Regency Romance Omnibus 2018: Dominate Dukes & Tenacious Women

I nodded, hesitating for only a moment. No man, aside from my childhood doctor, had ever seen me naked. It was the biggest of steps and there was no going back once I did what he said. I took a deep breath, finding my bravery in him, and pulled the dress over my head. I did it very slowly, allowing him to examine and enjoy my body as I revealed it inch by inch.

Finally, the dress was gone. I folded it neatly and placed it on the dresser- a fact that Luke seemed to appreciate. “Like this?” I looked at him with my deep blue, innocent eyes.

“Yes. Good girl.”

Something about those words affected me in a way I couldn’t begin to explain. It was as though he were speaking to a different Emma, one buried somewhere deep within me, that I hadn’t known existed until now. I sighed deeply and happily. “Thank you.”

He circled me, studying my body with the same patient intensity that an artist would study his canvas. I was glad that I had worn my sexiest pair of panties and a matching bra, although I suspected that my definition of sexy and his would differ slightly. All the same, I could see that he appreciated the effort for what it was.

He ran two fingers down my neck, tracing my body delicately. I shivered when he ran down my stomach, and my needs nearly buckled when he reached my waist. He broke away right before he reached the elastic of my panties.

I closed my eyes, savoring the sensations. That only made it more surprising, then, when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the bed. I lost my balance, and it was only Luke’s careful coordination that caused him to land on his lap rather than the ground. When I saw exactly how I was positioned- with my ass up in the air, just over his knee- I realized that it was intentional. I also had an idea as to why he had me that way.

I could feel his bulge resting against my arm through his pants. It was warm. I wanted to reach down and grab it, or maybe move my body so I could wrap my lips around it. To study it. I wanted to sit upright, slide my panties to the side, and take him deep into the untouched parts of me. But I waited. He would do with me as he wished. After all, I couldn’t deny that I was already his. It was instinctual; I knew my role just as well as he knew his.

He ran his hand over my body, savoring the sensation of the soft fabric of my panties. He grabbed the waistband and pulled it down, just enough to expose my skin.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, even though I was already sure of the answer.

“You’ll see.”

There was a long pause. The world stopped. And then, suddenly, a flash of pain. The first spanking was completely unexpected. I couldn’t help but cry out, and again when he repeated the spanking on the other cheek. Over and over, alternating from one cheek to the other until I was left stinging and raw. I wondered if I would be able to sit comfortably after a spanking from Luke’s heavy hands.

He slid my panties back over my ass cheeks. That hurt, too, but I could also feel the familiar sensation of moisture on the fabric. With his prompting, I stood once again. When my bra stayed behind, left on his lap, I realized that he had unclasped it so deftly that I hadn’t even noticed.

“Clever,” I smiled.

Luke didn’t say a word, but his grin spoke volumes.

He stood and pulled me towards the armoire; he could barely contain his excitement as he opened it. Whatever was in there was exciting to him, which meant it would be doubly so to me. I, for my part, could barely contain my curiosity and my arousal.

The inside of the antique wooden armoire didn’t match the outside of it. The interior was lined with a deep red felt, which was punctuated by shelves and hangars full of black leather and shiny metal items. Some, like the leather riding crop, I could recognize. Others, like the spiked wheel at the end of a long, slender handle... I could only imagine.

“What’s this?” I gasped.

That grin again. God, I loved that grin. “This...” He paused for emphasis. “Is my toy chest. It’s also our evening.”

I took a deep breath. It was going to be quite a night. “It’s intimidating,” I admitted with a nervous laugh.

“Don’t worry. You’ll learn to love it.” We both knew that he was right. “Your panties.”

It wasn’t necessary a question, nor was it a demand. But there was no question about what he wanted from me. I stood proud and topless before him; my firm breasts felt desperate for his touch. Even my nipples seemed to respond to his approving gaze.

And so also went the panties. I grabbed the waistband and pulled downward- slowly, to build up to the reveal. His eyes traced my body, traveling from my breasts to my hips and taking in everything in between.

First, the gentle rise of my mound. Closely trimmed hair that stopped at the top of my pussy. A little bit further gave him everything. It felt liberating to show him that most sensitive part of me.

My panties fell freely to the floor I kicked them away. I waited, nude and vulnerable, while Luke took off his own clothes. He had a greater sense of show than I did, and I watched entranced as he undressed. When his dick sprang into view, my jaw dropped.

“It’s... big,” I gasped.

He smiled; I suspected that he already knew that. He grabbed my hand. Instinctively, I intertwined my fingers with his in a gesture that was more affectionate than it was erotic. He didn’t protest, but instead allowed our fingers to remain as they were until we reached the bed.

“Put your hands on the bed,” he said gently.

I did as I was told. This left my ass very exposed; my pussy parted and vulnerable. He could do anything to me then; the idea was intoxicating.

“Do you know what a safe word is?” he asked. We could have had that conversation while I was dressed; I had a feeling that he had chosen this specific time for a reason.