Free Under A Duke's Hand by Annabel Joseph Page B

children?”
    She blinked at his friendly, conversational
tone, as if he hadn’t just birched her so awfully. Yes, I would
like to have children. No, not with you.
    He slid his palms down over her shoulders and
to her chest, and cupped her breasts. “Are you eager for children?”
he asked again.
    “I don’t know.”
    He rolled her nipples between his fingertips
with a thoughtful expression. She hated that it felt good, that he
was arousing her when she did not wish to become aroused. He
pressed kisses beneath her earlobe, and on her neck. He pinched her
nipples again. “Spread your legs for me.”
    She felt too worn out to fight him, so she
obeyed. He placed his palm right over the place that most liked to
be touched, and teased her sensitive spot with the tip of a finger.
She bit her lip again, this time to hold back sounds of pleasure.
She would not make those sounds for him. She would not .
    But it became very hard to maintain her
control as he slipped his fingertip over and around that little nub
of flesh. The teasing tingles set her whole body trembling. She
wanted to protest and say no to him, but it would be ridiculous.
She was wet as a river. Her head fell back against his shoulder as
he stimulated her, urging her toward release.
    “Yes, you see,” he said. “These sorts of
activities are very important. Not only for making children, but
for encouraging intimacy between us. I like making you feel
good.”
    “Then why did you punish me?” she moaned.
    “Because you deserved it.” He stood and
lifted her, and laid her back on the bed. She winced as her tender
bottom contacted the wool coverlet.
    “Does it smart too much?” he asked. “Let’s
try this instead.” He took her about the waist and turned her over,
setting her on her hands and knees. “No, don’t lie down. Stay just
like this. Spread your legs wider.”
    Gwen swallowed hard, holding the lewd pose.
Behind her, the duke removed his dressing gown and threw it across
a chair. When he returned, he pressed his thick shaft at her
entrance, and she realized how badly her body wanted him, even
through the pain and the shame.
    “There,” he said as he slid inside her.
“That’s what you needed to feel better, isn’t it? Answer me. Yes, Sir. ”
    She made a negative sound, not because she
didn’t agree, but because she didn’t want to say it. He gave her
aching backside a slap and she blurted out the words. “Yes,
Sir.”
    “ Yes, Sir, I need it. Answer me
properly.” He slid deeper inside, stretching her open. “Say it, my
naughty, punished girl.”
    “Yes, Sir, I need it,” she cried, as he
smacked her bottom again. “I need it.”
    “And you shall have it.” He drove into her
with sudden forcefulness. It should have felt bad, but instead it
felt marvelous and exciting. Her nipples tightened as her breasts
bounced from his jolting thrusts. He pounded into her from behind,
hurting her tender cheeks each time he contacted them, but her
arousal grew, somehow, from the depths of this discomfort. She
clenched around his driving length as he reached beneath her to
stroke her quim.
    “I suppose you would like to have your
release,” he said.
    She jerked her hips against him in answer,
moaning as he tugged her hair with his other hand. “Yes. Please,
Sir. I would like to.”
    “Unfortunately, I don’t think you deserve
it.” His delightful caresses stopped. He moved his hands to her
hips and held her there, and thrust in her as before.
    “I am not...allowed?” she asked.
    “Not tonight. Just stay in position and let
me take my pleasure. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll permit you to come, if
you display a more convivial demeanor.”
    She stared down at the bed, shocked. Why, did
he think he could control her, even in this? She would show him.
But as she tried to regain those heights of arousal, she found the
ability had passed. Perhaps it was his command to the contrary, or
his displeasure with her, or the fear of more punishment if