The Duke's Possession

by Zoe Blake

  “Little girls do not bathe themselves.”

  Charlotte stared at him incredulously. He really intended to make a go of this treating her like a child? Before she could protest again, his hand closed over her breast, and she lost all rational thought.

  The slightly rough feel of the linen cloth as it swirled over her warm, sensitive skin felt wonderful. Not an inch of skin was left unexplored by his wandering hands. He moved the soapy cloth over her arms and back, paying particular attention to her breasts and flat stomach.

  Charlotte could not suppress a shocked yelp when his hand traveled slowly from the tip of her toes, to caress her calf, knee and then inner thigh.

  Asher ran the cloth over her sweet cunny. “Would baby like me to make her feel again what she did in the carriage?”

  Charlotte nodded her head yes.

  “You want me to play with your cunny again?”

  This time she nodded her head yes even more enthusiastically.

  Asher leaned in close, knowing how much she liked it when he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck. “Then beg your papa.” He watched as goose bumps rose along her arms and smiled.

  Charlotte just stared into his deeply, intense black eyes. Frozen. So Asher reached between her slightly open thighs and gave her clit a tiny pinch. She jumped from the glorious sensation of pleasure and pain.

  “Beg your papa,” he repeated.

  Charlotte licked her lips as she watched his mouth form the command. God help her, she loved when he commanded her to obey him. “Please, Papa,” she whispered.

  “Louder,” he barked.

  “Please, Papa,” she said with more force.

  “Please, Papa, what?”

  Charlotte looked at him confused.

  “Please, Papa, will you play with my cunny?” he offered helpfully.

  Charlotte repeated, “Please, Papa, will you play with my…with my cunny?” she asked breathlessly. She was feeling light-headed and overwhelmed.

  Asher smiled as he released the linen cloth, letting it float to the bottom of the copper tub. Using the pad of this thumb, he circled her clit in slow, tantalizing swirls. His index finger just barely teased her pussy entrance. Placing the tip to the first knuckle and then matching the swirling pattern of his thumb.

  Charlotte’s hips rose, splashing the warm water over the edge as she gripped the sides of the tub, her head thrown back.

  “Come for Papa,” he ground out. His voice harsh with barely contained need as he watched his little one in the throes of newly discovered passion. Wanting to bury his thick cock deep inside of her and truly claim her, he resisted. Asher would take his bride in his own ancestral bed, not in some wayward Inn.

  She was close. He could feel it in every tremble of her body. To push her over the edge, Asher pinched her clit with his thumb and index finger as he forced his middle finger to the first knuckle into her unprepared bottom. Charlotte’s eyes flew open in surprise. Her mouth opened to protest but was silenced by his possessive kiss. His tongue swooping in to claim hers.

  Swirling, tasting, biting, pinching. Charlotte was lost in a frenzy of emotions. She came apart with a satisfied scream before collapsing back into the now cooling water. When she came to her senses, Asher had already pulled her from the bath and gently laid her on her back on the bed. Using a fresh linen, he carefully dried every inch of her exposed warm skin.

  “Stay right there.”

  Charlotte smiled. She could not move from her reclining position if she wanted to. Asher rummaged in his traveling trunk and returned a moment later with the shaving kit packed by his valet.

  “Raise your knees and open nice and wide.”

  When Charlotte did not immediately comply, Asher completed the motion for her. Bending her knees and then spreading her feet wide, so her cunny and bottom were even more exposed.

  Stroking the soft curls that covered her cunny, he said, “Tsk. Tsk. My little girl cannot have curls on her cunny. I want to see it all pink and fresh.”

  Charlotte raised up on her elbows and looked at him in bewilderment. Her cunny was shaved by the nurse close to a month ago but that was for the humiliating examination. Wasn’t it?

  By this time, Asher had a nice, creamy foam on the end of his shaving brush and was approaching the bed. Charlotte closed her knees and curled up on one side in a protective gesture.

  “Lottie. Place your knees up and open like Papa put them, or you will earn yourself a punishment.”

  Charlotte’s eyes filled with tears. She did not want another spanking but she also didn’t want her cunny shaved. The soft hair had only just grown back. It gave her too many naughty thoughts and sensations at night to feel every slight touch of fabric against her exposed skin down there when it was shaved.

  “Very well.” Asher moved back to his trunk and returned with the dreaded anal plug and some lubricant. Charlotte saw the items in his hand and tried to scramble from the bed but he was too quick. Grabbing her by the ankles, Asher dragged her back down onto her side. Giving her a few quick smacks on her bottom to subdue her, Asher dipped the tapered end of the anal plug into the jar of lubricant.

  “Stay on your side and raise your knees up to your tummy,” he ordered. A tearful Charlotte obeyed.

  “Now ask Papa to plug your bottom for being a naughty girl.”

  Charlotte started to sob and could not form the words. Pushing her thighs up high, Asher gave her another punishing smack on her reddening bottom.

  “Plug my bottom for being a naughty girl,” she choked out.

  Asher knew the time was swift coming when she would be forced to take his large cock up her bottom as punishment but till then, the plug would have to do. Pulling her back cheek up and away, he exposed her tiny puckered star. Unlike earlier that day, he was not slow or gentle. With one shove, he forced the plug straight up her back passage.

  Charlotte howled in misery, rocking back and forth. The sudden intrusion of the metal object up such a sensitive forbidden place caused a sharp punch of cramping pain. The entrance to her bottom felt stretched and torn. There was a steady throbbing fullness that nearly drove her mad.

  Grabbing her bent knee, Asher once again forced her onto her back, with her knees up and spread wide.

  “Let’s try this again,” he said cheerfully.

  Charlotte closed her eyes as she heard the swish, swish of the shaving brush gathering foam. A shiver went down her body as the cool cream first touched her exposed cunny.

  “Stay very still for Papa.”

  She felt the gentle touch of his warm fingers on her soft skin as he pulled her skin taut and scraped the sharp razor down one side. Wiping the razor on the linen towel draped over the bed, he repeated the motion. Embarrassed, Charlotte could feel a tickling arousal at his touch. Gripping the bed covers tightly, she tried to resist the growing sensation, hoping he would not notice. She hoped in vain.

  “Looks like my baby likes having her little cunny shaved by her papa,” he chuckled. Giving the smooth area one more swipe, he laid a warm, wet linen over her highly sensitive cunny to lightly wipe away any remnants of the creamy foam. When she was all cleaned up, he finished with a light kiss at the top of the seam. Charlotte inhaled a shocked but excited breath.

  “Soon, baby, soon,” he promised. “Now we need to get you dressed so we can continue our journey. We are only a few hours away from my estate in Hertfordshire.”

  Asher crossed back to his traveling trunk and pulled out something pink and fluffy. Moving towards the bed, Charlotte could tell it was a very, pretty dress filled with ruffles and lace accents. He also had a pair of white knee socks, a cotton chemise and black slippers made of butter soft kid leather. There was something terribly intimate about her new husband purchasing a new dress for her.

  “Arms up,” he instructed.

  Knowing better than to disobey, Charlotte raised her arms and let him pull the simple chemise with the pink ribbon over her head and breasts. When he reached for the dress, she sto

pped him.

  “Wait! I have no corset on,” she corrected.

  Asher chuckled as he gave her cute cheek a playful pinch. “You are so adorable. My baby will no longer need a nasty adult corset. Now arms up.”

  “But…” She hesitated, not fully understanding.

  Asher gave her a stern look. “Do you need another spanking?”

  Charlotte quickly raised her arms in answer. He slipped the pink confection of a dress on. As she was still seated on the bed, the length bunched around her tiny waist. She blushed when he kneeled down in front of her to pull up the knee socks and put on the slippers. Giving her a quick kiss on each inner thigh as he did so. He reached for her hands and pulled Charlotte to her feet.

  She was scandalized to realize the dress barely reached past her upper thighs. It was a little girl’s dress tailored to fit a young woman. Rushing back to the bed, she sat down and pulled up her practically naked limbs to cover them under the completely inadequate length of the dress.

  “I couldn’t possibly wear this,” she exclaimed. “Get my trunks, and I will put something more suitable on.”

  “You have no trunks,” he stated flatly.

  “Do not be ridiculous. Of course I have trunks. Mother and I purchased a whole new trousseau before the wedding.”

  “And it was all left behind. There is no room in your new life for those dresses and corsets. From this moment on, I decide what graces your body, and I prefer you in short dresses.”

  “Short dresses are for little girls!” she shouted.

  “Exactly.”

  Charlotte stubbornly crossed her arms. “I won’t wear it,” she declared, stomping her foot.

  It was another hour before they emerged from the room. Asher with a determined but pleased look on his face. Charlotte with tears streaked down her pink cheeks which matched her pretty, pink childish dress.

  Chapter Five

  A Painful Wedding Night

  Charlotte pouted in the carriage for the remainder of the trip. She was accustomed to getting her way, not the opposite and could honestly say she did not like it one bit. Her attraction to her overbearing husband was also something she wasn’t sure she liked either.

  She was even less pleased when he forced her back over his lap inside the moving carriage to remove her punishment plug. Her flaming cheeks and stung pride were hardly compensation for finally having the throbbing full sensation cease.

  Asher was content to just observe how darling his little Lottie looked with her pink cheeks, pouty full lips and bare knees. Knowing under her dress, her newly-shaved cunny was completely exposed without even a whisper of fabric to protect her modesty. Remembering the site of her tight puckered hole as it was forced open when he pulled on the metal stem of her plug. Watching it slowly give way to the forceful pull. His cock swelled at the thought. Soon, he thought as he shifted in his seat.

  As the impressive stone edifice of his ancestral home came into view, Asher was pleased to see his staff lined up on the entrance stairs to greet their returning lord. Charlotte was pleased to see the obvious display of Asher’s wealth and prominence. She could not wait to order people about like the Duchess she now was and perhaps to redecorate all the rooms, just to suit her fancy. Her mood improved vastly at the thought.

  Asher saw the secret smile spread across Charlotte’s face and guessed the direction of his little mercenary’s thoughts. Poor thing, he thought. She still had no idea of the measure of her new situation, but she soon would.

  Asher opened the carriage door without waiting for assistance and turned to help Charlotte alight. Hoping she would not be foolish enough to attempt it on her own again. No, she was a different kind of foolish this time. This time she refused to exit the carriage.

  Asher leaned into the interior of the carriage. “Lottie, the staff is waiting.”

  “I don’t care. I will not stroll before my new staff in this silly dress!” declared Charlotte, throwing caution to the wind.

  “Suit yourself.” He disappeared and shut the door.

  Charlotte smirked. She finally successfully put her foot down. It was about time she started setting the tone for her marriage. Her new husband needed to realize she was in charge. He needed to know that it was going to be she who…

  Her defiant triumph was cut short when the door to the carriage on the side closest to her was thrown open with a loud bang. Before she could utter a word, Asher had grabbed her arm and used it to propel her forward. She gave out a shriek as she was unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder.

  “You may want to employ those tiny fists to better use, my dear. Like keeping your modesty,” he quipped as she tried to dislodge herself by pounding her fists on his back.

  With another shriek, Charlotte realized her prone position over his shoulder had allowed the already scandalously short hem of her dress to ride up even further, baring the lower curve of her bottom for all to see. She furiously grasped for the edges of the dress as she was jostled about with each step.

  Mortified, Charlotte realized too late that Asher intended to actually greet his staff with her slung over his shoulder like a sack of sugar! This was hardly the regal entrance as their new Duchess she had imagined.

  “Held the place in one piece, Collins?” asked Asher jovially as if there was not a squirming, half-dressed female in his arms.

  “Yes, Your Grace. We have got along tolerably well during your absence,” responded the butler, Collins, as if there was not a squirming, half-dressed female in his employer’s arms.

  “Good tidings, Your Grace,” rejoiced the matronly woman to the butler’s left, “so nice to have you home.” Mrs. Higgins, the housekeeper, had been with the estate since Asher was a boy.

  Circling around Asher’s back, Mrs. Higgins bent down and tilted her head to the side, “Good tidings to you as well, miss,” Mrs. Higgins said to a red-faced Charlotte as if she were not squirming and half-dressed over a man’s shoulder.

  Turning back to Lord Asherton, Mrs. Higgins informed him of the nanny’s arrival. “She popped up from London the very day you hired her, sir. All is arranged per your instructions.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Higgins. Perhaps I should go introduce her to her new charge,” he said with a smile and playful pat on Charlotte’s very nearly exposed bottom. Charlotte shrieked for the third time in as many minutes. “On second thought, that can wait till the morrow.” With a saucy wink to his flustered housekeeper, Asher crossed the threshold.

  ***

  Charlotte only got a glimpse, and from an upside down perspective, of the opulence of the entry hall with its elaborate tapestries, marble busts and old-fashioned weapons of war before being hauled up the grand staircase.

  Asher did not pause, but strode purposefully to the master suite. He had shown extraordinary patience in waiting to make Lottie truly his, and he would not wait one minute longer.

  Kicking open the heavy oak double doors, he carefully laid his struggling precious cargo on the large canopied bed. Returning to the doors, he closed and locked them, not wishing to be disturbed.

  Charlotte watched him closely, for once keeping her mouth shut. She was not completely naïve in the ways of men. Well, true she didn’t know the particulars but she did know enough to know he had not performed his husbandly duties yet.

  “Well, my dear, you have been pouting for hours to get out of that dress, and now I am of a mind to oblige you,” Asher said with a smile. Taking off his traveling coat as he approached the bed, Asher took in the beautiful site of her spread out on his bed. Finally. She looked so sweet he could practically taste her. In fact, he looked forward to doing just that but first he could tell she was nervous.

  “How about we play a game?”

  Charlotte’s eyes lit up. She loved games.

  “For every article of clothing I remove, you have to remove one too.”

  Charlotte bit her lip as she looked into his deep, dark eyes. Usually they were almost scary in their intense scrutiny of her, but now they were just slightly crinkled around the edges and lit with lighthearted fun as he proposed his “game”. While she was still nervous, she could admit to herself she was eager to see what he looked like without his shirt on.

  “All right,” she said timidly.

  “Good girl.” He nodded approvingly. “Now, I have removed my coat, what are you going to remove?”

  Charlotte hesitated for a moment and then decided on her shoe.

  Asher laughed. “Playing it safe, little one.”

  He did not mind. She was wearing far fewer garments than he.

  Charlotte kicked off the black slipper.

  “Now, you can choose which garment I remove,” he said playfully.

  This time Charlotte did not hesitate. She pointed to his linen shirt.

  Asher could not be more pleased to see the eager look in her bright eyes. He watched her closely as he pulled his shirt loose from his trousers, giving her just a glimpse of his flat, muscled stomach.

  Charlotte bit her lip again as he drew out the suspense by slowly undoing the buttons…one by one. With each button, more tanned skin was exposed. Having only ever seen the smooth marble chests of dead Greeks and Romans and the almost femininely white chests of the saints in paintings, Charlotte was surprised to see the light tan skin sprinkled with dark hair.

  Asher shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it aside. Charlotte’s eyes traced the lines of each muscle, marveling at the display of strength and masculinity. “Your turn,” he said.

  With a rather cheeky smile, Charlotte raised her other leg, pressing her foot against his stomach. “You do it.”

  “With pleasure.”

  Asher ran his hand up the underside of her calf till he reached the sensitive skin behind her knee. She sucked in a breath from the touch of his warm, strong hand as it firmly grasped her leg and unhurriedly pulled off her second slipper.

  Without being asked, Charlotte boldly pointed to his trousers.

  “That’s my girl,” he said with an amused grin. Reaching for his trouser buttons as he toed off both shoes.

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