Page 40 of The Duke’s Indecent Scandal (Indecent Dukes #1)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

T iffany

“Ow!” Wriggling her bottom, Tiffany pushed her hips back toward her husband, despite the stinging slap he’d landed on her upturned cheek. No, not despite. Because of.

She wanted another.

Gregory obliged almost immediately, his hand coming down with a sharp smacking noise against the other side of her buttocks to give her a matching red, throbbing spot. Moaning, Tiffany shuddered, rocking slightly to drag the tight nubs of her nipples across the bedsheets, stimulating the sensitive buds.

“Is there a reason you left our bed without waking me this morning?” he asked, his hand coming down again, this time on her right sit spot where the curve of her bottom met her thigh. She squealed as the hot sting flared through her.

“Ah… I thought you looked like you needed more sleep?” It was not a very strong excuse because it was not meant to be.

She’d left him lying there for the exact reason she was now kneeling on the bolster at the foot of their bed, breasts hanging beneath her. Both of them naked as jaybirds, with her in a position of supplication. Because she’d hoped to earn a spanking from him.

Gregory snorted at her weak reason.

“Do you know what I think, little swan?”

His hand came down on her other sit spot, and she squealed again, jerking forward, then shuddering as her breasts swayed beneath her, nipples rubbing against the bedsheets. Between her thighs, her pussy pulsed eagerly.

“What do you think, husband?” she asked breathlessly.

Rather than his hand coming down hard again, he gripped her inner thigh, moving his hand up the center until his fingers found the wet folds of her arousal. She moaned as he rubbed the tips of his fingers over the swollen pearl of her clitoris, making her insides clench as her body hummed with need.

“I think you left me lying in bed this morning because this is what you wanted for our afternoon,” he purred, his other hand coming down and squeezing her bottom cheek where he’d spanked her while his fingers toyed with her slick pussy before plunging in up to his knuckle. He twisted them inside her. Tiffany made a little moaning sound and did not deny his words. “Which means I need to teach you a little lesson about who is in charge.”

She was so lost in the haze of growing pleasure that she did not immediately comprehend his words. They floated around her, outside of her, only making their way into her consciousness when his fingers pulled out of her slick hole and began to press against the tighter, higher, drier one.

“Oh! Gregory!”

“Stay still, little swan,” he ordered in a growling voice as his fingers forced their way past the tight ring around her entrance, making her gasp. It stung far more than any of the swats to her bottom had. “I need to stretch this little hole out, or I might hurt you more than I mean to when I use my cock.”

More than I mean to.

The sentiment made her thoughts fuzz and her heart pound in her chest, her muscles feeling suddenly watery and weak. If she’d been standing, she was not sure her knees would have held her up. As it was, she bent her head down, whimpering as he plundered her bottom with his fingers, pressing her forehead against her arms in front of her.

“Good girl, that’s it. Take my fingers up your tight little arse. Bigger things will be there yet.” The anticipation in his voice was impossible to deny, and it sent a shiver up her spine.

Tiffany was breathless with aroused fear as he continued to push his fingers back and forth, stretching her out. It did not hurt unbearably, but it was not comfortable either. Still, she would bear the discomfort if it pleased him. She also knew that she had put herself in this position, taking action to tease him, knowing she was playing with fire. Was it any wonder she was about to be burned?

His fingers withdrew, and he started spanking her again, making her gasp and rock as heat bloomed in her cheeks. She felt suddenly so very empty, even though she was not sure she wanted him inside her again… at least not there. Neither was she sure she did not want him there. If he ended up sliding into her pussy, rather than her arse, she might even be disappointed.

Though the thought of taking his thick length into her tighter back entrance was intimidating. How could he possibly fit?

His hand came down again and again, distracting her from her worries as the skin of her bottom heated. It was turning pink under his hard hand; she was sure of it. Tiffany moaned, wriggling back and forth as he peppered the swats over the entire swatch of her curves, up and down, and occasionally landing a blow right between her legs on her throbbing pussy.

“Gregory!” She shrieked his name when his fingers snapped against her clitoris, making the little bud pulse.

“Soon, little swan. I want your cheeks nice and red hot for me before I slide my cock between them.” His voice was dark, growly, the tone one she had become accustomed to thinking of as his ‘bedroom voice’. Not that he only used it in the bedroom. He used it whenever he was taking charge of her.

The visual he painted as he spanked her, his hand returning to the same spots now because there was no fresh skin to abuse, made her body throb in excited anticipation. Surely, by now, her bottom had to be red. It certainly felt hot, especially when he paused to caress her chastened skin before lifting his hand to spank her again.

She had no idea how long it went on. All she knew was that she was hot and ready by the time he slid his cock into her pussy. But he did not begin to thrust. Instead, he held himself inside the warm clasp of her body as something slick dripped into the crease of her bottom, coating the outside of her hole.

Tiffany gasped as his fingers pushed against her. The slickness of her arousal might have eased his fingers way before, but that was nothing compared to whatever oil he was now using on her tight hole. The lubrication made it impossible for her clenching muscles to get any sort of purchase on his digits—and pleasured him as she inadvertently clenched around his cock simultaneously.

With his fingers in her bottom and his cock in her pussy, she felt so full, she could barely breathe, as if there was no more room left in her body for air. Even the heat on her cheeks from her spanking seemed to subside when set against such overwhelming sensations. His fingers moved, probing, twisting, setting off the little nerve endings around the rim of her entrance.

Then they pulled out, and his cock retreated a moment later, only to shift upward, the blunt head pressing against her bottom hole. Tiffany whimpered, shuddering as Gregory gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he began to thrust forward between her heated cheeks. The slow, steady intrusion was shockingly intimate, even more so than his fingers somehow.

He was thicker, stretching her even more than she’d already been, making her pant from the exertion. Harder. There was less bend to his cock than to his fingers. She moaned as she felt herself being pressed open, her little hole clenching around him. The combined lubrication meant her muscles spasmed in vain, unable to slow the inexorable assault. He just kept going deeper and deeper in one excruciatingly long movement.

Tiffany wriggled, but there was only so much she could move. The bolster she was kneeling on was at such a height that it benefited him completely—her lower body basically trapped between the bed and him. She felt him getting closer, his knees sliding between hers, keeping her legs spread open as his weight pressed into her from behind.

He groaned as he slid in deeper, his fingers gripping and relaxing on her hips as he plundered her virgin depths. Tiffany closed her eyes as she felt his groin come to rest against her hot cheeks.

“That’s it, little swan. Your tight arse feels so good around my cock.” He caressed her hips, and she shuddered, her tight ring squeezing the base of his cock. It hurt, but not unbearably. It hurt in that way that made her pulse race faster, her pussy throb with need, and her nipples tighten as they rubbed against the bedsheets. The sensation was wickedly indecent and made her feel all the more aroused. “How does it feel to you?”

“Full.” Tiffany felt as though she could barely gasp out the word. “Hot.”

He chuckled, a darkly erotic noise. “Well, you are certainly both.”

Rather than giving her a chance to respond, he began to withdraw, his cock sliding along her sensitive tissues as it moved. Somehow, it felt even more raw, even more unsettling than the sensation of him sliding in. Tiffany cried out, her fingers clutching the bed as if it could hold her in place.

Then, before he could completely remove himself from her tight hole, he reversed directions and began to thrust in again. The effect on her body was dizzying. Her entire existence seemed to narrow into herself, to the assault on her senses, to the almost unbearable intimacy of having him move inside her in such a manner. She cried out, rocking with him, pushing back against him, as her pleasure began to grow, drowning out the discomfort.

She felt him moving harder, faster, his thrusts causing him to reignite the sting from her spanking as his body smacked against her chastised cheeks. The relentless strokes back and forth in her tight hole, eased by the oil, were making her feel quite wild. A strange kind of ecstasy was building inside her, a deep well of wicked rapture that felt far more encompassing than her previous climaxes.

The throbbing in her clit was almost painful, and she reached down, sliding her fingers between the bed and her body to curve over her mound, trying to find some relief. Almost the moment she touched the little bud, she felt the fireworks explode in her, that tiny bit of stimulation being all she needed to push herself over the edge.

She cried out, her fingers rubbing against her clit as Gregory kept thrusting, kept moving, sending wave after pulsing wave of pure bliss through her. The grip on her hips tightened as she spasmed around him, her muscles clenching and massaging his cock as he filled her over and over. As she cried out again, she heard his lower groan and felt him slam home inside her, burying himself completely in her and flooding her bowels with his seed.

Gregory

Claiming his wife’s final virginity brought with it a sense of possessive satisfaction Gregory had never experienced. He was her first, and he intended to be her last, which was something he’d never been able to say about any woman before. He’d also wanted all of her.

Now, she was lounging on the bed, thoroughly cleaned, and he’d just finished wiping himself off so he could crawl onto the bed and curl around her. Luxuriating in the ability to hold her and touch her as much as he wanted. He pressed a kiss to her brow.

“You are perfection,” he murmured, making her giggle.

Then he felt her shift a bit.

“I do not feel perfect,” she confessed with a little sigh, nuzzling her nose against his chest hair. The sensation was distracting, but he was not going to ask her to stop. He liked the closeness. He stroked his fingers down her back, sliding his legs between hers, enjoying the twining of her silken limb about his.

“How are you not perfect?”

“I am glad Sebastian sent my mother to the country.” She nuzzled closer, her movements akin to trying to bury her face in his chest.

“Well, then I am not perfect, either, because I am also glad Sebastian sent your mother to the country.”

Tiffany snorted, the little noise making him grin. She slapped his chest lightly, and he reached down to squeeze her sore bottom in retaliation, making her squeak.

“It is not the same. She is not your mother.”

“I think that you feel guilt about not feeling bad shows what a pure heart you have,” he replied, taking the hand she had smacked his chest with and holding it against his heart. “She does not deserve your consideration.”

“Even though she is my mother?”

“ Especially because she is your mother. You should have been her consideration, not the other way around. Can you imagine treating our children the way your mother treated you?” He already knew the answer because Tiffany did not have a cruel bone in her body.

“Absolutely not.” Tiffany shook her head, her body recoiling at the very notion of such a thing. Then she stilled, as if realizing what that meant about the way her mother had treated her. She shook her head again, her voice going even quieter. “I still feel guilty that I like your mother better than I like my own.”

“My mother likes you. ‘The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.’ Just because your mother birthed you does not mean you have to cleave to her for the rest of your life. If she ever changes and you want to try to build a better relationship with her, that is understandable. But in the meantime, do you want to be around her? Do you want her around our children?”

Tiffany shook her head again, even more emphatically.

“No. I do hope that maybe she will change, that being separated from everything and having some time to reflect will help her see…” Her voice trailed off, and she sighed. “I do not have any great hopes, though.”

Gregory did not either. His mother-in-law did not strike him as the kind of woman given to self-reflection or admitting her failings. He hugged Tiffany tighter. How she had turned out so sweet and kind with a mother like that… it just went to show her strength of character.

“I wish my father was still alive,” she whispered, making his heart pang.

“I do, too.” He felt the usual surge of guilt. Not so much over Montblanc’s involvement in their fathers’ deaths but over his relief that his own father was gone. Still, he’d rather them both alive than both gone. Though, if their fathers were not dead, he might not have been looking for a wife this Season. He might not have seen Tiffany in the library. They would not be married right now.

Sometimes, fate worked in mysterious ways.

There was one thing he could do, though.

“We will find out who did it, and we will get justice for your father.” He had already vowed to do so, along with his friends, but he wanted her to hear the words, too. “I will keep you informed of everything we discover.”

“And I will help as I can.”

“As you can,” he agreed. He kissed the top of her head, his chest filled with the warmth of his emotions. “I am here for you. Always. No matter what. I love you, my little swan.”

Tipping her head back against his arm so she could look at him, her legs wound around his, hand caressing his back, his wife smiled at him.

“I love you, my indecent duke.”

He raised his eyebrow at her.

“Indecent, am I?”

“From the moment you kissed me in the library to right now.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “My bottom is still throbbing.”

Well, he could hardly argue with that. Rather than try, he lowered his lips to hers, claiming them in a searing kiss. She was his little swan, but she was also his indecent duchess.