Page 79 of To Ensnare a Duke

I'd have no issue with giving her exactly what she needs and wants. It kills me to hold myself back like this, to keep my touch and emotions aloft in order to drive home the importance of her obedience to me. Not because I'm a sadistic bastard who gets off on such things, but because she really seems to have no concept of the danger lurking around London.

How many times now have I pulled her from the fire? At least once literally, but several figuratively. My heart clenches as I continue to fuck her, sorrow lancing through my chest at the idea of her no longer being here with me. Though I've not allowed myself to think of her as mine until she ensnared me, I've not been able to pluck her from my heart or mind since.

She's wormed her way past my defenses until the point where I can't see myself without her. It pains me to imagine some mischief befalling her because she cannot confine herself and her desires. If only she'd trust me. I could give her all the stimulation she needs to keep herself from being bored.

If boredom is her main affliction, then I certainly have the cure. But with that, I'd also keep her safe. Though it's hard to stay disconnected with my cock deep in her arse, I do my best to keep us separated. It's the only way to retain my sanity.

Slide in.

Wait.

Hold.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Ease out of her lush body.

Repeat

Over and over like a mantra, I slide in as deep as I can go and force myself to stay still, to tease her mercilessly until she cannot help but scream out in frustration.

Slide in.

Wait.

Hold.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Ease out of her lush body.

Repeat.

Tingles fly up and down my spine as my release nears. The only thing left is to decide whether to knot inside her or not. As much as I wish to draw out the punishment, I don't want to chance harming her. Besides, it's not fair to only have one of us suffer.

With a loud groan, I grip her hips and drive forward, stopping short as my knot swells on the outside of her arsehole. My cock jerks as cum surges out, draining me as I rock back and forth, emptying myself into her. Her wails reach a fever pitch as she jerks forward and back, desperately trying to grind her clit against the bed.

Each movement brings a new sensation up and down my shaft, making me groan and grip her even tighter. Panted breaths flee my lips as I lower myself to her back and kiss up her spine.

"You took that so very well, my minx."

"Does that mean I can find release now?" Her pitiful wails slam into me, demanding I give in.

But I can't. The fact that she doesn't even seem to understand that it's part of her punishment eats at me.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

"Probably not." Though there's a mournful note in her tone, I can't tell if it's from the lack of orgasm or the inability to behave.

With a heavy sigh, I pull out of her. Cum drips from her puckered hole and splashes down onto the floor below to mingle with her slick. Somehow, it's all gone so wrong. I undo the restraints from her ankles and then her hands before helping her turn over.

Tears stain her cheeks as she gazes up at me, hurt and desperation lurking in her depths. Her pupils are pitch black, yet her gaze seems intelligent. Twisting her lips up into a scowl, she looks down at my cock.

"You found your release in a way not becoming of a husband to his wife. It's only fair that I find mine."