Duchess, Bound
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Even after Master and Lord had each spent within her, they did not allow Jocelyn’s climax to finish. Many of the Sirs came forth to replace them, and Master continued his mastery of her ability to breathe, and the rutting went on for what seemed to be hours without a break in her pleasure-pain, until blessedly, it all went black.
For a fortnight, Gabriel’s guests remained at Blackthorne Manor, each of them making use of any and all servants as often as they saw fit. None of the maids saw half as much use as his pet, but that had been expected. It was the reason, after all, that he’d enlisted the aid of Montfort in her training. However perverse Gabriel might be, Montfort had always taken things farther.
That had served Jocelyn well.
She’d taken everything that was given to her, and in the process had become stronger. His pet could withstand far more than he’d ever expected of her, taking severe punishments without so much as uttering a whimper more often than not.
Through watching her, he’d learned that pain delivered by itself could serve as a punishment for Jocelyn—but when pain was combined with sexual activity, particularly buggery, it served as a reward. This had confirmed what he’d begun to suspect, but now he had a full month’s worth of evidence in his arsenal.
The greatest surprise of the entire house party had not been anything to do with Jocelyn, however. It had been Selwyn and Haines.
Haines had fought against Selwyn at every opportunity for well over a week. Despite his resistance, Haines had been unable to prevent Selwyn from getting a rise from him time and again, which the baron then gleefully sucked until he’d milked the footman dry.
Over and over, day after day, Selwyn whipped and fucked and caned and fucked Haines. And then one day, near the end of their gathering, Selwyn had started his session without any effort to arouse his quarry. He’d merely hung Haines from chains at the posts and started buggering him—and that had been all that was required to arouse Haines as much as Gabriel had ever seen.
After the baron had finished, he’d brought Haines down from the post and bound him to the beam. Then he placed himself between the footman and the beam while Lady Finch whipped his arse, until Haines began to bugger his Master.
When, later, Selwyn had come to Gabriel and requested the right to offer Haines employment within his household, it hadn’t really come as much of a surprise. Selwyn had made similar requests with a number of Gabriel’s menservants over the years. None of them had ever accepted Selwyn’s offer, however, and two had even terminated their employment with Gabriel.
So it came as more than just a bit of a shock when Haines accepted Selwyn’s employment, even if it was upon the condition that Clarisse also be allowed to join them—and that he be granted the opportunity to punish and fuck her from time to time.
That had taken place two days ago. Today, the guests were all climbing into their carriages and returning to their homes after a fortnight’s foray into debauchery. Gabriel had been hosting this same event each summer for nearly a decade, and he couldn’t recall one that had been quite so successful.
He stood in his drive, his menservants in a line beside him looking sated. His maids knelt in a line before them, nude and covered in red marks and bruises and other signs of being well used. Finally, his pet was on her hands and knees directly before him, covered head to toe in the evidence of his guests’ lust, hands shackled and chained together, feet bound in their bar and spread wide, and a chain attached to her collar, the other end in his hand.
After the last carriage pulled out of the drive and turned onto the road, Gabriel sent Jocelyn with Deringer and a few other grooms to the stables so she could be well and properly bathed. When she returned to the main house, he placed her on the floor at his feet in the dining room and they ate their meal. Then, leading her by her chain, he took her on hands and knees through the entirety of the house until they reached his master chamber.
Tossing her to her back on the bed, he attached the chain of her collar to the wall and the one between her wrists to the headboard. Then Gabriel used the remaining length of her collar chain to wrap repeatedly around the bar between her legs, pulling them high and taut and stretching them so her feet touched the wall above her head.
And then he set to work pleasuring his pet. He licked her cunt and her arse, toyed with her teats, then licked her all over again. She squirmed and writhed, trying to twist away from his attentions even as she tried to move closer to him. Her pants became sighs and then moans, and her belly quivered, and her pussy tightened and squeezed against his tongue, and then a glorious wetness descended upon him while she cried out.
Since the very first night after her arrival at Blackthorne Manor, he’d not allowed her to orgasm from pleasure not attached to pain. But it was sweet and delicious, and well earned. Gabriel savored her cream, lapping at it until it stopped flowing.
But before her walls stopped quaking, he resettled himself between her thighs and drove himself to the hilt into her bottom. Jocelyn cried out again and again as his hips spanked against her, as he buried himself fully inside her and fucked her as if his life depended upon it.
Because it did. Now that he had her, now that she was his in every way, he could not imagine life without this glorious angel.
He blocked her ability to breathe again several times, only releasing her when a new orgasm ripped through her body and then repeating it when the climax began to fade. And, as had happened so often in the previous fortnight, eventually her individual orgasms turned into one non-stop, never-ending ripple of release.
It was then, as her eyes rolled back into her head and she lost herself to the pleasure, that he spilled his seed into her bowels as her walls surged and crested against him.
Gabriel stayed within her until she came back to herself, watching the play of emotions wash over her face—rapture, delight, joy…love. When she looked upon him, it was with love shining in her eyes.
“Thank you, Master,” she said, her voice still alluringly raspy from all of the screams she’d set free in recent days. Her tone was reverent—and he knew her thanks were not just for the release he’d granted her, but for far, far more.
Gabriel pulled himself free from her bottom and resituated so she could clean him. As her tongue worshipped his cock, he brushed the hair back from her face so he could look into those luminous, clear blue eyes. “My pet,” he murmured.
Finally. Completely. Forever.
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I do not write romance!
Let me rephrase: there is nothing even remotely romantic about my stories. What you will find in the pages of my work is BDSM, smut, often consists of dubious consent, and is sometimes rather harsh.
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