she presented him with her tail-plugged ass.

He groaned. “Yes. That’s such a pretty sight.”

She smiled and stared at a painting of a hollyhock. It had been a while since she’d heard that particular raw, appreciative tone in her husband’s voice.

“Explore your new surroundings, little kitten.”

She twisted to gaze at him, fluttered her lashes, then slowly crept forward. She was sure to roll her hips from side to side, and she arched her back until the small of it ached as she moved toward the wall.

Once there she rubbed her cheek against it, dipped her head as if sniffing the floor, then shook her butt so the tail stroked the top of each thigh.

He groaned again.

She’d bet her best ruby necklace that his cock was rock solid.

“Come here.”

A glut of excitement went through her, her pussy was damp and hot, her nipples peaked despite the cool air.

Teasingly slowly—though knowing she wouldn’t get away with it—she crawled back toward him. The floor was a little gritty and hard, but she ignored that, she was having too much fun.

The plug rolled inside her when she reached him and rubbed her face against his leg, purring loudly.

“Little kitten,” he murmured, running his hand over her shoulder. “You are goading your master.”

Jemima knew better than to speak; instead she nuzzled his hand, then licked his knuckles with the tip of her tongue.

The next thing she knew she was over his knee again. Head down, ass in the air. She gasped, then moaned as the plug pressed against her internal walls, increasing the lusty haze she was living in.

“And little kittens who tease get this.”

His palm came down, swift and hard, on each of her buttocks.

She jerked forward and bit on her lower lip to stop from crying out. It had been impossible not to clench around the plug. It really was much bigger than the other one, heavier too.

“Repeat after me...” He spanked her again, twice.

She groaned.

“Repeat... I will not tease my master.”

She snatched in a breath. “I will not... tease my master.”

They both knew she would whenever she got the chance in fact.

“You are a naughty little kitten.”

He resumed spanking her. A swift, precise punishment that had her rear heating, her back arching, and her eyes misting. It hurt like sitting on a pincushion but equally a fire of lust was building in her; his palm had set it alight and was now stoking the flames.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she moaned, long and low.

And then he stopped. He massaged and caressed her buttocks, then slipped lower and swiped his finger through her pussy lips.

She groaned and arched her spine. It had been so long since he’d touched her there.

But he didn’t linger. He resumed the spanking. Fast upward slaps that caught the base of her buttocks. She was sure they wobbled with each smack and closed her eyes as the pain layered up.

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