Page 101 of His Forbidden Duchess
Her lips parted, her eyes twinkling as she looked up at him. “Perhaps,” she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper, “you should take me to your bedchamber and… show me what you intend to do about it.”
Felix shook his head, the gleam in his eyes turning positively wicked.
“No,” he said, his tone firm. He rose and seated himself in the high-backed chair by the window. “Stand.”
Excitement quivered through her, and she obeyed him immediately, standing in front of him, waiting for his command to go to the bedchamber.
Felix assessed her, his finger tapping his lip in contemplation. “No, I will not take you upstairs,” he stated. “I believe the consequences should be delivered here. Right here in this drawing room.”
A blush rose to Eloise’s cheeks as she glanced at the door, her hands twisting together in front of her. “Here?” she stammered. “But… but…”
“But nothing,” he said. “Remove your gown.”
“But should we not at least lock the door?”
Felix leaned back in his chair, his gaze intent as he watched her every move, his expression firm and commanding.
“No, Eloise. The door will remain unlocked. Now,” he paused, giving her a pointed look, “do as you are told. Remove your gown.”
Her breath hitched, and she swallowed, feeling a spark ignite in her stomach. The boldness in his words made her heart race and her nerves flutter, and she found herself incapable of resisting his demand.
The look in his eyes, the certainty in his voice—it made her want to obey, to give herself over to him completely.
Eloise hesitated for a moment longer before her hands moved to the delicate fastenings at the back of her gown, her fingers trembling slightly.
She glanced up at him as she slipped the gown from her shoulders, her gaze meeting his as the fabric slipped away, pooling around her feet.
Felix’s eyes traced her every curve and line, his expression a mix of approval and hunger.
His voice was low as he said, “That’s it. Show me everything.”
She stripped until she was entirely naked, the fire warming one side of her and the air rushing from beneath the door cooling the other.
She knew any of the servants could walk in at any moment, and yet still she stood, allowing her husband her examine her.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
Eloise froze at first, but she let her fingers run down her stomach and down between her legs. She kept her eyes steady on him, enjoying the glow of excitement she saw in his eyes as she roved over her body.
“From now on,” he said, his eyes watching the movement of her hands and the growing sheen of excitement on her thighs, “you are to pleasure yourself on a daily basis, whether I am here or not. Is that understood?”
Eloise’s cheeks warmed, but she nodded. “As you wish, Your Grace.”
“Good. I want you to explore your body until you know exactly what it is that satisfies you. Until you can show me what satisfies you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Eloise cleared her throat. Despite failing every other time she had tried, she could feel the familiar tension building in her groin.
She maintained eye contact with her husband—this beautiful, strong man who owned her in every way. The man who belonged equally to her.
She saw his hand idly brushing across his tightened trousers and listened to the way his breath rasped as he watched her, so full of desire and need.
He made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
She began to mewl, her fingers speeding up, and Felix chuckled.
“I see you are getting better at it already,” he said.
