Box Set: Highland Flings: Scottish Historical Victorian Romance Taboo BDSM Erotica by Bonnie Brand Read Free Book Online

underskirt, so I could feel the air on my sex too, and it was so cool, at first, that I almost wondered whether the Duke was blowing on it… But then I felt another smack upon my backside, and it was so hard, and such a shock, that it caused me to groan.

    ‘Groan, you animal,’ said the Duke, smacking me again. ‘The naive little blacksmith’s daughter needs to learn who rules this house,’ said the Duke. ‘And when the Duke feels that she understands this, he’ll give her a special gift in return.’ He smacked me again, and I almost bit down on the wooden slat at the end of the bed.

    ‘I will obey you, sir,’ I breathed, my backside glowing with pain, causing ripples of heat to spread out from my buttocks, to between my thighs, and then in and around my virgin sex. The heat felt good. It felt as though the Duke was setting me on fire, and my sex was ablaze for him. I even felt it beginning to melt a little, and felt the molten juice from my sex begin to drip, like warm candle wax, between my thighs.

    ‘The little animal understands,’ the Duke said behind me, satisfied, and I heard him removing his belt, and wondered whether he was about to lash me with it, as my father had done when I was a young girl.

    But instead, I became aware of the smell of something unfamiliar, and then I felt something warm and smooth, pressing the top of my thighs, then nudging at my arsehole, then, as if it changed its mind, it began pushing at the entrance to my inflamed sex. I felt the juices from my sex run onto the smooth object, which I had surmised by now, must be the Duke’s meat, and I coated the meat in gravy, as it were, then felt it pushing against my delicate skin, and bursting into me.  

    I had been expecting it to hurt, and wondered whether I was bleeding, but I was feeling too enraptured at this new sensation to spend too long worrying over such trifles. I felt a hot, prickling warmth spreading inside my entire body now, my inner thighs, the tips of my toes, my underarms, my bosom. I felt as though the entirety of me were crackling now, like a pressure was building up inside me and I was about to crack open. I was like a river, about to burst its banks, or…

    My goodness! It felt so good, having this thing inside me, taking up this space that had up until now been unfilled, that I could not help myself from pressing back into it, rubbing my sex up and down the length of it, feeling my muscles tighten around it, taking it further and further inside me, the wetter and more excited I got.

    ‘A frisky little creature!’ the Duke laughed as I rubbed myself against him. ‘I thought as much.’

    Suddenly, he grabbed hold of me, and pushed my body prostrate onto the mattress, my manacled arms sliding out in front of me, the iron casts my father had made not twelve hours ago, pressing into my skin. My belly and breasts were now pushed down into the mattress beneath me, and I felt the full weight of the Duke’s body, pressing down onto me. His shirt was undone, but still on his torso, and the buttons pressed into the soft skin of my back, making impressions in the surface of me, as he pushed his body down on me, grinding his meat into my fragile little sex.

    ‘Sir!’ I gasped.

    ’That is correct,’ he said, panting a little. ‘I’m your sir, and you shall obey me.’

    ‘I shall!’ I gasped. ‘I shall obey you always!’

    ‘Good girl,’ he said, and pushed his meat as far into me as it would go, his hands reaching beneath me and grabbing my breasts as though they were the most sumptuous fruits he had ever tasted, and he wanted to squeeze out every last drop of their delicious juice…

    ‘Tell me you shall obey me again,’ growled the Duke, this face beside my ear now, his breath on my cheek. ‘Tell me you are a common little farm girl, and I am your Lord.’

    ‘You are my Lord!’ I gasped. ‘And I shall obey you!’

    At the sound of my panting decree, the Duke groan in ecstasy, his meat