The Duke Wants Her Curves: Taboo Historical BBW Forbidden Erotic Rubenesque Romance (2 page)

‘What’s going on, Uncle?’ He turned to face me, and the grin on his face was the widest I’d ever seen.

‘Oh you wonderful girl! You darling creature! You’ve made me a very, very happy man.’ This was, without question, the happiest I’d ever seen my uncle. His were positively twinkling, and he was beaming with joy.

‘What do you mean? What have I done?’

‘Look!’ he said, brandishing a piece of folded paper in front of me. ‘A message, from the Duke of bloody Skipton, delivered to the house this very morning. By a courier, no less. No expense spared, poppet, none whatsoever.’ He’d never called me poppet before, that’s for sure. I took the message and started to read.

Dear Norman,

I had the pleasure, yesterday evening, of meeting your delightfully plump niece for the first time. I must confess that I was quite taken with her. I must have her. I intend to make her my wife, in exchange for a dowry of no less than three thousand pounds. I will send a surgeon who I trust to your house next Tuesday to carry out the necessary medical examination. The money will be paid into an account of your choosing whenever you please.

Please give Briony my most kind, warm greeting.

Yours faithfully,

Duke Marcus of Skipton

As I read the letter, a mixture of utter terror and strange, prickly excitement began to take hold of me. Not only had the Duke noticed me, but he wanted to marry me? What an odd, impulsive man. He’d seemed so cruel to me at the time, and so oddly twisted, but perhaps passion and spontaneity beat within his breast. I thought about his riding crop, about the way he’d used it on that grey horse, about the way he seemed to have total mastery over the beast. He was a real man, an adult. I would have never thought for a second that someone like that would be interested in me.

‘Should I say yes?’ I asked.

‘What do you mean, Bri?’ said my uncle, looking at my with a sudden intensity.

‘I mean, should I marry him? I’d never even considered that a nobleman might want to marry me. I always thought I’d end up with someone like Robert or, I don’t know, a butcher or something…’

‘Briony,’ said my uncle, suddenly deadly serious, ‘you’re going to marry the Duke. You don’t have a choice in the matter. He will give you a very good life, a much better life than I could ever dream of giving you. And you’ll be a good wife to him. You’ll do all of the things he asks of you, and you’ll be dutiful and kind. Do you understand?’ A little scared, I nodded at my uncle. ‘You’re going a be a Duchess, you stupid girl. It’s a miracle that anyone is interested in you, on account of your prodigious size. You’ve got no chance with anyone else worthwhile. And you can put all thoughts of Robert and bloody butchers out of your mind. You and I have been plucked out of this shitty little life for some reason, God knows why, and you’re not going to ruin it for either of us, d’you hear?’

I nodded again, and felt a sudden urge to cry, to let little pinpricks of tears form and fall at the corners of my eyes. As always, my thoughts turned to food, to cream and to jam, just anything to stop the tears. I restrained myself. Little did I know that this wouldn’t be the last time I’d have to hold back tears because of the Duke.

CHAPTER FOUR

Four days later, the doctor arrived. I’d not been allowed to do any work on the farm since my uncle received the letter from the Duke. It sounds like a holiday, but it had been incredibly boring for me. My had bought me a book on decorum called ‘How To Be A Lady’ and he’d made me read it almost every hour of the day. I had to learn how to pronounce my words proper and to walk with a book on my head. It was tough, and to be honest, the book spent more time on the floor than it did balanced on top of me.

So when the doctor appeared, it was a sort of relief. He was an odd looking man. He wore a starchy, crisp-looking white coat, and had a thick, grey, bushy moustache. His hair was swept back and oily, and he carried a little leather bag with him. He gripped it very tight, making his knuckles look almost snow white.

My uncle let him into the front room and made him a cup of tea, while I prepared a scone with cream and jam for the man.

‘I will of course require a bench or bed of some sort on which I can carry out the examination.’

‘No problem,’ said my uncle, ‘you can take her up to her bedroom, if you like. There should be plenty of room there.’

‘Yes, that will suffice,’ said the doctor. When I’d asked my uncle exactly what sort of medical examination would be taking place, he’d told me that it would just be a taking of my temperature, seeing whether I stood up straight, if I limped or anything. I wondered why a bed would be required at all.

After the funny little man had finished his tea and had managed to coat a good portion of his moustache in cream from the scone, he clapped his hands together loudly and looked straight at me.

‘Well my dear, let’s get started. The sooner we begin, the sooner the whole business will be over.’ The doctor’s voice was thin and quiet, like the sound a mouse might make while scrabbling around, trying not to be seen. He made me walk up the staircase in front of him, and for some reason, I felt as though I could sense his eyes on my backside as we made our way up. I opened the door to my room and waited inside. He took out a little clipboard from his bag and started to scribble some notes on a piece of paper which was fastened to its surface.

‘The Duke certainly wasn’t exaggerating when he spoke of your, ahem, size, was he dear. You are a most, shall we say, curvaceous young women.’

I blushed and felt awkward, as though there were little currents of electricity playing over my skin.

‘Don’t worry, Briony, it won’t affect the examination. Firstly, a quick question, and then we can begin.’ I nodded, silent and nervous. ‘The question is, have you ever let a boy take advantage of you?’

I was taken aback.

‘What do you mean, Doctor?’

‘What I mean is, have you ever let a boy put a part of himself into a part of you?’ It finally twigged. The doctor was talking about sex. Had I ever let a man put his ‘serpent’ into my ‘cave’? Well I was pleased to be able to answer that question quickly and honestly.

‘Absolutely not.’

‘Good. Good girl.’ The doctor, I thought, started to breathe a little more heavily. ‘Now Briony, I’m going to ask you disrobe, and lie down on the bed. I would like to remind you that I am a medical professional, and that what happens between the two of us has been directly sanctioned by the Duke, your husband to be, and by your uncle, your legal guardian.’

Disrobe? Did he mean that I had to make myself naked in front of him?

‘You mean…’

‘Yes dear, take your clothes off, and get up on the bed. I’m going to examine a few parts of your body, and then have a check between your legs for any, shall we say, breakages. I can turn away while you disrobe if you’d prefer? Feel free to cover yourself with a sheet when you’re on the bed, as well, to spare your modesty.’

I nodded, and when I was sure that the doctor was looking away, I carefully pulled off my smock, skirt, undergarments and stockings. Then, I slipped between the coarse cotton sheets of my bed. It was cold in the room, and my skin puckered with little goosebumps. I could feel my nipples tightening and hardening, and the loose flesh of my thighs shivering with the chill.

The doctor approached the bed and, with a cautious little noise, slipped his hand under the sheet. The first time I felt his touch, he found my shoulder. I thought for a moment that it was almost as though he was blindfolded, fumbling around in the dark. His hand felt coarse and warm, and I was, in a way, glad of its heat on my body. He moved over my shoulder and my clavicle, before, to my horror, finding his way to my breast. I felt him squeeze my left bosom gently, and then, the right, in turn. The flesh of my breast tightened as he gripped and then relaxed heavily down as he let go. I shut my eyes involuntarily.

‘Excellent, excellent,’ he said, making very odd, quiet grunting sounds as he manoeuvred his hand over my body. ‘The Duke will be very pleased, I’m sure,’ he said, before tracing his fingers across my left nipple. It was an odd sensation, almost like being tickled, but it was shot through with intense pleasure, as well as discomfort. To my utter surprise, I found the my secret part, that sweet place between my legs, had started to throb. His hand continued to fumble around under the sheet, squeezing the muscle of my arm, feeling the flat flesh of my belly, then, gently stroking the smooth skin of my thigh.

Suddenly, I felt something most peculiar; a wetness, a sort of slick, seeping sensation had started to blossom from my private area. I’d explored my body a few times in the past by myself, stroking certain parts of me, and pushing fingers into places that were warm and wet, but I’d never coaxed this much fluid from myself alone. It was positively gushing from me! I held back the urge to cover myself with my hands, and felt extremely lucky to have the sheet over me. But the doctor’s hands crept further and further towards my kitty, sweeping gently over my skin, making me want to squirm and cry out.

‘You have such firm young flesh, Briony, and so ample of form’ said the doctor, ‘the Duke will be most pleased, I’m sure, most pleased indeed. Now we just have a brief internal examination, if you don’t mind.’ I felt his fingertips rest on the hairy mound just above my entrance, as if asking permission to proceed. I suddenly realised that I did want him to touch me there, I wanted anything to touch me there, jsut to relieve the unquenchable desire that had been ignited in me. I nodded, eager for him to do what he was about to.

Slowly, his fingers walked down the lips of my kitty, and then, he pulled away.

‘Briony, you’re,’ he looked up at my, ‘you’re positively soaking down here. Did you know that?’ Again, I nodded, the power of speech seeming to have momentarily abandoned me.

‘Well, that’s awful sinful of you. Did my touch ignite passion in you, my dear?’ I nodded, a sort of desperate mania taking over my whole body. I looked upward and breathed deeply, the anticipation of his further touch almost too much to bear. ‘I can do something about the feeling for you, if you like, but you must be totally quiet, do you understand?’

I looked at him with eyes wide open and nodded once more.

‘Good,’ he said. His finger started to move. Slowly at first. He rubbed its tip up and down the soft, fleshy lips of my opening. There was so much moisture there that is felt like silk running up and down me. The pleasure was incredible. It came over me in waves as he started to gently explore my kitty. It was masterful the way he moved, teasing my flesh. I clamped my mouth shut, but found it very difficult not to let any sound spill from my lips. Then, he pushed his finger up towards the tender little nub at the top of my slit and started to gently rub it in little circles. I wasn’t prepared for the sensation, and my body bucked beneath his hand, almost throwing the sheet off. When he started to move a little quicker, I couldn’t help it; I let out the tiniest gasp.

Immediately, his finger pulled away.

‘Briony, if your father hears, there will be hell to pay.’ I looked at him with imploring eyes, begging him to continue. ‘There’s only one thing for it.’

He opened his leather bag, and took out a small, red, silken handkerchief. Then, he came to my head, and, with a practised motion tied it around my mouth, totally gagging me.

‘Is that comfortable, Briony?’ I nodded.

When his hand returned to my nether regions, this time he was not gentle. I felt his thick finger at the mouth of my entrance, and then, he pushed it in while looking me straight in the eye. ‘I feel so lucky to be the first man to explore you, Briony,’ he said. I could feel the hard nubs of his knuckles inside me. Then, he started to slide the finger in and out of me. He pushed hard and with a steady rhythm. I wanted to scream with pleasure, but the gag stopped me from making any sound. He pushed it harder and then, with a wicked grin, he slid a second finger into my pussy. I felt sudden warm waves of pleasure start to radiate around my body. It was like a bright light was being shone straight into my eyes. I felt his thumb start to massage the pleasure centre at the top of my slit and I started to writhe around under his touch like a possessed animal. I pushed myself harder into him, wanting more from him. I looked down at his crotch, where I know men kept their snakes and I saw something bulging in there, desperate to get out.

‘Not today, Briony, you must be intact for the Duke, my dear,’ he said. Then he started to move his hand really fast, like a galloping horse. I couldn’t take it any more. Overcome with sudden relief, I bucked upward and swallowed up his finger with my pussy. I closed my eyes and felt more liquid beating out of my, as all of the muscles of my body contracted with ecstasy.

‘Excellent, my dear,’ said the doctor, pulling his hand away, ‘the Duke will be most pleased with his new plaything.’

CHAPTER FIVE

Life felt different after my encounter with the Doctor. I felt a new-found confidence in me, as though something fiery and unknown had been awoken in my breast. I was a little more assertive with my uncle, and started to realise that, in a way, I had all of the power in the household now. He was totally dependant on me for his shot at a work-free life, and so I made him work for it. I demanded that he buy me a new dress, for one, and went with him to York to pick it out. I chose a beautiful white lacy thing, figuring that if I was going to be married to this Duke, I might as well dress for the part. The look on my uncle’s face when he had to shell out a
whole pound
for it was priceless! Well, I suppose it was actually worth about a pound!