Page 32 of A Duchess Untouched

“What do you mean by that? I…”

He seemed to struggle internally for a moment, but before she could say anything more, Matthew spun her around and bent her over his desk. Selina gasped in shock. She pushed her hands against the desk, but to no avail. Before she could fully process what was happening, Matthew’s palm came down on her buttock. He had just spanked her like an errant child.

“Matthew!” she yelped, surprised at not just the sting but the seemingly scandalous intimacy of his action. She gasped for air, even as her toes curled in her slippers. Another spank landed over her curves, and she was surprised at how her back arched involuntarily. The gasp that escaped her lips suspiciously sounded so much like pleasure.

“That,” Matthew growled, “is for every bloody torment you have put me through since I came back to London.”

“I… I do not understand…”

He spanked her again before leaning down to rest his chest against her back. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her against his hard length. Selina could feel him through his breeches, like that day in the garden. How could it be so hard and hot? Her husband felt out of control, and she was not certain how to feel about it. Was she finally about to get what she wanted?

“Do you not? Do you not really understand what you do to me, Selina?” he asked, his breath hot on her neck. “Do you not know what you have been doing to me every second of every day?”

Selina’s bottom stung deliciously. Her position on the desk felt wanton. Yet, she no longer fought him. She had done this to him. Besides, was this not what she wanted? Matthew finally losing control of himself?

“I… I am not sure I do,” she answered weakly, feigning innocence.

Matthew chuckled darkly before murmuring, “Then, I suppose I simply have to show you.”

This time, his fingers gathered the robe and the nightgown together, pulling them up to her waist. Selina shuddered as the cool night air touched her skin. Her mouth opened in surprise when Matthew turned her around and laid her on his desk like a meal. Then, his hand slid between her legs, dipping into the spot between her thighs.

He moved painfully slowly, appearing nearly helpless in the face of what he discovered, as he traced unhurried circles that lifted her hips toward his hand before she could stop herself. His gaze remained fixed on her face, watching each flicker of pleasure as if trying to memorize it.

“Oh, Selina,” he groaned as his thumb found her tiny nub already aching and swollen. “If only you could see yourself. You are so ready and wet from being punished.”

“Matthew—” she began, but he cut her off with a stern look.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and lightly slapped her sex. Selina gasped, and the sting gave way to a warm, pulsating feeling. Her hips instinctively moved toward him, driven by the urge to recreate that feeling, and she could not understand why she so desperately wished for him to do it again.

“That is for doing everything you can to torment me,” Matthew said, watching her reaction with sinister pleasure. “Now spread your legs wider for me.”

She did it before she had fully decided, her body responding faster than her mind could protest, his hand hovering over the aching spot between her legs. If he did not touch her again, she was afraid she would die.

“Please,” she whispered, quite past shame at this point.

“Please, what?” His voice dropped to a low, rough tone. “Tell me, wife. I want to hear you say it.”

She could only whimper, a cry bubbling in her chest. She did not know what to say, but she knew she needed his hands on her.

Finally, his fingers parted her folds with a tormenting slowness, collecting the moisture and then spreading it over her throbbing nub with slow, tantalizing movements. She clenched herself involuntarily, and a faint sound escaped her.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. “Tell me this is what you wanted when you came to my rooms like that to search for me.”

“Yes, Matthew, I just…”

A finger slipped inside her tight sex, making her hips rise from the desk. Her body worked on pure instinct. Nobody had ever touched her like this. Even she did not know how to do this to herself. Another finger slipped inside, even as his thumb never left her nub.

“What were you looking for, wife? The truth this time, or I will stop.”

“I… I wanted you,” she sobbed, even as pure bliss tore through her as his fingers curled inside her.

“And why did you want to find me, little wife? Did you want me to spread you over my desk and use my fingers on you until you could not take it anymore?” Matthew’s movements were relentless as he thrust his fingers in and out of her until she could hardly breathe.

“Yes! Please… I wanted to find you so that you would touch me.”

“Good girl,” he whispered near her ear, and just hearing him praise her almost drove her over the edge. He increased the pace, observing her collapse beneath him with reverence.

He curled his fingers forward to hit that spot inside her that made her back arch completely off the desk. Each thrust seemed perfectly targeted, as if he had been envisioning this moment much longer than she had thought.