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"What am I going to do with you," I murmur, stroking my cock on the outside of my breeches. "I have half a mind to defile you here and now, but that would not be honorable. Besides, remember what I also said to you. Only good girls get pleasure from my hands, my mouth, and my cock upon their lovely quims. Have you been a good girl?"

Again, she gives an exasperated sigh. "You know I bloody well haven't. I don't understand why you insist on lecturing me while striking my flesh. Just finish it already."

"I do not believe you're in any position to order me about." Again, I lay two hard swats, one on each cheek. She bucks against the restraints and sobs but does nothing to change her haughty attitude. "Be grateful I'm not washing your mouth out for your foul language on top of the punishment I'm giving you."

"Oh, yes, most magnanimous duke. How grateful I am to your leniency." Sarcasm drips from her lips, sending shards of irritation up my spine.

Normally, I do not lash out in anger. I detest it when men are unable to control themselves. Yet, with this woman, I'm beginning to understand why some get so hard pressed to keep their tempers in check. Unhooking the front of my breeches, I pull out my shirt and allow my cock to slide out, free of its confines.

Groaning, I palm the sensitive flesh, stroking up and down as I stare at my bride-to-be's mottled arse. Even with the light bruising showing through already, her pussy is soaking wet. All for me. It's my touch that drives her to this heightened state.

I grit my teeth and spread her cheeks wide and stare at her bottom hole. It clenches, puckering even more as I gaze upon it. Smiling, I slide my fingers across her lower lips, gathering her arousal and bring it up to that shameful back entrance.

Augusta bucks against me, doing her best to move me away. I'm relentless as I invade her with my finger, stretching her out, defiling her as I saw in and out, spreading her arousal around the surface and deep within. It slips in easily, aided by her slick and anal training.

I don't hide my appreciation as I groan loudly enough for her to hear. My wordless praise causes her arousal flow even more, flowing down her inner thighs to slicken her skin. Pulling out, I ease two past her tight ring.

Her wails of consternation soon turn into needy pleas as I piston in and out, widening her hole for the punishment yet to come. As much as I want to make this hurt, to wound her as she's wounded me, I find I cannot. For all my talk of depravity, I cannot force myself to make her shy away from my touch, as hellacious as it can be.

Augusta cries out, writhing against the bed. With her hips too far away from the mattress, she cannot stimulate herself. A wicked grin slides across my lips as I torment her with my touch. It's the only thing that seems to make an impact, though the paddle might be a close second.

"Naughty girls don't get pleasure," I grind out, forcing three thick digits into her tight back hole. "Unfortunately for me, it seems as if you like me playing with your forbidden entrance. Do you like it, minx? Do you like me violating you where no one ought to touch?"

"I- I-" she whimpers but doesn't answer me.

With my free hand, I smack her arse, drawing a ragged groan from her lips. "That's not an answer. And do be truthful, my dear. I'd hate to come up with something far more devious and wretched to do to you."

"Yes, you right arse," she screams. "I bloody like it. And I don't give two figs if you wash my mouth out or not. Please, let me release. I'm begging you."

"That's it, my minx. Beg me. Plead with me. Just know that I am not a benevolent god. I will not heed your prayers no matter how passionately they drip from your lips."

CHAPTER 34

AUGUSTA

Lust drips through my veins at his filthy words. With each smack of his hand against my upturned bottom, I burn all the hotter. His fingers slide in and out of that forbidden hole with an ease that should humiliate me, but I find I cannot bring myself to care.

Not now. Not when every inch of me is screaming for this. He's merciless, relentless, twisting my insides as he threatens to shatter my mind. Even now, I feel myself drifting on the cusp of nothingness. It's like the last time. Warmth envelopes me, trying to drag me under.

I want nothing more than to luxuriate in the feel of his hands roving over my body, owning me, controlling me, but I find myself splintering into nothing. And then, everything stops. A sharp smack of that blasted wooden instrument of torture shakes the cobwebs loose until I'm coherent once more.

"None of that," he purrs, running his fingertips over the swollen tissue as if admiring his handiwork. "I want you to feel every inch of me slide into you, claiming your naughty bottom hole as mine."

The area in question spasms. Whether it's in need or fear, I cannot tell yet. The images from earlier flash into my mind, making me draw a ragged breath. So huge. Far larger than the piece of glass I've been sliding up there the last few days.

"Please, Your Grace," I whimper. "I cannot. It won't fit. It just won't."

He chuckles as he grazes the area. "It will fit. Have no doubt about it. I will make it fit."

"You wish to split me in two?" Hysteria tinges my voice as I thrash about in the restraints. "Please do not harm me in this way. If I perish, there will be questions. You will not leave unscathed."

Silence looms between us for a moment. "You think this act will be your end? Oh, if only it were that convenient. No, my dear. I'm afraid you're stuck with me for far longer than tonight."

His fingers go to that shameful place once more, but I can't keep my mind from spiraling out of control. "Please, Your Grace. I must insist."

When he pulls away this time, he smacks the sensitive spot, making me jerk forward while howling in discomfort, and making me so very painfully aroused. "You are not in a position to insist anything."

"A- a request then?"