Regency Romance Omnibus 2018: Dominate Dukes & Tenacious Women

“You want something in that tight little cunt of yours, is that it?” he asked, voice smooth as silk. She nodded jerkily, though she shrank away from him in shame. Nice ladies like herself didn’t ask for things to be put in their cunts.

Rorke wouldn’t have that. He held her nipples tightly as she tried to move away, as if he were trying to pop them right off. She squealed and he laughed at her.

“Beg me to fill your whore’s cunt,” he demanded, and she bit her lower lip, so embarrassed. She didn’t know if she could do it. He let go of her and she slumped with relief, and he walked back into the darkness behind her. When he returned, he held one item in each hand.

Penny’s eyes widened. She didn’t know which item was more worrisome, the cat-o-nine-tails or the very phallic glass cylinder.

“I know what you want, what you crave, whore,” Rorke said, and she shivered with need at his words and tone. “I know you want me to tear your virgin pussy in half. But I ordered you to beg me. And disobedient sluts don’t get what they want.”

He reared back with the whip and she tensed just before what felt like a million leather straps sliced her open at once. The pain was immense, and she couldn’t get away from it. The spray of the whip covered too much surface area.

“Just so you know what that feels like,” he said, lips curling into a cruel smile. He stepped around behind her, and her heart skipped a beat as the cold glass probed at the cleft of her ass. “If you don’t beg me properly, I might get confused as to exactly what you want inside you... and where you want it to go...” he trailed off, and she clenched her ass cheeks so hard that he laughed at her. “Don’t think that can keep me out. All that’s going to do is make it hurt more.” He lowered his lips to her ear. “And once it’s in there, I’m going to whip that pretty little pussy so hard that nobody will ever get in there without knowing I saw it first.”

Penny thrashed in her bonds as he pressed the glass against her tight little rosette. “Okay, okay! Master!” she screamed, words slurring into each other in her panic. “Please don’t do that, please, I’ll do what you want, please!”

“I hear begging,” Rorke sang, “but no specifics!” He pushed harder, her little ring of muscle straining.

“Please fill my whore’s cunt with your cock, Master!” she shrieked. “Please! Please take my virgin pussy with your cock, Master, please!” The words tumbled out of her mouth and he took a step back, chuckling.

“Very good, pet,” he congratulated her, and there was a shuffle and a thunk as he returned his items to their place on the table behind her.

Penny sagged in her bonds, uncaring that her wrists were on fire from supporting her weight. All she cared about was that she’d saved her body from further wounding, and that she was finally going to get what she craved.

It hit her all at once that she was about to lose her maidenhead. To her gentle and kind employer, Duke Rorke Carteret. Only right now he wasn’t gentle or kind. He was terrifying and possessive and mean and she couldn’t get enough. She licked her lips as he circled her again, standing in front of her having gotten rid of his clothes.

Her eyes widened at his magnificent cock, standing at attention. It was easily bigger than that glass thing, and she swallowed hard at the sight of it. How was that going to fit inside of her?

He smirked and uncuffed her. She practically collapsed to her hands and knees, body quivering with need and aftershocks from the pain. He jerked the leash and she scrambled after him on all fours. He led her to a large wooden structure with all kinds of straps and loops attached to it.

“On your feet,” he instructed, and she shakily used the structure to stand. He stood behind her, and gently pushed on her back. “Bend over,” he said, and her heart pounded, breath catching in her throat as she bent over the hardwood.

He stretched her arms out ahead of her and strapped them on either side of the wood. It was on a slight decline, so that her ass was the highest point. Rorke ran his hands down her legs and then strapped her ankles against either side of the bottom, so she was standing on the floor but secured in his bent over position.

When his breath ghosted over the back of her thighs, Penny had never felt so exposed in her entire life. Imagining what she must look like, so lewd, made her clench, and she tried to squirm, but there was no wiggle room at all.

Rorke admired her pussy, on display for him, perfect little pink folds just waiting to be violated. He finished the rest of the straps—one around each thigh, one around her waist, and the last around that delectable slender throat.

“Master?” she asked, voice quivering with fear.

“Don’t worry, my little slave,” he purred, petting her hair gently. “Master is going to take care of you now.”

A sob escaped Penny’s throat and it was like music to his ears. This little virgin maid was crying for his cock. A cock which was ready to burst. He circled around behind her and drew a single finger up her slit, the pad brushing her clit.

She shrieked at the contact, never having been touched there before, and he moaned at how wet she was already.

“You’re so ready,” he cooed. “But I think you’ve been ready since you first saw me, haven’t you? Just waiting for me to drag you down to my dungeon and ravish you?” He stepped forward and rubbed the head of his dick up and down her slick folds.

She started whimpering, and couldn’t stop, head so muddled she didn’t know what to say or do.

“Let me teach you, little slave, what it really means to be my whore,” Rorke declared, and pushed forward. Penny keened, tensing and gasping as her little hole stretched around his thick rod. He met little resistance with how wet she was, but she was so tight it was difficult to force his way in. Slowly but surely, inch by agonizing inch, he buried himself all the way to the hilt.

When his thighs pressed against hers, Penny was frozen.

“Breathe,” Rorke demanded, and gave her ass a good hard smack to remind her.

She gasped and sputtered for air, taking in deep lungfuls as she struggled to relax her pelvic muscles. After what felt like forever and nothing all at once, she finally felt like she could relax around him, the pain subsiding into a need to move.

Rorke seemed to sense this, and grasped her waist with his large hands, slowly beginning shallow thrusts into her. The sensation of the ridges of his cock sliding against the inner walls of her pussy was too much, and she wailed with pleasure. She’d never felt anything like this and she couldn’t handle it. But she had to. Because she was trussed up and the Duke wasn’t stopping.