Regency Romance Omnibus 2018: Dominate Dukes & Tenacious Women

“Yes, Master,” she said, realizing she deserved to be punished for breaking the rule.

“Without rules, we are nothing. I have to punish you for defying me. That is to teach you some respect. Now, I don’t want to hear a sound from you while I punish you” he said to her.

As soon as he had said that, his hand came down heavily and swiftly on the same breast he had hit the first time. The impact his hand made on the now reddened flesh made the breast jiggle. Miraculously, Mary did not yell but her eyes were watery with tears. It hurt like crazy. It burned on her breast and at the same time on her legs and in between her legs.

Suddenly, she noticed that she was becoming aroused. The moistness was arising from between her legs and she tried to force her legs closed but the spreader bar made it impossible to do so. While she was preoccupied with that thought, she felt another stinging slap on the nipple of the same breast. She screamed within her and bent as much as she could in pain. It hurt and it felt good at the same time. She wanted him to continue and she wanted him to stop.

“Please, Master. Please!” she cried.

“Good! Good!! You are learning some respect, but you are still breaking the rules,” he said.

“You deserve to be punished for that. Only three more, because you are improving” Duke Harry said.

Just like that, his hand descended heavily on that one breast with so much force that the breast bounced up and down severally. Mary felt like he had just cut her nipple off. The pain was much and she ground her teeth against each other to keep from crying out as fluid flowed from her eyes to her face, and from her pussy down to her knees. She could not understand how she could feel so much pain and so much sensual pleasure at the same time.

“Stick your chest out immediately,” Master Harry ordered and she quickly obeyed for fear that he would double her punishment. At the same time, she slightly bent forward and backward in fear of his offending, yet pleasing hand.

The strike came again heavily on the same breast and it was all she could do to hold the pain in as her knees gave way. Fortunately, the suspenders and the beam held her well so that she could not slump to the floor. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she prepared and anticipated the last strike on her breast. Just then, it hit her nipple again. The pain was excruciating. It felt like the nipple was bruised and bleeding. She clenched her jaws together and groaned loudly. The veins on her neck showed the effort she made to avoid screaming. This was more pain than pleasure and her face was already wet with tears.

“Tell me you love it,” Duke Harry said to her.

“I love it, Master!” she said, crying.

Duke Harry smiled at himself. He was going easy on her. He did not want to scare her from bondage sex but he was not done with her yet.

He bent his head low enough to get to her breast but not quite there. He wanted to see how aroused she was. Mary could not bear it. She could take no more. All she wanted now was to feel a cock inside her. Any cock whatsoever. She would kill for sex at this moment and she knew it. Instinctively, she tiptoed to push her breast into his mouth. She could only get the nipple in. The breast hurt and she needed him to suck on it. She wanted to rub on it but could not.

Harry’s hand came down hard on the breast as he yelled “Higher” at her, demanding that she raised her breast into his mouth. She did not need to be told twice. She found a way to lift herself on her toe enough to get her breast into his mouth. Master Harry then began to suck on her breast slowly. But this was not what she wanted. She needed him to just take her and fuck the life out of her. Her body quaked and her breasts shook with the lust that accumulated in her body.

“Please, fuck me, Master! Please!” she begged.

Master Harry smiled. He sucked on the breast some more, ignoring her pleas for his cock. His hand went to the other breast and he began to knead and squeeze. He pulled her nipples like he wanted to pull them out of her body. She moaned and groaned in desire and her very sound was animalistic. Her breathing was vastly increased and sweat covered her whole body as she stood there in agony, hoping for the much-needed respite of his cock.

Master Harry sucked on her breasts, alternating between each one. He sucked aggressively like a child who had not been fed for months. She groaned and moaned.

“Oh God! Oh God!! Oh, God!!!” She screamed in despair. She wanted to get fucked and she would agree to anything right now if it would get her a cock. Her whole body shone with the light that reflected of the glossy sweatiness of her skin.

And then the real fun began...

The Lady & Her Maid

Lesbian Seduction In Victorian England

By Virginia Vice

Gee could not make her back sink any further into the corner without breaking bones. The walls were making her shoulders ache as it was, and the only bones she wanted broken were those of the Lady Sinnott’s driver. He was determined to get under her skirts and she wasn’t having it. She came to Rathalla Manor for food, shelter and work; not for love or physical pleasure. She didn’t see those things as perks in any way.

It had become the talk among all of the servants that Gee probably preferred the company of women to men, in that way. She kept her lips tight, wasn’t about to admit it, though it was true. She veiled her abstinence with Presbyterian values and a nose-to-the-grindstone work ethic. But anyone else who looked at her, saw that immeasurable something that said she was better suited for the driver’s uniform than her own.

Lady Sinnott’s driver, Jake the Rake, was only looking for a conquest; only looking for the reputation for making Agnes “Gee” Maloney change her unnatural leanings. She was a strong, young woman, beautiful with her honey blond hair that fell in sweet slight waves. She had clear, blue eyes and her lips, drawn perfectly, were of natural rose color. Despite her tom-boyish essence, she was otherwise a classically beautiful woman. That made the stakes of the conquest even sweeter.

“You’re going to play hide the sausage whether you like it or not, my reluctant beauty,” said Jake.

“Hide the what?” came the spine chilling voice of Lady Sinnott.

She wasn’t harsh or shrill. Her tone was even and controlled and very had a pleasant quality to it, like she might be given to song. But her very presence made both servants sweat. Gee was sure she was fired because it was commonplace for female staff to trade favors with male staff. Because Gee was pretty, it could be naturally as

sumed that was going on; until of course, people spent time with her, then thought the opposite was true. At least Lady Sinnott got her driver to stop so that Gee could step forward from the corner.