Surrender Your Grace (15 page)

He crossed the room to pull her to her feet and grasping her chin forced her to meet his eyes. “Is that what this wretched behavior is all about? You think I won’t punish you because of your pregnancy? Did you think I would let you run roughshod over me for the entire nine months? I think you forget who is in charge in this marriage and it's time for a reminder.”

She shook her head in denial and averted her eyes, but not before he saw the regret and remorse in her expression.

“Never would I do anything that would risk you or the baby, Cici. Surely you know that. A few swats to your derriere are not going to harm our child.” When she gave him a watery nod as the tears started to fall, he turned her to undo the buttons up the back of her day dress. “Strip to your chemise and wait for me in the corner. I am angry right now so you will wait there until I have composed myself. Do you understand?”

“Yes Andrew. I don’t usually act in such a way, but I have been at sixes and sevens lately. I’ve never been so moody and ill-tempered before.” The tears were falling rapidly now.

“I agree, so we will take care of that soon. Go to your corner and lift your chemise. I want that naughty bottom on display. You will stay there and be silent and still until I call for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Andrew.” She sniffled and scrubbed at her cheeks. “I am sorry for my behavior, please forgive me.”

“You are forgiven, sweetheart. Once your punishment is complete you will then be able to forgive yourself as well.” He gently turned her and patted her rounded bottom, sending her on her way. He watched until she had done as ordered. Pressing her nose in the corner, she reached under her chemise and untied her drawers. Then taking two steps back she lifted her chemise to her waist as he taught her. This placed her bared pale globes on prominent display for his appreciative gaze. Nodding at her obedience, he went back to his desk and studied the documents that had brought him home midday in the first place.

He listened to an occasional sniffle and hitched breath for the next hour or so as he finished his business. Then he looked at his duchess. Remembering that she was a young woman of only eighteen years and used to being socially active with friends her own age, he felt a glimmer of regret. She told him she didn’t enjoy the balls and fetes unless he could accompany her. And, she didn’t like to dance with other men, or spend her time with the matrons. She was right; a secretary would be helpful and would allow him more time with her. Once the children came along he would want the extra time to spend with his family. He resolved to begin his search immediately.

He went to the settee and called to her, “Come here, Cecilia.”

Watching her turn and cross to him, he got a stimulating glimpse of her titian muff as she walked the short distance toward him. She knew the rules by now; she was to keep her chemise raised and her bottom on display until given permission to cover herself. Spreading his legs he pulled her in close until she fit snugly against his inner thighs and groin. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs until they cupped her lush bottom. He snuggled her close and rested his head between her breasts. He could see her tummy was already slightly rounded as she stood before him nearly naked. He had already forbidden her to wear a corset and had the maid remove all the potentially harmful garments from her dressing room.

Cupping her belly he inquired gently, “How is our little one today?”

“Fine, but I still haven’t felt the baby move. Mother says it should be anytime now.”

“Raise your arms.” When she complied he whisked the chemise over her head, leaving her standing beautifully naked between his wide spread thighs.

His hands began to explore, rubbing over her rounded bottom and up her back to cup her shoulders. He pulled her closer and raised his head to look at her breasts. His hands slid around to cup and weigh each succulent mound. “These are bigger, I think.” He paused to lick and suckle one erect nipple. “The nipples are bigger and darker, too. I can’t wait to see my child suckling at his mother’s breast.” He mimicked the motion and captured one large nipple between his lips, pulling hard until it peaked tautly in his mouth before moving to the aching crest of the other. Of their own accord, her hands rose to bury in his silky hair and she held him close as he sucked her nipples.

When he raised his head she whimpered at the tightness in the sensitive buds. “Are they tender?”

“Yes, you made them so tight they ache.”

He licked each one soothingly before lowering his head to her swollen belly. “While you were standing prettily in your corner, I did some thinking. I’ve been neglecting you. Not that it excuses your behavior, but I understand you are missing some of the social activities and time with friends.”

“Mostly I miss being with you, Andrew.”

Smiling up at her, he pressed a kiss her to her lips. “I miss you too, sweetness. So, I’ve decided to take your advice, my wise old sage, and hire a secretary. I want to spend more time with you and the baby when it arrives.”

“Thank you Andrew. You won’t regret it.”

“Also, I’ve decided to send for Mother and Maggie. It has been three months since James’ passing and it is time for Mama to stop being a hermit in the country. You need a little more nurturing now that your expecting and she will be perfect for the task. It will give her something to occupy her time other than grief.”

She squealed with excitement and bounced up and down in his arms. “Truly?” She grabbed his cheeks with her small hands and bent forward spreading kisses across his face. “You are the most considerate of husbands. I’ve missed my best friend so much these past months. Oh, and I think the world of your mother, of course.”

“Settle down. No jumping, you’re shaking the baby.”

“Oh you darling man, he is snug as a bug in a rug in there.”

“You think it's a boy then?”

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling the first will be a boy.”

“That would be wonderful, although a red-headed, green eyed little girl with a sprinkle of freckles across her nose would be just as nice.” He paused patting her luscious bottom and thought about her punishment. He began to lower her across his lap, but stopped. He didn’t want her putting undue pressure on the baby. He considered the spanking bench, but rejected it for being too harsh. Then it came to him, standing he turned them both reversing their positions. “Lay back, Cici.”

Puzzled, she began to turn over and lay on her stomach, but he stopped her. “No, I want you on your back.”

Kneeling beside her, he lifted her legs in the air and raising her hips, slipped a decorative pillow underneath her. He guided her hands to her ankles, “wrap your arms around your legs and hold them there.”

“Andrew, you can’t mean to spank me this way.”

“Of course I can. This is the position least likely to harm the baby. Not another word now and take your punishment like a good girl.”

“But Andrew you can see everything.”

“I can. I can also see your beautiful face which is what bothers you about this position the most, isn’t it?”

She just stared at him. It was like he knew her better than she knew herself, but how?

“Trust me, Cici. I know what you need more than you know yourself,” he grinned down at her as his big hand rubbed gently over her soft backside.

“Good gracious, you’re a mind reader aren’t you?”

He laughed at her ridiculous supposition. “No, I just know my duchess.” His fingers gently ran along her cleft, teasing her puckered rosebud, dipping in her moist heat, then rubbing lightly over the hard nub at the top of her notch. All the while he watched her response - parted lips, bright eyes, flushed skin, arched back and engorged nipples. She was beautiful as she took her pleasure. Ah, but they had business first.

“Cici, I’m going to spank your naughty bottom now. Tell me why you deserve this punishment.”

“I was petulant and sassy, disobedient and degraded myself which I know you don’t like one bit. And I was so very selfish. I know you are busy Andrew, but I miss you and am tired of sharing. We never had a real honeymoon and it’s been one thing after another since we married. Do you ever wish we could go back to Arrandale and just stay there?”

“Every day,” he replied as he intensified his play and his long fingers continued to tease along her skin. “But we have responsibilities. I promise to make more time for you as soon as I get that secretary. Tell me why else you deserve to be spanked.”

“Uh-, I’m not sure Andrew. I said so many mean things I’m sure I’ve forgotten half of them.”

“You insulted me by thinking I would break my vows to you Cici. We have been over this thoroughly. I promised you I wouldn’t take a mistress and it stung for you to think that I would do that while stashing you away in the country just because you carry my child.”

Tears trickled from her green eyes and he could see the remorse for her behavior.

“It appears I am a sharp-tongued witch like my sister. I didn’t mean it; I was just feeling sorry for myself. I’m sorry Andrew and deserve whatever punishment you see fit.”

He then lifted his hand and brought it down sharply on her upraised behind. He watched a pink handprint bloom across her pale white skin.

“Do not compare yourself to that woman. You are nothing like her.” He swatted her again, one loud crack landing on each cheek.

“Ooh that stings, Andrew.”

“That means I am doing it correctly.” He considered her reddened face critically for a moment before delivering another swat to her other cheek. The sound of his hard palm meeting her taut flesh echoed through the study as swat after stinging swat fell in a steady pattern. Soon her bottom and upper thighs were a uniform pink shade. Andrew stopped to rub her warm flesh softly, his eyes locked on the steady stream of juices running down her cleft to her tight bottom hole. He used two fingers to trace over her from the tip of her firmly protruding nub to the tight hole below. Tracing over the pink puckered skin, he spread the moisture evenly before pressing into the forbidden entrance with his fingertip.

Cici squealed in alarm, panting for breath she managed to rasp “My Lord that is most improper.”

“Ah, but we aren’t the proper Duke and Duchess right now. We are Cici and Andrew, two lovers who are locked away from the judgmental world behind a stout oak door. We are free to explore the pleasures of the flesh without anyone to tell us otherwise.”

He pushed in deeper to the first knuckle and stopped, his other hand moving to the top of her notch. “Open your legs and bend your knees to your chest, I want access to all of you.” When she was in the requested position, her cleft spread wider and revealed the glistening pearl at the top of her slit. She groaned a perfect sound of surrender as his finger slowly worked the distended nubbin while the other finger slid into her bottom hole completely. Her tight muscles clamped down on his finger clinging to him as he withdrew. “You like that don’t you, Cici? Nothing is forbidden when it comes to us as long as it brings us pleasure.”

Gliding his finger back inside her bottom, he increased the friction with his other hand on her pearl. “If I want to take this forbidden hole, I shall, but I’ll make sure you enjoy it. If I want to take a strap to your naughty bottom in order to gain your obedience and submission then I shall, but will be certain that pleasure follows.” He pumped into her faster and the small river of juices increased to a steady flow, further lubricating her and making his path easier. He paused to slip in a second finger. She moaned and lifted her bottom higher, silently signaling she wanted more from him. “If I want to fill your bottom with my hard cock and ride you until we both find fulfillment, I shall and will make you beg me for more.” He eased off the pressure from his teasing fingers as he saw her rapidly approaching climax. “Tell me what you want, Cici. Tell me what brings your body pleasure.”

“You bring me pleasure, Andrew. I don’t know why some of it does, when it is so outrageous and sinful.” She groaned and her hips writhed as his fingers continued to drive in an out of her bottom. Her belly clenched and muscles rippled searching for something, anything that would fill her and help her reach her peak. “Please Andrew; take me with your fingers, your mouth or your hard-,” Although aroused beyond reason her mind wouldn’t let her say it.

“Say it, Cici. If you want something you’ll have to ask for it.”

“Please-,” she begged.

“Surely a young woman with such a salty vocabulary can ask for her pleasure by name. Say it and I’ll give you the pleasure you are seeking.” He slipped in a third finger and stretched her, readying her for his penetration.

“Goodness gracious, I can’t take anymore. Please take me with your hard cock.” Cici spoke the naughty words as he commanded, her voice husky and full of passion. “Fill me, Andrew. Possess me or spank me with that horrid birch rod if you must. Do whatever you want to my body because I know, in the end, you will give me indescribable pleasures.” Her hips pumped awkwardly and she was unaware of the erotic display she presented him when she finally begged, “I surrender, Your Grace. Now, please will you allow me to come?”

His fingers stopped their driving motion as he smiled down at her with a satisfied grin. “I have longed to hear those words from your beautiful lips. But you must wait until I’m inside you before yielding to your orgasm.”

Swiftly, he removed his trousers and drawers and knelt on the settee. He was long and hard and she could see his male essence glistening on the end, a sure sign of his excitement. Finally, he filled her, the heat from her wet sheath causing him to throw back his head as he released a tormented groan. He plunged once, twice then pulled out and slipped lower to her smaller hole. Pressing the head against the tight entrance he used a broad thumb to stimulate her. “Breathe deep and relax, Cici. There will be some stretching at first, but then your body will open for me as always and I will fill you.”

“You make me do such wicked and naughty things.”