He gave her a gentle but firm push.
His resolve made her knees weak and she allowed him to propel her toward a plush-looking, dark blue velvet divan.
She would have turned but he put his hands on her back and pressed her down. His forcefulness surprised her. Sent a thrill through her. She let him press her until she knelt on the deep, jewel-toned, swirling patterns of the rug.
Her hands touched the soft cushion. The sense of the crispness of new velvet crushing under her gloved hands gave her a peculiar notion that her teeth itched.
He swept her hair aside and grasped the back of her neck. “Don’t move.”
His hot breath tickled her ear and sent a delicious shudders cascading down her spine. Her nipples stiffened as if exposed to frosty morning air.
She felt the wrenching motions of him adjusting his clothing.
“I cannot concentrate, I cannot sleep,” he said. “I think of nothing but having you beneath me like this.”
Her skirts came up and a whoosh of chilly air assaulted her bareness. With a slow, sweeping motion, he caressed her buttocks. “You have surely the world’s most gorgeous arse. The memory of it is forever burned into my mind.”
Smack!
His hand made contact with her right buttock. A slight burning tingle bloomed. A giggle forced its way up her throat. A nervous, bubbly giggle born of pure shock. She ruthlessly suppressed it. He was always shocking her. None of her other lovers had bothered with such peculiar preliminaries. He laid several more light slaps to her flesh.
Crack!
He spanked her with more force. Stinging pain erupted in its wake—and yet it was not pain, for it sent fire directly to her nub. A feeling of letting go, of giving all of her body over to him swept her. The notion, the sensation aroused her further. She arched her back, presenting her bottom unwittingly for the return of his hand. He was really spanking her now, something she never thought she’d ever allow anyone to do. But the action continued to send waves of pure carnal heat radiating deep into her belly, making her nub ever more erect and throbbing. She lost track of how many times his hand landed on her buttocks. The rhythmic rain of fiery pleasure-pain consumed her.
She tried to shift her position and touch her cunt, her aching nub. He stopped spanking her and grasped her hand then placed it behind her back.
“Don’t move.” His words were a harshly ground out command.
Her heart beat faster in response and she froze.
He dropped her hand and seized her hips, roughly so that she was sure he’d leave handprints. Her arousal increased until she could only breathe in short pants.
His cock touched her entrance.
He pushed into her with such force it took her breath. A wave of pleasure convulsed her. Satisfaction at the way he stretched her, filled her.
“I think of nothing but thrusting into your softness.” He nipped the skin of her nape. “Of pounding into you and driving you to come, until there is room for nothing but me in your thoughts.”
He propelled himself into her, again and again, pounding against the mouth of her womb. Sensation slammed into her belly, again and again. Just as he’d said, there was no room for anything in her thoughts but him. His cock drove her to madness.
He stopped and laid several more firm spanks to her arse. She knew he was striking hard but she could feel nothing but thrilling sparks of sensation. Hunger consumed her. Her womb and her nub hurt with the need to come. She cried out her need in a series of feline-like moans.
He thrust into her, hard. “Is this what you want?”
She moaned.
“Is this what you need?”
She moaned louder.
He thrust into her again and again. Faster and faster. Her heart pounded in a savage beat. Her cunt pulled tight, so tight she couldn’t bear it. Oh God, she needed release now. Now!
“Come for me.” He growled the words low.
Pleasure poured over her in a white-hot fury of sensation. She cried out with it. He increased his efforts until she was writhing. Screaming. Digging her nails through her gloves into the cushion. Her cunt convulsed, the spasms coming hard, as fast, brutal, unbearable bliss seared up through her belly.
He jerked himself from her with such force it rocked her body anew. The hot surge of his seed splashed her buttocks. His harsh shout sounded. She collapsed and her cheek fell against the soft velvet. The scent of new fabric mixed with the odor of sexual intercourse and sweat. She licked her dried lips and waited for her head to stop spinning and for her breath to slow to normal. He was the Duke of Hartley.
She’d been spanked and thoroughly fucked by the Duke of Hartley.
For no particular reason, as the thought came to her, it struck her as humorous. She laughed, breathlessly, weakly.
“Jeannie.” He caressed her hair. “My lovely, Jeanne.”