Page 11 of Abducting his Duchess

Coming around the front, I tip her chin up to look her in the eyes. “When we get settled, I will have you separate your favorites from the garments you wouldn’t mind having roughed up. Believe me when I say this. Today is not an exception but the rule. I will find any moment to cut these fabrics away from your flesh. Understand?”

“Yes, my love,” she breathes, relief causing her to sag against me.

“Oh dash it all,” I cry out, ripping the cover from my face.

I wish to kiss those pretty pouty lips, and nothing will stand in my way. Gathering her into my arms, I slant my mouth over hers, easing her into a tender kiss. Soon, however, it becomes wild and desperate.

Our teeth clash together as our tongues duel with each other. Moans flit into the air as I bury my free hand into her hair, fisting for a moment as I pull her back. “Such a pretty mouth. But there are other lips I wish to taste. Now then, stand still as I remove this shift from you. No objections, I take it?”

“None, Sir.”

At her honorific, my cock pulses. More precum wells to the surface as need tightens my muscles. “Good fucking girl.”

The knife slides through the flimsy fabric with barely any resistance. Just like that night when I first saw her, it slips down to the floor, exposing her body to my hungry gaze. And, just like that night, I plan to keep her socks and garters on.

There’s something so inherently arousing, seeing her so unclothed and yet not quite. All it does is make me want to dishevel her even more. Placing the knife between my teeth, I bend low and pull her calf up to me, as if she’s a prized steed, which I’m about to shoe.

This image shouldn’t be erotic in the slightest, and yet, for a moment, all I want to do is put a bridle in her mouth and waltz her about for all to see. The delicious humiliation of turning her into my horse to truss up and breed at will… It must be the haze of lust which has me thinking in this manner. Still though, it’s something I might bring up to my friends. Perhaps they have experience in this area?

Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I make quick work of her shoe, tossing it to the floor before I grab her other leg. Now, I can begin. Walking over to the side of the room, I gather the bits of rope I stashed here earlier. They’re soft as silk in my hands, a far cry from the horrendous bite of rope Hugh Beaumont trussed her up with.

Since that fateful day, I’ve only ever used the softest of ropes with her, never once allowing her mind to drift back to his unforgivable actions. The pain I cause her will never mimic anything he ever did. I’ll die before I hurt her like that.

With the knife still firmly in between my teeth, I’m unable to speak out loud to her, but my motions are swiftly obeyed. Her pupils dilate as I slip the rope around the back of her neck and drag the length down her front. For a bit of fun, I rub the silken strands against her nipples, my cock swelling as her soft moans fill the air.

God, but she’s a vision. Removing the knife, I sheath it once more and slide it into my pocket. Right now, my lips want to wrap around those tight buds that beg for my caress. Bending low, I lap at her nipple while my fingers pinch the other.

She writhes under my touch, her body coming alive with every lick and nip. Pulling away, I follow the rope down until I reach her apex. God, but she’s soaked. I drag my fingers through her lower lips, my balls clenching as her slick coats my fingers.

At this rate, I’m going to fuck her before too much else happens, and I so want to truss her up first. Making a small knot in the ropes, I line it up with her clit before I drag the tails up and in between her arse cheeks. Once I slip the ends under the portion around her neck, I pull tight, waiting until I hear her gasp of pleasure as the knot grinds into her clit.

She squirms, no doubt attempting to dislodge the irritant, but the ropes hold firm. “Please,” she whimpers, her body shuddering as each minute movement forces the rope to pleasure her. “I- I can’t take much more of this.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can. You’re such a good little omega. I know you can hold off on your release until I give you permission.”

Again, her soft whimpers meet my ears as her arousal blossoms around us. She can never resist being my good girl. And I love her all the more for it.

Taking the ends, I weave them around the front, caging her breasts in a tight caress. Catherine gasps as I pull them even tighter, making them distend from her body just a touch. From there, I pull here and tuck there until pretty diamond shapes go down her body.

Once I get to her mound, I take the ends and slip them through, extending out the rope resting against her clit. It drives that little knot even further, drawing a cry from her pretty lips. Through the bond, I monitor her, prepared to cut through these ropes in an instant if it causes her undue distress.

But there’s only physical discomfort and an intense need to come. I can live with such emotions. Easing her down onto the floor, I draw my knife back out and drag the tip along her delicate skin.

“If I were an actual highwayman, I could do so many nefarious things with this knife. For instance…” I bring the blade up to her throat, resting it against the thin skin of her neck.

Her lashes flutter as she slips into that hazy space between heaven and earth. God, but I love getting her to this point. Taking care to keep the pressure even, I lean down and kiss her pouty lips before pulling away.

“You’re so beautiful, my love,” I whisper, looking down at her with all the tenderness within me. “I will never be able to think of a day when you will not be by my side. But know this: when I fuck you, it will be hard and raw, full of passion and need. You bring this side out of me. Your soft sighs, your elegant submission…I want all of you, and I shall have it.”

“Always, my love.”

Pulling away, I toss the knife to the side and go to retrieve a different item altogether. I keep my back turned so she cannot see the dilator I pull from a sack hidden in the corner of the room. Truthfully, it doesn’t quite matter, seeing as her mind is in a haze.

I use her arousal to coat the blunt head before pulling the ropes to the side so I can wedge it deep into her ass. “Did I not say I’d find a way to punish you for your language? Though, knowing you, this is more of a reward.”

Keening moans claw at her throat as I stretch her wide, impaling her with the rigid phallus. Her tight ring fights me, threatening to push it out. Growling softly, I wait until her body relaxes before gliding it the rest of the way in.

I watch, transfixed, as her body swallows it up, pulling it deep inside her. We still haven’t explored me taking that bottom hole, and as much as I want to indulge, I’d rather her first time be somewhere other than a dirty old cottage. Soon, though.