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I shoved that dangerous thought down, hard.He mightwantme.That didn’t mean he had feelings for me.
I stood in front of him.Embarrassed over my nudity, I intertwined my fingers in front of my pussy.
“You’re new to discipline, so I’m only going to use my hand.Bend over my knee.”He opened his legs and tugged me between them, then pushed me down so my torso folded over his thigh and rested on the bed.
He slapped my ass, and I gasped at the force of impact and resulting sting.Was it harder than yesterday, or did it just hurt more in the morning?Mercifully, he rubbed the spot, melting all the resistance that had surged in my body.The other butt cheek received the same treatment, and he picked up speed, slapping and rubbing at regular intervals, giving me just enough time to manage my reaction.
The steady buzz between my legs that had been there since the moment the duke had claimed me yesterday flared into a throb, an ache that needed his touch.But he had other plans.
“You disobeyed me, Chelsea girl.”He picked up speed with the spanking, slapping harder and faster.
I squirmed, no longer finding the appeal of spanking.His hand fell harder and ithurt.“I’m sorry!”
“Where were you going?”
“Ung… Just to get—ouch!—fresh air,” I gasped, losing my breath with his steady onslaught.
I kicked my feet, and he clamped his free leg over mine, trapping them and immobilizing my ass, keeping me from dodging his punishing smacks.
“Okay!” I cried, ready for it to be over.A little slap and tickle I understood, but this—this was getting painful.My ass had started to burn and throb, and I felt like he’d never stop.
“This is punishment, beautiful.You disobeyed.You will feel my displeasure.”
“Ouch!Come on.Stop!”I groped for the right words.The ones that would make it end.“I’m sorry, sir.Your grace—your highness.”
He stopped spanking and grasped my hair, lifting my head with it.
I yelped.
“Don’tcall me that.”There was more packed into those words than I could decipher, but I’d certainly made him angry.
“Master!”I remembered what I hoped was the magic word.“I’m sorry, Master.”
He released my hair and massaged away the tingle on my scalp.“I’m not topping you because I’m royal.I’m topping you because I’m your fucking dom.Got it?”
Tears pricked my eyes.“Yes, sir.”My voice cracked.
He immediately pulled me up to sit on his lap and stroked my hair back from my face.Did I catch concern in his gaze?
Humiliation warred with anger as I struggled to regain control of my emotions.I sucked my lower lip into my mouth to keep it from trembling.
Darius grabbed my face and kissed me, hard.
In an instant, his lips became the conduit for the intensity of emotion brewing in me.I returned the kiss with a fervor, grasping his head, giving it back as good as he gave it.Heat flooded my body, pooling between my legs.
Darius nudged me to my feet, never releasing my face, his tongue plunging in and out of my lips.He used one hand to pull me back on his lap, straddling him.
My bare pussy found his hard length beneath his jeans, and I rocked over it, rubbing my clit, trying to ease the throb there.
Darius palmed my ass and yanked me over his cock.“You want some of this, American sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I panted before attacking his lips with my own, sucking his lower lip, pressing my pussy against him.
He gripped my face and pulled me back, holding my jaw in the most controlling way possible.“You want my cock, you’re going to take it in the ass, baby.”
My anus and pussy clenched at that direction.I shook my head.“Oh no.”
He stood up, dropping my feet to the floor.“Oh yes.Naughty slaves take it in the ass.You need a lesson in submission, sweet thing, and I’m going to give it to you.”
