Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

“ P erhaps, Juliet,” Hector murmured, his breath warm against her hair, “you need to be reminded who the authority figure really is in this household.”

Before Juliet could react, Hector’s lips crushed hers, his kiss fierce and demanding.

Juliet’s hands clutched his shoulders, and her heart pounded as the kiss deepened. Hector’s grip tightened around her waist as he urgently pressed her against the wall, yet his hands caressed her tenderly.

As he pulled away, Hector saw Juliet shudder. Without a word, he guided her to the singular low table at the center of the room.

The air became filled with the muted sounds of their breathing as they began to explore each other’s waiting bodies.

Hector’s hands roamed across Juliet’s body with a purposeful touch, exploring and igniting every nerve his fingers met. Juliet’s breaths came in shallow gasps, and her skin flushed with heat. The blend of passion and authority in Hector’s touch was both thrilling and intimidating.

“Hector…” Juliet whispered, “what are you…”

“Shhh,” Hector interrupted as his finger brushed against her lips. “Remember, this is your punishment for all of the moments you have caused me to quake.”

As he guided her onto the table, his eyes never left hers. There was an edge to his expression, a roughness that contrasted sharply with the tender affection he’d offered.

Hector’s hands released their firm hold on her waist and began to explore and caress the contours of her lithe, taut body. His large fingers were both rough and caring, eliciting sensuous moans from Juliet’s mouth as she reveled in his embrace. He was attuned to her every reaction and each breath she took, and he used this knowledge to deepen the sensuality of her experience.

“When I say discipline is warranted, this is what I meant,” he said, resting both hands on her thighs.

In one swift move, he pushed up her dress, exposing her from the hips down.

Juliet gasped and feverishly held his gaze.

He leaned closer and nipped her neck. As one hand rested on Juliet’s lower back, the other parted her legs. With a single mighty hand, he turned her over. Juliet gasped excitedly and sucked in a breath.

“Hector…” Juliet’s voice trembled as he laid her belly against the table and hoisted up her hips.

“Are you frightened?” Hector teased as he pushed the bundled fabric of her gown higher and removed her undergarments.

“No,” she replied unsteadily, her back arching in response to his touch.

He felt a jolt of arousal in his throbbing member as he stared at her flawless skin. Her buttocks had retained a red flush from her previously seated position, the mounds of flesh twitching invitingly beneath his gaze.

Silently, Hector raised a hand and brought it down hard upon her backside.

The startled gasp that tore out of Juliet’s throat sent a flare of heat from his gut to his groin.

“Hector…” Juliet whimpered and shivered as his fingers caressed her reddened skin.

Hector tilted his head to the side and spanked her again, humming with satisfaction as she reached out to tightly grip the side of the table. She did not try to escape his ministrations.

As he leaned over her back, Hector trailed his fingers from right buttock down the length of her thigh, slowly moving towards her secret parts as she groaned beneath him.

“The things I could do to you, Juliet,” Hector whispered in her ear as he slowly raised his hand higher and higher before finally plunging his finger into her warmth.

“Hector…” she gasped.

Hector halted briefly to let her body become accustomed to his invasion, and he willed himself to regain some fragment of self-control. Juliet’s warm wetness glistened on his fingers as she pushed against his hand again and again.

Hector moaned as he spanked her again and drove his fingers deep inside of her until he could feel the tip of her maidenhood.

Juliet called out as her body jerked relentlessly with waves of intense arousal.

“Are you all right?” Hector’s tone was a curious blend of concern and dominance.

“Yes,” Juliet managed to croak as her voice trembled, “I am.”

“Good,” he crooned with pleasure.

He leaned towards her again, his lips trailing steamy kisses down the back of her neck as he delivered another strike with calculated precision. His fingers found her pearl and began to rub it in slow spirals that made Juliet gush and shudder uncontrollably.

Their muffled moans and groans stoked the fire of their mutual hunger for one another. His movements were controlled, each action deliberate, ensuring she felt every sensation he intended her to experience.

“Hector, please,” Juliet’s voice was a mix of protest and unfettered desire as her body eagerly sought his touch.

“Do you think you can disobey me so easily?” Hector’s voice was a low growl as his fingers continued to employ torturous strokes, plunges and flicks upon her moist recesses. “You must remember your place.”

Juliet could only shake her head and moan. Hector could see how close she was to her final release. He grinned wickedly, withdrew his fingers and spun her around.

“Speak!” he commanded, but Juliet was so deeply engrossed in her rapture that she could not hear him.

He returned to her bruised, red lips and kissed her roughly and deeply, his tongue hungrily exploring the delicious recesses of her mouth. His eager shaft twitched with a wanton need to be buried inside of her wetness.

A sudden knock at the door shattered the intensity of the moment.

Juliet’s eyes widened, and Hector’s hand paused in its return to the heat between her legs.

“Your Grace?” a voice called from outside. “I regret to intrude, but we request the Duchess’ assistance with a matter.”

Hector’s eyes meet Juliet’s, both still caught up in the intensity of their act

Juliet’s cheeks were brightly flushed, and her breaths were ragged and quick. She looked up at Hector with naked longing.

Hector sighed. “It seems you have more pressing matters to address.” He stood up, adjusted his bearing to a more composed state, and he helped her find her undergarments and smooth down her skirts.

Juliet bit her lip, her eyes still luminous with lust.

Hector’s lips curved into a triumphant smirk. He cupped her chin in one hand and had her face him as he spoke.

“Remember this the next time you defy me, sweet wife.”

Juliet shivered deliciously.

As he released her, he was certain that he had begun what would become a debauched game between them.