Page 80 of To Ensnare a Duke

I shake my head, refusing to respond before I can clean up. As I go to move, I watch as her fingers fly down toward her clit.

"Touch yourself to release, and I will not bed you tomorrow. The choice is yours. Take your punishment or take your gratification."

"Please," she wails, her fingertips hovering over her clit. "You cannot be so cruel."

Turning from her pitiful display, I walk over to a nearby basin and clean myself, making sure my cock and hands are clean. When I turn back around, she's not touching herself, but her hand keeps inching closer.

"I am not being cruel. You need to learn, and this is the only way."

"I hate that you treat me like this. How can you turn a blind eye to my need?"

"I am not blind. You are being willfully ignorant."

Until this moment, I thought it was always best to marry young and innocent, that way you can train a wife in how you wish for things to be. But now, seeing her lying there with tears in her eyes because I'm denying her for one fucking night, it reminds me that in so many ways, she's still so very young.

What does an eighteen-year-old know of delayed gratification? Granted, it's not as if her parents just outright indulged her. But then I'm clueless as to how long she's been sneaking about, doing what she oughtn't.

A sigh lies heavy on my lips as I squat down in front of her. "You wish for release?"

"Yes. Please, Your Grace."

"And you realize if I grant it, that means I will not come to you after our wedding?"

"If that is your choice."

I shake my head at her words. She doesn't understand. I fear she never will. "Lie back. I will attend you, but on my terms and not yours."

Once her back is flat against the bed, I draw up her thighs so that her feet are planted against the mattress. I cuff her ankles and adjust the rope so that she cannot close her legs even if she wants to.

"Last chance to change your mind."

"Please," she begs. "I ache for your touch."

"Very well."

Taking a deep breath, I tease the entrance to her pussy. She tenses and looks down at me, uncertainty dancing in her eyes. Though I'll wait to claim her there with my cock, I will not deny myself the feel of her core clenching around me.

With one finger, I ease myself into her quim, doing my best not to groan at the feel of her fluttering about my thick digit. My other hand drifts up to caress her clit. Knowing her level of desperation, it won't take her long to reach her peak.

Since this is still supposed to be a punishment, I aim to draw it out as much as I can. Inching in a bit deeper, I stroke her, keeping my thrusts shallow as I tease her swollen clit. Her soft moans surround me, filling my head. Every breath is laced with the scent of her arousal mingled with the musk of my spendings.

If this were some different situation, the eroticism would be almost too much to bear. It's hard to stay disconnected with my fingers deep in her pussy. Each stroke brings her ever closer to the edge.

"Wait," I growl, stilling my touch. "Breathe. In and out, minx. Calm, deep breaths." When she opens, I thrust in a little harder before stopping again. "Wait for my command."

Her body wriggles, but she remains silent, compliant. If only she was this obedient outside of our carnal activities. Again, I pull out and start the process all over.

Our breaths come out in haggard gasps as my cock hardens once more. As much as I wish to keep this clinical, I find I want to be deep inside her again. Such a pretty, little, disobedient addiction.

She's close. I feel it with every clench of her pussy as I invade her. Her soft whines take on a faster, more desperate edge. Again, just as she's about to crest, I stop and order her to breathe.

Minutes tick by like hours as I torture her, driving her to even higher peaks without allowing her to crash. Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she strains against me, every inch taut and primed for release. My hand aches as a cramp threatens to derail me, yet still I push through and punish her.

At this point, it really would be cruel to deny her. Besides, she made her choice. She'd rather have instant gratification as opposed to a prolonged night of bliss between the two of us. That will, no doubt, be punishment enough.

"You may release at any point. I will not torment you further."

I glide in and out of her pussy as I rub her clit, stimulating her without stopping. Her erotic cries crash around me, but I barely hear it. I'm far too deep in my own mind and feelings to fully appreciate the beauty of her release as it races through her, rendering her a babbling mess of gratitude.