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God, how she wanted that finger inside her. She craved it. She needed it. So much so that before she could think, she said, “Do it.”

He pulled his finger back, and she caught her breath. “What did you say?”

“I said… do it. I deserve it.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled deeply. “It didn’t work the last time.” He reached forward, took her by the hair again and yanked her back. She could feel his breath on her ear as he whispered, “What makes you think it will work this time?”

“I’ve been bad,” she moaned as he tugged on her hair, that finger returning between her thighs. “You need to punish me.”

“I am punishing you.” Another rough spank.

“More,” she pleaded. “More.”

He chuckled again. “No, that won’t be enough.”

“Wh—”

“This time—” He shoved her head forward, and she felt him climb down from the bed. “This time, you deserve so much more.”

She didn’t speak, listening to her heart thump as she heard the Duke undressing. His boots were kicked off. His pants dropped to the floor. She knew what was about to happen. She could feel it. But she dared not speak, choosing instead to rest her head on the bed, lift her buttocks, and wait for the Duke to take her.

And that’s just what he did.

He gripped her roughly around the waist. He squeezed so hard that she knew she’d be bruised the next day. He rubbed his member against her nether lips, coating it, teasing her such that her legs began to shake, and she nearly screamed for him to just do it. A hand ran down her back and wrapped around her throat. It pulled her back up, and he bit her neck. She yelped, and he pushed her head back into the bed.

She was at his mercy entirely, and oh, how she loved it.

But he could only tease her so much. For all his words, he wanted this as bad as she did. She thought to mock him. To anger him. But his grip on her waist told her he was plenty angry, and the way she felt him climb atop the bed, positioning himself behind her, told her he was ready.

Her husband entered her from behind. He slowly slid his girth inside her, groaning and growling as he did. She could feel it spreading her lips, filling her up, pushing and stretching her until his thighs pressed against her buttocks. Another hard spank. Followed by a sharp yelp. He chuckled to himself, grabbed her by the hair, one hand on her waist, and then he began to thrust into her.

She had thought before that she was at his mercy, but that was nothing compared to this. Feeling her husband inside her, knowing that he could do to her whatever he pleased, and that he would… it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming. Although, she didn’t try too hard not to.

It was unlike anything she had ever felt. Better than that moment at the stables. More pleasurable than his fingers. The way he slowly thrust in and out of her, gently at first as his speed steadily increased, had her toes curling as she bit the bedding.

“Are you going to do as I say?” he growled as he penetrated her roughly.

“I-I am,” she moaned through a mouthful of sheets.

“I didn’t hear you!” he snarled as he plowed her.

“I am!” she cried. “I promise.”

He spanked her as he drove himself in as deep as he could. “Are you going to be a good wife?”

“The best!” she moaned.

“Are you going to disappoint me again?” Deeper. Harder. Faster. She could hear him panting and puffing with each thrust.

“I wouldn’t dare!”

“Don’t let me catch you lying to me again!” he roared.

“I… I… I would never!”