Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

BENEDICT

I watch my wife-to-be as she paces her room. Shuttered in the shadows, she has no idea I observe every movement from the safety of the hidden passage. Her movements are frenetic, fraught with anxiety and need.

When I saw the disbelief on her face when I told her I'd know if she satisfied herself, I nearly laughed out loud. Even now, she doesn't realize her movements are fueled by her lustful urges. For most, my words would, no doubt, be a farce of sorts.

They'd be able to remain calm despite desiring me or being depleted. My little hoyden, on the other hand, has not mastered such an art. Here, in the privacy of her room, she drops the facade, revealing the true depth of her need to me.

Thankfully, she was able to quell her actions a touch around the others. But then, they will probably read any nervousness as simply a young bride preparing for her wedding day. It is to be expected.

Only I know the truth. Even now, the scent of her arousal floods the room, nearly stealing my breath. How I wish to indulge. But then, she must understand the severity of her actions. Though part of me will always applaud her temerity in ensnaring me, I must impart punishment for putting herself at risk.

Every now and then, she pauses and glances over at her little table. The flowers I gave her during our chaperoned meeting stand tall and proud, an outward show of my affection. With an almost reverent touch, she glides her fingers over the petals.

I bite back a groan as I picture her hands touching me that same way. How I long to feel her fingers caressing my cock as she explores me with her tongue and lips. The pain of waiting is punishment for us both.

Shifting a bit, I slide my hand into my pocket, fondling the real gift I have for her. The flowers were for society. This one is for me.

"You look vexed, my dear. Whatever seems to be the matter?"

Augusta whirls around, her hand fluttering over her chest. "Oh. It's just you."

"Just me? Were you expecting anyone else?" I do my best to tamp down the jealousy flaring inside as I stride toward her. "Lord Harhall perhaps?" The way her nose wrinkles in disgust as I say that name is all the confirmation I need.

"He seems affable and all, but I wouldn't want nor need to see him in my bedchambers. But what about you? Why are you here?"

My lips tilt up into a smirk as I lie down on the bed and spread my arms wide. "Can't a prospective groom give his soon-to-be-wife a gift?"

Her eyes narrow as suspicion lines her face. "You've already given me roses. They were quite adequate."

"Adequate?" I tease. "I'll have you know those are some of the finest flowers in the hot house. What more could you possibly want?"

Desperation quivers through her body as she eases over to me, her face flushed. "There is something you could give me."

"And that is?"

"I… Well… That is… What I mean to say…"

"Spit it out, minx. I haven't all night. Convincing the Archbishop of Canterbury that we are indeed madly in love and need to marry right away took longer than I expected, and I have other matters to attend to."

"You know what I want," she scowls, sending a thrill of laughter through me.

"Of course I know what you want. You wish to have a much bigger bouquet. Am I correct?"

Augusta balls up her fist and punches my shoulder. The poor dear seems to hold back, as if she's afraid to actually hurt me. "That's not what I want, and you know it."

"Hmmm. I do have other gifts planned for this week. But those are supposed to be a surprise."

"What I want isn't a gift. not really. It's…"

That adorable blush fans over her cheeks, going up to the root of her hair. "Then tell me, sweet girl. What do you want?"

"I…"

"Yes?" I tease, my lips curling into a wide grin.

It's not often I get to see her this flustered, and I enjoy watching the play of emotions over her face.

"You see… What I want…" Again, she trails off and waves her hand around the lower half of her body.

"I'm not clairvoyant, my dear. You will have to use your words if you want any hope of getting what you desire."

"Argh," she rasps out, the frustration evident in the rigid lines of her body. "I need to release. I wish for you to do it or allow me to."

"Oh? Is that all? Perhaps it's time I show you my gift."

Her eyes widen as her gaze drifts down to my pocket where the objects bulge it out. In all her desperation, she seems to have missed it.

"This will help prepare you for our wedding night. Because we both know you will not be able to last the next several days."

Her eyes narrow as she plants her hands on her hips. "How is it fair that you can, no doubt, release whenever the mood strikes you, yet I'm supposed to keep to myself?"

"I am not the one who ensnared the other, am I? I do not need to prove to you my repentance, do I?"

Her face falls, and for a moment, I worry I've gone too far with her.

"It's only because I know we'd make such a good match." Her gaze tips up to mine, blazing with irritation. "If you weren't so stubborn, you'd see that."

"And I suppose a simple conversation couldn't have occurred? Trapping me was the only way to accomplish this? Much less putting yourself in danger with the likes of Lord Harhall."

"What is your grudge against him? He seems perfectly nice and-"

I leap off the bed and come within inches of my na?ve, little hoyden. Unable to resist the smooth column of her neck, I slide my fingers around it and hold tight. With each swallow, I feel the muscles convulse under my hand.

The power is erotic, holding her like this, owning her like this. Her eyes dilate just a touch as I push her toward the wall, the power of my stride compelling her with each step. Once her back hits the hard surface, I tighten my grip, reveling in the feeling of her pulse fluttering under my fingertips.

"A wolf in sheep's clothing will often appear nice. Beware those who put on a pretty facade for society yet harbor dark intentions deep within."

Again, she swallows, her hands pushing against my chest in soft, insistent motions. One by one, I loosen my fingers, allowing her to breathe fully.

"And you? Are you a facade I should fear?"

"Oh no, my little minx. I am wholly the devil you know, the monster lurking beneath the surface is one you should be well acquainted with by now."

Her breath hitches in her throat, drawing her breasts up to graze against my chest. Her nipples pebble under the thin fabric of her night rail, drawing a ragged groan from my lips.

"How you vex me," I murmur against her neck as I refuse the siren call of her arousal. "Now, on the bed, so I might give you a show of my true affection."

The moment I fully release her, she flies over to the bed, her body wriggling with anticipation. I don't even have to say a word. The little wanton lies down on her back, lifts the edge of her night rail, and spreads her legs. Arousal glistens on her thighs and glosses her lower lips and thatch of curls.

How she tempts me to indulge. But she'll never learn if I give in. As much as I want to watch her fall apart for me again, I need to impart this lesson. Even if it kills us both.

"And what form of a gift do you think I bring?"

Her fingers lower, pausing at her mound. "You said true affection. Does this not involve giving me a slight respite? I've been such a good girl. I haven't touched myself even though I've wanted to. Please," she begs so prettily. "Please allow me a release so I might once again be in a right mind. I fear I'm about to go mad."

Humming deep in the back of my throat, I stride over to the bed and look down at her, seeing the desperate longing in her eyes. "Have you ever considered it is your madness that I crave? You certainly are being such a good little wanton. But my words are firm and resolute. You will not see a release until I grant it to you on our wedding night. Do not ask again. Beg as much as you want, but I will not indulge you."

The chit sits up and drags down her night rail, harrumphing as crosses her arms and glares at me. The absolute nerve of this woman.

"In that case, your very presence torments me. I wish for you to leave my bedchamber."

"Such a haughty minx," I chuckle, drawing my gift out of my pocket. "Do you not wish to know the present I brought you? Am I really so odious an Alpha?"

Again, her curiosity peaks as she cranes her neck forward to see what's in my hands. "Very well. You may give me your gift. Then I will still ask you to leave."

I shake my head, my tone dry as I slide closer to her. "Well then, Milady. With your permission."

When I hand her the glass dilator, she rolls it about in her hand, her brows furrowing. "Is it to hold liquid? Or a flower perhaps? It's not quite big enough for the bouquet you gave me this morning. And besides, they already have a container to hold them."

"Not quite. It is a solid piece. Nothing can go in or come out. And if you look at the base, you'll see that it is not fit to sit anywhere without toppling over."

"Curious," she murmurs, caressing the tip and running her fingers down the shaft.

If only she knew what she was fondling. "Turn over and thrust your bottom in the air," I rasp.

Her cheeks pinken as she darts her gaze to the side. "You wish to beat me with it then?"

"Not at all, my dear. It is to help you enjoy our wedding night a bit better. I can certainly be magnanimous when I wish to be."

"I'm sure," she murmurs, handing it back to me. "Though I've never known you to do anything that didn't give you some amount of pleasure as well."

Augusta turns over, her movements tentative, hesitant. Once she gets into position, I drag the edge of her night rail up and lay it across her lower back. Her skin is still mottled from the strap. Lovely hues of pinks, blues, purples, blacks and reds fan out like a lurid sunset that only I can see and appreciate.

My balls clench painfully hard as I study my handiwork, sighing as she flinches at my delicate touch. Still so innocent and waiting to be defiled. Though she knows enough to ask me for release, she's still such a blank slate, a canvas for my deviant lusts.

"Now then, no matter what I do, I want you to breathe. Take my gift like the good little minx I know you can be."

"I- I will do my best."

"Good girl. Now press your shoulders down into the bed and reach behind to grab your bottom cheeks. I want you to spread yourself wide for me. Show me that naughty back hole of yours."

"You are a monster," she mumbles into the thick padding beneath her. "How could you want me to do such a wretched thing?"

"Do you refuse then? Do you not wish to have my gift?"

With a soft sigh, she does as she's told, no doubt the curiosity winning out. It's a gamble I'll bet on every time. With this insatiable girl, she will always want to know.

With her arse cheeks spread, her back entrance stands out, the puckered flesh clenching and releasing as her nerves threaten to overwhelm her. Not wishing to delay any further and cause her to bolt from my touch, I pull out a small vial of oil.

The first drop causes her to jerk forward. A heavy sigh drifts from my lips as I rest my hand on her bottom cheek and squeeze. "This can go as easy or as hard as you want it. I suggest the former, so I do not accidentally injure you. Now stay still and breathe."

Smearing the oil around her bottom hole, I dip my finger in, spreading the lubrication. The sphincter clenches around my thick digit, as if angry at the sudden intrusion. When she doesn't move, I continue to slide in a little deeper, groaning as the tight ring of muscle undulates around me.

A perverse part hopes she'll disobey me, that she'll give herself a release before our wedding so that I may defile this forbidden part of her first. How pretty will she look wrapped around my cock, her anus struggling to accommodate my girth? Precum wells to the tip of my cock as I imagine fucking her in this deviant way.

Knowing my incorrigible deplorable, she'll no doubt come to like it. Maybe even beg for it.

I pull out and drop some oil onto two of my fingers and work them in, doing my best to ignore the soft moan drifting from her lips. She certainly likes what I'm doing to her. It makes it all the more difficult not to just train her with my cock. But as sadistic as I am, I don't wish to break my new toy.

I'll have her for forever, and that's more than enough time to ease her into my way of life.

After a few pumps, I notch the plump end of the dilator into her arsehole and hold it there. Below me, Augusta clenches the sheets, her face as red as I've ever seen it.

"I'm going to slide my gift deep inside this naughty little arse of yours, my troublemaker. As I push, I want you to exhale. Understood?"

"Y- yes, Your Grace."

Bloody hell, but she's perfection. The instant I push in, her breath comes out in a shaky exhale. Once there is no more air, I pause and let her regain her composure. It takes an eternity to slide the entire piece into her. The ring of muscle quivers around it as I push the flared base against it.

What little I can see is white and stretched—simply beautiful. Underneath my palm, I feel her body strain as it makes sense of this new intrusion. Not wishing to be a complete cad, I reach down lower and skim my fingers against her taut clit.

A ragged cry bursts from her lips as she rocks back and forth, desperation lining the curves of her body. "Please," she begs, the whined note to her voice making my cock pulse and my knot thicken. "I beg of you."

"Remember what I said earlier. You can beg all you want, but I will not allow you this release. Not until you've learned your lesson."

"I've learned," she wails. "I've changed. Just let me show you."

"Hmmmm. Such pretty words spoken in desperation." I pull my fingers away and watch in amusement as she grips the sheets in her fists and howls deep into her pillow where hardly any can hear.

"Continue to be a good girl for me. Show me your contrition. You can wait for a few more days. Besides, if you busy yourself with the wedding, there won't be time to think about your… condition." Reaching over, I tap the base of the dilator. "Be sure to wear this throughout the day. With as tight as your bottom hole is, it will not fall out. So have no fear of that."

She turns a furious, tear-stained face to me, all trace of contrition gone. "And if I don't?"

"Then each night will be agony for you as I force the next size up into that disobedient bottom of yours."

At least that seems to get through to her. Augusta's eyes widen as she pulls herself upright and sits on the bed. For a moment, she squirms, as if trying to find a more comfortable position.

"I'd do your best to entertain where there are plush seats. You wouldn't want others to know what shameful device lies between your beautiful arse cheeks. Do you?" Without waiting for a reply, I kiss her firmly on the lips and pull away. Any longer in her presence, and I will ruin us both.