An Apple Pie for a Duke

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by Ruby Royce


  He can't wait either.

  He smiled. Then laughed. He kissed her gently on the forehead.

  “Everything to get away from Mr. Wimple.”

  16.

  Grosvenor Square, a few hours later.

  The archbishop had not complained for long when Gigi's father had most genially asked him to perform a wedding ceremony for the Duke of Surrey and his beautiful bride.

  Gigi did not remember much of it.

  At the duke’s mansion in Grosvenor Square a footman in gold livery helped her out of the carriage.

  The steward, the butler, the housekeeper and all the other servants were lined up to welcome their new mistress.

  They curtsied deeply as she walked by and said “Your Grace.”

  It took Gigi some time until she realised they were not addressing Dominic but her.

  I'm Her Grace now. The Duchess of Surrey!

  Her new title had been the least of her concerns. All she was thinking about was how to get her husband, MY HUSBAND DOMINIC ST.YVES into his bedroom and to finally know how making love was really done.

  She was a little scared.

  What if I'm not doing it right? What if it hurts? What if---

  They were alone. The servants had all gone.

  Gigi stood in the middle of the room, not really knowing whether to sit down or lie down, whether to say something or not. Where she had been only slightly afraid before, she was very afraid now.

  Dominic poured some light-brown liquid into a glass.

  He held it out to her. “Here. Drink.”

  “Is--- is it brandy?”

  He poured more into a second glass and came over to her.

  “Yes it is. Cheers, wife.” He smirked.

  She smiled and drank. It burned on her tongue, in her throat and in her tummy. She felt better in a flash.

  Dominic took the glass away from her and put it onto a nearby table.

  His face became very serious.

  “I don't think I have ever made love to a---” he hesitated.

  “To a virgin?” Gigi's voice was shaking.

  “Yes...”

  “Oh, I'm not---”

  “WHAT?”

  She sighed. And lied. “I'm not afraid. Not much.”

  “Oh,” he gasped. “Good. --- Don't worry. You have a natural talent for it from what I have seen so far.”

  Gigi blushed.

  He drew her into his arms. His breath was hot as he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

  “Are you ready for your punishment, Your Grace?”

  He did not give her time to answer. His mouth was already on hers.

  He's devouring me!

  That was the last clear thought Eugenia St. Yves was have for some time.

  Dominic lifted her up and carried her into another room. The bedroom.

  He lay her down on the vast four-poster-bed.

  She simply lay there watching him. He took her by the legs and pulled her towards him, bowed down and gently kissed her. Then, with a single move, he ripped her dress in half. And her corset. And everything else she wore until she lay completely naked and exposed in front of him.

  “Satisfied? Am I heroic enough?”

  Gig thought she nodded.

  He placed his hands on her throat, and then slowly he let them slide down over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs and back up again. He did that several times.

  The next time his left hand remained on her breast, gently stroking it, while the right hand went further down, to the inside of her thigh. An almost painful shudder went through Gigi as one of his fingers touched her in that soft, moist spot where all her nerves seemed to come together.

  “Oh!” She moaned and clutched the sheets to keep herself steady, somehow, in this wave of feelings that came over her.

  Slowly, he began to move his hand between her legs while the other one still cupped her breast.

  Every movement he made forced a little cry out of her. He leaned forward again, kissing her, but not gently this time.

  His caresses were less probing now. One finger had found that tiny knot hidden within her tender flesh and he was gently pushing and circling it. She tried to press herself against him, wanting more. He had to take the left hand from her breast to lean onto his arm.

  Gigi pulled off his neck cloth. He raised himself and she followed him upwards, until she sat. Together they unbuttoned his shirt.

  As he took it off Gigi gaped at his bronzed torso, hairless and rippling with muscles.

  He was amazing.

  “Hurry,” she breathed, feeling an emptiness inside that had to be filled without further delay. She desperately wanted to get onto her knees to press her naked body against his, but he pushed her down. He had opened his trousers. Her breath caught as she saw him remove them and he towered above her in all his naked splendour.

  That’s never going to work that will never fit into---

  With a swift movement he was above her and with an other movement, oh! he was inside her.

  It was a strong, deep thrust. Gigi felt all her muscles contract. There was some pain, yes, but above all she felt utterly stuffed.

  “That was quick,” she gasped.

  “I thought it might be better that way,” he mumbled and kissed her ear. Then he thrust again.

  “Oh!” Gigi moaned.

  He thrust again. And Again. She had to close her eyes. How could he even move in there, he was so big and there was no space left at all, but somehow it worked and his hard manhood pressed and rubbed every inch of her with unrelenting strength.

  “Uh!”

  He moved faster.

  Gigi wanted to move her legs to loosen the tension that was building up inside of her, she wanted to move her arms but Dominic had her completely pinned down somehow. She was moaning loudly now, craving air, craving something else.

  “Dominic, I---“ she did not know what to say, she did not really want to say anything, she just wanted him to know that more and more pressure was building up inside of her and that she would surely be torn into a thousand pieces shortly.

  He stopped.

  “No, don’t stop, don’t stop!” she wailed.

  He changed his position slightly and brought her legs up, then he was thrusting again. The sensation of being totally filled was even stronger than before.

  How is that even possible?

  He took her in a wild rhythm. Her arms were free now but she had to hold on to him.

  His breath came out sharply with every thrust he made. His eyes were fixing hers. He looked like a beautiful predator to Gigi. Merciless and wild.

  From time to time he would kiss her hungrily on the mouth or on the neck.

  It was too much for her, she had to close her eyes, and rest her head on the cushion, still she was begging him, pleading him to go on!

  She felt the pressure turning into an itching heat along his moving shaft. It was scorching and spread into her loins, into her belly, her legs, her feet, her lungs, even her head!

  What’s this?

  His thrusts were now slow but deep and almost violently hard.

  Uncontrollable contractions went through her, his hammering manhood causing more and more of them.

  Her body exploded. She saw blinding fireworks before her eyes.

  She screamed, pressing her face into his neck, pressing her hips against him as hard as she could to have more of it. More of him!

  He moaned and shivered too. Then he sank down on top of her, kissing her, rocking her, fast at first but then slower and slower until they lay still.

  Gigi came to her senses and realised she was yapping for air.

  “I—“ Dominic tried to speak.

  “Yap?” She puffed.

  He kissed her again.

  “I think---“

  “Yes?”

  “Nothing.”

  He rolled off her, making her feel very cold. But then he drew her over to lie on top of him and covered her with a sheet, so that was quickly
remedied. They lay for a while, recovering their breathing until they would be fit to actually communicate.

  Finally, something came to Gigi’s mind. She leaned onto her elbow.

  “Ouch!” he said. She moved around a little.

  “You know what?”

  “No, my ravenous beauty?”

  “We hardly know each other. We never had a proper conversation.” She looked him straight in the eyes.

  “I beg your pardon? I just devoured you like you demanded, I’ll do it again in a minute, only so you know, but don’t ask me to converse with you right now.”

  His hands were on her buttocks and he shoved her towards his resting staff which Gigi felt hardening against her belly.

  She looked at him reproachfully.

  “So you don’t actually love me, you only want me for my glorious body.”

  “I think by now I told everybody in London that I love you. But I do want your glorious body. Quite a lot.” He tried to kiss her again but she did not let him.

  “That doesn’t sound romantic…” she feigned annoyance.

  “I think we have to discuss your reading habits. But not now.” The tip of his newly erect member was already entering her. Gigi raised her hips.

  “Say you love me first, you dangerous rake!”

  He sighed. “Gigi the pirate, I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you and I shall love you until the end of my days unless…”

  She sat down on top of him, taking him in. This lovemaking was really all she had expected it to be, and more.

  “Unless what?”

  He closed his eyes and smiled lazily. “Unless you feed my horse with apple pie again. --- Now, slave girl, get on with it. We still have a lot of punishing to do.”

  THE END

  OUT NOW

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  Flora joins Dominic and Gigi in their Italian villa.

  Joining them will be Darlington, Lackerby and a very handsome Sforza prince.

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