Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

BENEDICT

M y conundrum stands before me, her blows light but effective. I feel each one pelt my skin like the strike of an arrow to my heart. But it doesn't seem as if she wants me to stop.

There's a need in her that spills over, something tangible to silent cries working her throat. I know what she wants, what she needs. It's an absolution I will grant her, but to what end?

As much as that hurts, what strikes me to my core is knowing that any discipline I hurl her way, she'll only beg for more. Nothing I do tonight will ever change her mind about her actions. The chit seems to love the abuse I heap upon her willing body.

In truth, only one thing has managed to get any sort of positive response. As loath as I am to forgo my own wedding night, I fear I have no other recourse. Though she hurled her accusations about my lack of love, I cannot deny my methods worked… for a while that is.

I cannot go my entire marriage denying myself the pleasure of her body. I refuse. And damned if I'm going to find my release elsewhere. No. This minx is mine and will be mine in every way possible. I just wish I knew what to do.

Even now, I find myself wishing I could just tie her up and go seek out Whiteport for advice. This is unfamiliar territory for me, and I'm at a loss. I cannot allow her to see me flounder. Any show of weakness will be one she will exploit. It's a fear I hold close to my heart.

Sliding my hand up the back of her neck, I thread my fingers in her hair, locking her head in position so she cannot look away. "You want a monster? Is that what you crave? Is that what your greedy little cunt wants?" I turn her around so that she faces the wall. "Well, your pretty pussy will not know pleasure. Not tonight. You haven't earned it."

She forces her gaze to me, her eyes shining with some unnamed emotion. "I shouldn't have to earn your pleasure. It should be freely given."

"And I shouldn't have to demand your obedience and submission when your body was clearly made for both, yet we are both at an impasse. You claim my heart holds no love for you. Do keep that in mind while I punish you, for you will think me abhorrent by time the night is through. Methinks, you like me that way, though. So I do not fear much for your sanity in that regard."

Though she stiffens under me, I don't give in. I remain firm in my resolution to punish her the only way I know how. Forcing her to bend over, I grip her hips, pulling her arse high into the air. Her pussy drips with arousal as I put her into position.

Such a greedy little minx. Unable to help myself, I slide my fingers across her puffy lower lips and groan as they slide through her slick. So aroused, so painfully needy.

Her clit pokes out stiff and insistent, engorged like my cock. Reaching down with my free hand, I stroke myself through the buckskin, needing to take the edge off a bit. I can't have my baser needs taking over and messing with my head.

"Please," she cries, rocking back and forth as I continue to stroke her.

But I don't give in. I can't give in. There's no way in hell I can reward her after everything that happened tonight. Besides, she already had a release earlier. I'm sure she'll survive being denied.

Pulling back, I smack my wet hand against her upturned arse, precum welling up to my tip as I watch her cream skin turn a dull pink. If only she didn't look so beautiful wearing my marks. If only she was far more easily controlled, and my punishments could be enjoyable for us both instead of wretched on either side.

Granted, tonight, I'm not going to hold back. Though I will deny her a release, I will not deny one of my own. I smack her other cheek, my cock pulsing as she moans and leans into my touch.

Will she be so compliant once I take her bottom hole? Will she sigh in pleasure or sob in agony as I breech her tight ring, claiming her arse as mine? Gritting my teeth, I will my arousal to flag. At least until I've properly punished her.

Pulling her away, I walk over to the wall and study the implements. She seems to love the taste of leather, so I might avoid that all together. Instead, I grab a thick, unyielding paddle. I would love to see what effect this has on her.

I stride over, watching her curious gaze as she studies the implement. Normally, when using such a tool, I like to warm up my canvas first. But with Augusta, I need no such preliminaries. Especially not with a punishment.

With a swift stroke, I connect the wood to her backside, watching intently as her body freezes. She stands absolutely still. So still, I worry I might have actually damaged her.

Soon, she stands up and glares at me. "That bloody hurt," she screeches as she rubs the injured flesh.

"Yes," I grin, happy to see something made an impact. "It's a punishment. It's supposed to hurt. Now turn around."

"Or?"

There's something different in her tone and expression, something I've never seen before. There's always been that hint of defiance, but this feels more akin to anger. How is she the one angry when she's the one who's done wrong? Tossing the paddle down onto the bed, I walk back over to the wall of tools.

Cuffs and rope should do perfectly for what I have in mind. I refuse to speak to her as I walk back over and shove her onto the bed. Her body twists about and pushes me back, fighting me as I move to restrain her. Despite the irritation I feel at her show of force, I can't deny the arousal pumping through my veins with each shift of her lithe body against my cock.

I feel like a monster enjoying her this way. Until her, I've never thought of forcing myself onto a woman before, but as she fights me, I can't help but want to subdue her in the most primal way possible. With each jerk against me, my cock swells, pulsing against the confines of my clothes.

Eventually, she tips her head back and screams long and hard, allowing all the frustration to pour out of her. It's a shriek of outrage and annoyance rather than fear or pain. I know the difference. She's just being a holy terror for no good reason.

Using her distraction to my advantage, I flip her over and secure one hand then work on the other. "Scream all you want, my little minx," I growl. "They are used to hearing far worse at this establishment. You will not find any who will come to your aid."

The chit has the audacity to pout as she tugs on her restraints. Her legs are a bit harder as she thrashes about, kicking and squirming until it's hard to hold on to her. At least with her upper half tethered to the bed, it makes it easier to grab the paddle and smack both arse cheeks in quick succession.

Her outrage turns to howls of discomfort as she tries in vain to reach back and soothe the abused skin. Grabbing her right leg, I lash her ankle to the bed and work on the other. It's far easier to secure it, leaving her completely bound and helpless to my hungry gaze.

"What am I going to do with you," I murmur, stroking my cock on the outside of my breeches. "I have half a mind to defile you here and now, but that would not be honorable. Besides, remember what I also said to you. Only good girls get pleasure from my hands, my mouth, and my cock upon their lovely quims. Have you been a good girl?"

Again, she gives an exasperated sigh. "You know I bloody well haven't. I don't understand why you insist on lecturing me while striking my flesh. Just finish it already."

"I do not believe you're in any position to order me about." Again, I lay two hard swats, one on each cheek. She bucks against the restraints and sobs but does nothing to change her haughty attitude. "Be grateful I'm not washing your mouth out for your foul language on top of the punishment I'm giving you."

"Oh, yes, most magnanimous duke. How grateful I am to your leniency." Sarcasm drips from her lips, sending shards of irritation up my spine.

Normally, I do not lash out in anger. I detest it when men are unable to control themselves. Yet, with this woman, I'm beginning to understand why some get so hard pressed to keep their tempers in check. Unhooking the front of my breeches, I pull out my shirt and allow my cock to slide out, free of its confines.

Groaning, I palm the sensitive flesh, stroking up and down as I stare at my bride-to-be's mottled arse. Even with the light bruising showing through already, her pussy is soaking wet. All for me. It's my touch that drives her to this heightened state.

I grit my teeth and spread her cheeks wide and stare at her bottom hole. It clenches, puckering even more as I gaze upon it. Smiling, I slide my fingers across her lower lips, gathering her arousal and bring it up to that shameful back entrance.

Augusta bucks against me, doing her best to move me away. I'm relentless as I invade her with my finger, stretching her out, defiling her as I saw in and out, spreading her arousal around the surface and deep within. It slips in easily, aided by her slick and anal training.

I don't hide my appreciation as I groan loudly enough for her to hear. My wordless praise causes her arousal flow even more, flowing down her inner thighs to slicken her skin. Pulling out, I ease two past her tight ring.

Her wails of consternation soon turn into needy pleas as I piston in and out, widening her hole for the punishment yet to come. As much as I want to make this hurt, to wound her as she's wounded me, I find I cannot. For all my talk of depravity, I cannot force myself to make her shy away from my touch, as hellacious as it can be.

Augusta cries out, writhing against the bed. With her hips too far away from the mattress, she cannot stimulate herself. A wicked grin slides across my lips as I torment her with my touch. It's the only thing that seems to make an impact, though the paddle might be a close second.

"Naughty girls don't get pleasure," I grind out, forcing three thick digits into her tight back hole. "Unfortunately for me, it seems as if you like me playing with your forbidden entrance. Do you like it, minx? Do you like me violating you where no one ought to touch?"

"I- I-" she whimpers but doesn't answer me.

With my free hand, I smack her arse, drawing a ragged groan from her lips. "That's not an answer. And do be truthful, my dear. I'd hate to come up with something far more devious and wretched to do to you."

"Yes, you right arse," she screams. "I bloody like it. And I don't give two figs if you wash my mouth out or not. Please, let me release. I'm begging you."

"That's it, my minx. Beg me. Plead with me. Just know that I am not a benevolent god. I will not heed your prayers no matter how passionately they drip from your lips."