Regency Romance Omnibus 2018: Dominate Dukes & Tenacious Women

He sped up, pulling out further and further until he was pistoning in and out of her. She screamed until her voice was hoarse as he grunted and smacked at her, pounding her poor little hole that was helpless to resist his onslaught.

Penny felt something building inside of her, a pressure inside her belly, and she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t do anything. Her sore breasts rubbed against the wood as the Duke slammed into her, and his rhythm of slapping her ass in time with his thrusts increased. Her muscles suddenly clamped down on him and she screeched, entire body tensing as an explosion racked her.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her body, and Rorke drew it out, gyrating with each ebb and flow. When she finally went limp in her bonds, he withdrew from her tight passage with a wet noise and she whimpered at suddenly not being so full. Her sensitive flesh quivered and she spasmed with an aftershock.

“Now, to continue our lessons,” Rorke said, and Penny tensed as he spread her ass cheeks wide.

“My lord,” she protested hoarsely.

“You continue to need correcting, slave,” he snapped, as he positioned his still hard and now fully lubricated cock as her even tighter entrance. “I did not give you permission to orgasm. For that, you shall be punished. And then, because you still forgot to call me Master...” He pushed against her and she screamed and wriggled but to no avail—he was taking her ass whether she liked it or not.

And like it she did; there were no mentions of pennies anywhere in her blubbering.

“Please, Master!” she begged, knuckles white.

“Relax your muscles, whore, what did you just learn?” Rorke demanded through gritted teeth. The grip of her dirty little ring was almost too much for him to bear, but he couldn’t back down now. He had to teach his slut a lesson.

She finally relaxed, and he took his time working his way in to about halfway before he started thrusting. It took longer for her to get used to his girth this way, tears streaming down her pretty face.

Penny loved it. She couldn’t deny it. She felt dirtier than she’d ever felt in her entire life, taking a man in such a place. It was unheard of, it was disgusting, degrading, and she loved it.

Soon he was able to thrust all the way in, and reached down to grasp her hair as a handhold as he pounded her ass, grunting all the while. Penny simply cried, letting a shriek or a moan slip every once in awhile, and when she wailed a second orgasm, Rorke came with her. He buried himself deep in her ass, cock pulsing as he cried out his own orgasm, spilling himself into the tiny little chambermaid.

He collapsed onto her back, knocking the wind out of her, and they stayed that way for quite some time. Finally, he turned and nibbled at her earlobe, eliciting a small moan and a twitch from his slave.

“Penny,” she whispered, and he immediately withdrew from her, unstrapping every shackle with practiced ease.

“Are you alright?” Rorke asked, worry knitted in his brow as he scooped her up into his arms, bridal style.

“Yes, very much so, I think,” Penny replied, her voice hoarse. “I’m just finished. I wasn’t sure if we were finished... but I’m... I’m finished.”

“Alright, love,” he replied, and kissed her gently on the temple. “You did very well.”

She sighed, unsure of how to respond. “I... if you s

et me down by my clothes, I feel I may need to wash myself before I continue with my duties.”

“Your duties?” Rorke raised an eyebrow, and shook his head. “No, love, you’re not going anywhere. And I’m not setting you down. I will wash you, and you’ll rest in my room for the day. I’ll take care of you, now.”

Tears sprung to Penny’s eyes. “I... you don’t have to...”

“Yes, I do,” he looked taken aback. “You think I would discipline you and fuck you and then kick you out to continue with your work day? That is not gentlemanly in the least.”

She chuckled despite her exhaustion. “Disciplining and fucking in the same sentence is gentlemanly?” she teased.

“You’re quite a woman, Penny Bradford.” He kissed her lips ever so softly.

She blushed. “And you are quite a man, Rorke Carteret.”

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CHAPTER ONE