Page 53 of To Ensnare a Duke

"Not quite. It is a solid piece. Nothing can go in or come out. And if you look at the base, you'll see that it is not fit to sit anywhere without toppling over."

"Curious," she murmurs, caressing the tip and running her fingers down the shaft.

If only she knew what she was fondling. "Turn over and thrust your bottom in the air," I rasp.

Her cheeks pinken as she darts her gaze to the side. "You wish to beat me with it then?"

"Not at all, my dear. It is to help you enjoy our wedding night a bit better. I can certainly be magnanimous when I wish to be."

"I'm sure," she murmurs, handing it back to me. "Though I've never known you to do anything that didn't give you some amount of pleasure as well."

Augusta turns over, her movements tentative, hesitant. Once she gets into position, I drag the edge of her night rail up and lay it across her lower back. Her skin is still mottled from the strap. Lovely hues of pinks, blues, purples, blacks and reds fan out like a lurid sunset that only I can see and appreciate.

My balls clench painfully hard as I study my handiwork, sighing as she flinches at my delicate touch. Still so innocent and waiting to be defiled. Though she knows enough to ask me for release, she's still such a blank slate, a canvas for my deviant lusts.

"Now then, no matter what I do, I want you to breathe. Take my gift like the good little minx I know you can be."

"I- I will do my best."

"Good girl. Now press your shoulders down into the bed and reach behind to grab your bottom cheeks. I want you to spread yourself wide for me. Show me that naughty back hole of yours."

"You are a monster," she mumbles into the thick padding beneath her. "How could you want me to do such a wretched thing?"

"Do you refuse then? Do you not wish to have my gift?"

With a soft sigh, she does as she's told, no doubt the curiosity winning out. It's a gamble I'll bet on every time. With this insatiable girl, she will always want to know.

With her arse cheeks spread, her back entrance stands out, the puckered flesh clenching and releasing as her nerves threaten to overwhelm her. Not wishing to delay any further and cause her to bolt from my touch, I pull out a small vial of oil.

The first drop causes her to jerk forward. A heavy sigh drifts from my lips as I rest my hand on her bottom cheek and squeeze. "This can go as easy or as hard as you want it. I suggest the former, so I do not accidentally injure you. Now stay still and breathe."

Smearing the oil around her bottom hole, I dip my finger in, spreading the lubrication. The sphincter clenches around my thick digit, as if angry at the sudden intrusion. When she doesn't move, I continue to slide in a little deeper, groaning as the tight ring of muscle undulates around me.

A perverse part hopes she'll disobey me, that she'll give herself a release before our wedding so that I may defile this forbidden part of her first. How pretty will she look wrapped around my cock, her anus struggling to accommodate my girth? Precum wells to the tip of my cock as I imagine fucking her in this deviant way.

Knowing my incorrigible deplorable, she'll no doubt come to like it. Maybe even beg for it.

I pull out and drop some oil onto two of my fingers and work them in, doing my best to ignore the soft moan drifting from her lips. She certainly likes what I'm doing to her. It makes it all the more difficult not to just train her with my cock. But as sadistic as I am, I don't wish to break my new toy.

I'll have her for forever, and that's more than enough time to ease her into my way of life.

After a few pumps, I notch the plump end of the dilator into her arsehole and hold it there. Below me, Augusta clenches the sheets, her face as red as I've ever seen it.

"I'm going to slide my gift deep inside this naughty little arse of yours, my troublemaker. As I push, I want you to exhale. Understood?"

"Y- yes, Your Grace."

Bloody hell, but she's perfection. The instant I push in, her breath comes out in a shaky exhale. Once there is no more air, I pause and let her regain her composure. It takes an eternity to slide the entire piece into her. The ring of muscle quivers around it as I push the flared base against it.

What little I can see is white and stretched—simply beautiful. Underneath my palm, I feel her body strain as it makes sense of this new intrusion. Not wishing to be a complete cad, I reach down lower and skim my fingers against her taut clit.

A ragged cry bursts from her lips as she rocks back and forth, desperation lining the curves of her body. "Please," she begs, the whined note to her voice making my cock pulse and my knot thicken. "I beg of you."

"Remember what I said earlier. You can beg all you want, but I will not allow you this release. Not until you've learned your lesson."

"I've learned," she wails. "I've changed. Just let me show you."

"Hmmmm. Such pretty words spoken in desperation." I pull my fingers away and watch in amusement as she grips the sheets in her fists and howls deep into her pillow where hardly any can hear.