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remember every moment, every embrace and caress. I let myself feel it all over again. His lips against my nipple, his fingers delving places fingers shouldn't actually go, the feel of his intense thrusts rocking my body on the bed like a ship on rough waters.
    I could feel his rough whiskers on my soft skin, the blush he left everywhere he touched. Could it be enough? Could I let the one night with him be enough?
    I doubted it, but the room I now saw as a prison would suggest I might have to.
    I sighed and let myself succumb to the exhaustion that wracked my body.
    The door opened, waking me. The duke gave me a look of disgust. “I understand you no longer wish to be married to me.”
    I looked down on the floor, ashamed of the state of myself. “I wish to be free to choose love for myself.”
    He closed the door behind himself. “A girl with a dowry as large as yours has no right to make a choice like that.” He reached down and pulled at the button on his trousers. “Lift your dress.”
    I shook my head. “No. Good sir, we are not married.”
    He scoffed. “I will not take your precious maidenhead.” He pulled his limp cock from his pants. “I just wish to relieve myself.” He moved quickly, grabbing my arm. “You will learn your place in my home, Ella. You will learn when you are permitted to speak. You will also learn there are punishments for being disobedient. Your disrespect has earned you your first lesson.”
    He hauled me up off of the bed and laid me over his knee. I struggled against him but his arms held me tightly. “You think a wiry little girl like you stands a chance? Fight Ella, it makes me harder.” He lifted my skirts and bent my face down farther. He brought his hand down hard on my cheeks, thankfully I had my knickers on. The swat still made me cry out though. He ripped at my clothes, tearing my undergarments yet again.
    Mercifully, I had been given a washbasin and had cleaned away the evidence of my lost maidenhood.
    He brought his hand down on my cheeks.
    “How do you want this, painfully or pleasurably?”
    I sniffled. “Pleasure.”
    He picked me up and dropped me to the bed , face down . He kicked my legs apart, spreading my arse for him to see. He ran his hands over it. “You have a fine ass, Ella.” He spread my cheeks and legs farther. I tried to sit up but he pushed my face down on the bed. “Your poor cunny is swollen from yesterday’s play. I can’t imagine what it will look like when I’m done with you.”
    He brought his hand down on my cheeks again, but this time the swing landed close to the crack of my arse. I cried out but it wasn't in pain. The vibration rang throughout my entire groin.
    He swung again, reaching his free hand up into the base of my hair. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled hard, swinging his hand again. I moaned and ground my cunny into the bed. He spanked again, sending fire throughout my body. My legs tightened and my moaned became bleats.
    He bent down, chuckling in my ear. “I’ve seen whores take years to become as astute a pupil as you are naturally. You will be my fuck toy.” He spanked and the anger in me blended with the pleasure, taking me to another high. I was on the verge of orgasming but he never hit again. He rolled me on my back and pushed me up onto the bed. He climbed onto the bed, between my legs, slapping the head of his cock on my nub. I moaned, grinding against him. He laid a series of light slaps against it and then started rubbing himself in the moisture I was making.
    “Lift your legs in the air.”
    I obeyed, on the verge of begging him to just fuck me. He slipped his cock in the tiny space between my thighs and cunny. He started thrusting in the little hole he had made. “Squeeze those legs tighter.”
    I did, making his head of his cock rub harder against me. I squeezed so hard he cried out. I thought I’d hurt him, but his cock was spitting something all over my stomach and chest. He rubbed it into my breasts