Regency Romance Omnibus 2018: Dominate Dukes & Tenacious Women

by Virginia Vice

  “I am enjoying a smoke at the moment,” he said.

  “Take me town. I need to go to the bank,” she said.

  “It’s not opened at the moment,” he joked.

  He studied her face.

  “You’re serious,” he said.

  “I’ll pay,” she said.

  She extend her hand to his waist and pressed closer to him suggestively.

  “You will?” he asked, more with surprise than a question.

  “Yes,” she said. “Money or whatever you want. I want to leave.”

  Jake nodded. He was catching on.

  “Well I know you’re not with child,” he said.

  Gee rolled her eyes. She should have expected that.

  “What did she do?” he asked.

  Gee didn’t answer.

  “If you’re going to help from me, I want to know what happened,” he said flatly.

  “She used me,” Gee replied, clenching her eyes feeling stupid all over again.

  “I would use you,” he said coolly.

  “At least at this point moving forward, I will always be aware,” she said.

  “If I take you to town, I will have to leave as well,” he said. “We’ll have to hitch a ride. It’s dangerous for a woman by herself. Depending on your plans, you’re going to need me.”

  “Fine. But if I pay you, there’s nothing else between us. This is an arrangement.”

  “As long as I am free to chase all the skirt I wish,” he said.

  They shook on it. They made their way into town. Gee half expected to learn the bank account had been a ruse but it wasn’t. She withdrew the contents of her account and opened one up by herself so it had no ties to Lady Sinnott. She and Jake shopped for a townhouse.

  The Duke Dominates The Maid

  Training Her To Serve

  By Virginia Vice

  “Good morning, Mrs. Kingsford,” young Duke Rorke Carteret greeted, and the middle-aged servant startled. She wasn’t quite used to being called Mrs yet, as the new head of housekeeping was to be called.

  “Yes, Your Grace!” she replied with a deep bow, a blush rising on her cheeks.

  He smiled at the pink marring her pretty face. “What brings you to me, Mrs. Kingsford?”

  “Your grace, it is a small favor,” she replied, clasping her hands in front of her.

  He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Then, it should be easy to grant.”

  Her blush deepened. “Your grace, it is about my little cousin. Her employer passed away a month ago and she is currently without a job. As you know, being a servant in a great household is the preferred occupation choice among poor commoners like myself. I was hoping to get her a job here.”

  Rorke nodded. “You have my permission, Mrs. Kingsford. I would like to meet your cousin,” he said, and she bowed again, hands pressed together as if in prayer.

  “Thank you, Your Grace!” she gushed.

  “What is your cousin’s name, and how old is she?” the Duke asked.

  “Penny. Her name is Penny Bradford. She is twenty years old, Your Grace,” Mrs. Kingsford replied.

  “Well, then, she isn’t so little now, is she?” Rorke teased.

  “Welcome home, Your Grace.” It was a chorus of warm greetings as the Duke stepped out of his coach. He’d had a long day of haggling with pompous merchants that had been trying to swindle his farmers. He pasted a smile on his face to reassure his servants.

  His eyes locked on a breathtaking young maid. She had golden locks woven into intricate braids on her head, flawless skin topping a slender neck. The swell of her bosom was detectable beneath the traditional servant garb, and he swallowed hard and flicked his eyes back up to her face.

  “Welcome home, Your Grace,” Mrs. Kingsford said, and stepped out from behind the young woman. “This is my little cousin, Penny Bradford.”

  “Thank you for allowing my employment, my lord,” Penny said, her voice a breathy soprano.

  Gooseflesh sprung up on the back of the Duke’s neck at the sound of my lord escaping her lips. “Pleasure, Miss Bradford,” he replied, and took her hand, placing a soft kiss on the knuckle. “I trust you’ve found everything to your liking.”

  “Oh, very much, my lord.” She nodded emphatically, and straightened her shoulders. Her wide, innocent blue eyes made his breath catch in his throat, and he chose to ignore the smirk on Mrs. Kingsford’s face.

  Rorke was delighted to find that Penny had been assigned as a chambermaid to his very chambers. He could have requested her, of course, but that may have been a bit too forward. As it turned out, Mrs. Kingsford seemed to not only sense his desires, but want to foster them.

  The young maid was very good at her job, keeping everything perfectly clean and always having everything ready for him, sometimes before he asked. She was quiet as a mouse and he couldn’t have asked for a better servant.

  “Thank you, Penny,” he said as she set his dinner down for him.

  She graced him with a bright, genuine smile. “You’re welcome, my lord,” she replied, with a little curtsy. As she turned to wait in the kitchen, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her back, and, not for the first time, wished it was the weight of his hands.

  The handsome young Duke was kind to his servants and an incredibly pleasant and generous employer. The beautiful young maid couldn’t help but enjoy the view, and the fantasies brewing in her own mind.

  Penny Bradford knocked lightly on the Duke’s chamber door, and inserted her key into the lock. “My lord,” she called softly. He’d asked her to wake him at 6:30 am to write some letters, which was rather early for him. She didn’t want to startle him out of sleep.

  “Come in, sweet Penny,” he replied, and in turn, startled her.

  “You’re awake,” she said as she entered the room. She fought the blush creeping up her cheeks at the fact that he’d called her sweet. He was already sitting at his writing desk, though still clad in his cream coloured sleep clothes.

  “Yes, I am. Leave the windows. Why don’t you come sit with me?” he offered.

  Penny set down her cleaning basket and walked stiffly to his desk. She’d never shirked duties to sit with a nobleman before, but it was alright if he asked her to, right? She tried to ignore the fact that she did, desperately, want an excuse to be near the handsome young Duke.

  Rorke pulled another wooden chair from beside the desk and set it beside him.

  She sank into it slowly, swallowing her trepidation. “My lord...”

  He lifted his hand and pressed his finger to her delectable lips. “Call me, Rorke. Please,” he said.

  Her heart rattled in her chest. It was definitely not proper for a chambermaid to call her Duke by his first name. But it was also definitely difficult to concentrate on that with his finger against her warm mouth.

  “I want to hear you say it. It’s just us in here. It has been a while since anyone called me by name.” His tone was soft in volume, but there was a commanding undertone. He removed his finger reluctantly. “Do it.”

  “Rorke,” she breathed, and his name falling from her smooth lips lit his body on fire.

  He ran his fingers down her creamy cheek. “You are beautiful, Penny,” he said, voice a thick husk. “The most beautiful maid in England.”

  She smiled, unable to stop herself from drawing her lower lip between her teeth for a moment. “Thank you,” she whispered, “Rorke.”

  He tried not to squirm at his rapidly hardening cock in his pants, and his thumb involuntarily swiped over her lips as he imagined what they tasted like.

  Penny pressed her thighs together and before she could stop herself, sucked his thumb into her mouth. She threw caution to the wind. She wanted him more than she wanted to appear modest.

  And by the Duke’s gasp, he wanted her just as much.

  Rorke tore his digit from her mouth, grasping the back of her neck and bringing them forward into a deep kiss. Their lips met and immediately parted, tongue’s dancing and stealing their
breath away.

  When they parted, Rorke held her at arm’s length by her delicate throat, enjoying the thrumming of her pounding pulse beneath his hand.

  “My lord,” she huffed, lips swollen and eyes wild with lust, “I’ve not... I’ve never been intimate with a man before.”

  “I thought not,” Rorke replied, lips curling into a predatory smile. “If you’re amenable, I am a very good teacher.” **

  Penny nodded, but instead of reaching for her, he stood from his chair and crossed to the other side of the room, opening a curtain that revealed a door behind it. He opened it and waved for her to follow him.

  “What is this place?” she asked as they descended a flight of spiral stone stairs, and she wasn’t sure if anyone even knew this corridor existed. Her cousin had never told her about any secret passages.

  “This castle has been in my family for hundreds of years,” he explained as they left the stairs into an expansive room. “This dungeon was used, once upon a time, to detain and torture criminals and prisoners.”

  Penny stopped short, eyes widening at the devices around the room. There were cuffs and racks and whips and chains and things that she’d never seen in person before, and surely not for the purpose he was insinuating.

  “I promise not to hurt you beyond what you can take,” he said gently. “If you are uncomfortable at any time, say the world penny and I will stop immediately. Do you understand?”

  The young maid swallowed, clasping her hands together. She glanced around one more time, the sight of the devices intimidating. But she couldn’t deny the pulsing between her legs. She squeezed her thighs and clenched her jaw and raised her gaze to the handsome Duke.

  He saw the lust there, the intrigue, the excitement. So he reached out and entwined his fist into her hair, jerking her head back to expose her throat.

  “Do you understand?” he demanded.

  Penny shrieked, her lower body clenching at his sudden display of dominance. “Yes, Rorke!” At his palm connecting with her cheek, her jaw fell open. Her sweet and kind employer had just struck her face.

  “You will refer to me as Master,” he purred, hand still twisted in her hair. “Otherwise, you will be punished. Slave.” He curled his free hand around her neck. “Do you understand what I just told you, you filthy thing?”

  “Yes...” Penny gasped for air as he tightened his hand. “... Master!”

  “Good,” he said, and let go of her completely, letting the poor maid stagger back under her own weight. She took in deep lungfuls of air in gratitude. “Remove your clothes.”

  With shaking hands, the young maid untied the back of her uniform pinafore, letting it fall down around her ankles. She unstrapped her underthings until she stood before him, naked as the day she was born, save for the little maid’s cap on her head.

  Rorke licked his lips, eyes roving over her creamy untouched skin. Her nipples were rosy pink and the tuft of hair between her legs glistened with her need. He grinned. “All of it,” he ordered, inclining his head to her cap.

  Penny slowly reached up to pull it off, chest vibrating with trepidation and excitement.

  “Good girl,” he purred, and opened his arms. “Come to me.”

  She practically flew into his arms, and disappeared into them. His hands groped her possessively, lips sucking at her neck as if trying to devour her. Penny nearly cried with need, the feeling bubbling up inside of her was like an uncontrollable storm. She didn’t know what to do. She’d never wanted anything in her life more than she wanted him in this moment.

  She reached down to grab at his pants, wanting to be able to touch him too.

  Rorke grabbed her wrists, ceasing his assault on her body. “You only touch me when I permit you to,” he said darkly. “You will be punished.”

  Penny shivered at his tone, crossing her arms across her chest in her nervousness.

  “Get on all fours,” he commanded.

  She sank to her knees slowly, eyes downcast, and then leaned forward until her palms were flat on the stone floor. She’d never been so aroused in her life. And when he leaned down and fastened a collar around her neck, humiliation washed over her like a tidal wave. But she still felt like she was drowning in this heady feeling. She didn’t have time to ponder why a proper lady such as herself was so needy of degradation, because Rorke jerked on the leash and started walking.

  She straightened up, and he flicked the leash, smacking it against her chin.

  “Down, bitch!” he snapped. “You crawl until I say so.”

  Penny lowered her head, face redder than a tomato with shame, and crawled on all fours after him to the center of the room. Above them was a horizontal beam suspended from chains in the ceiling, with two cuffs dangling from each end.

  “Stand,” he demanded, and she scrambled to her feet. He cuffed each of her wrists above her head, and then snapped two cuffs around her ankles separated by a spreader bar.

  As he circled around behind her, she strained her neck to see what he was getting. It was too dark back there, and she looked down at herself instead. The leash hung down in front of her, falling straight between her pert breasts and brushing against the floor.

  She turned her head again. “Master, I-”

  “You don’t speak unless I ask you too, whore!” Rorke cut her off, and stalked around the front of her. He lashed out and slapped her left breast hard, leaving an angry red mark across her pretty skin.

  “Rorke!” Penny shrieked at the pain, and his eyes raged. She realized her mistake too late, and he slapped both of her breasts two more times. She jerked around in her bonds, to no avail. She was fastened, motionless, helpless. He could do with her as he pleased.

  “You are my slave,” he hissed, leaning forward so that he was an inch away from her nose. “You are at my mercy. You refer to me as Master. Do you understand now?”

  “Y-yes,” she replied, tears welling up in her eyes. “Yes, Master.”

  “Without rules, we are nothing,” Rorke replied, straightening back to his full height. “I must punish you for not following them. You need to learn respect. And I don’t want to hear a sound from you. Not a peep.”

  Penny was barely able to draw in a breath before his hand came down on her breast again. She didn’t know how she kept in her scream, but she did. It hurt so badly. Her breasts burned and her cunt burned, everything was on fire. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, give herself some kind of friction, but she was spread helplessly.

  He continued to hit her, alternating breasts, alternating sides, sometimes hitting her oversensitive nipples. She wanted him to stop, but she simultaneously never wanted him to stop. As her tight little hole clenched, seeking something that wasn’t there, she couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Please, Master!” she cried, and then gasped at her mistake.

  “You are learning some respect, but still defying me,” Rorke warned. “How shall I punish you? You’re improving, but you still need to learn.” He slapped her again, this time so hard it felt like her nipple had come clean off.

  Penny sobbed openly, at this point uncaring as to whether she was making noise or not. Wetness crept down her cheeks and her thigh, and she couldn’t understand how she could feel so much pain and so much sensual pleasure at the same time.

  “Arch your back,” the Duke demanded, and she obeyed quickly, hoping it would lessen her punishment.

  Slap.

  “Tell me you love it,” he said.

  Penny sobbed. “I love it, Master!”

  He lowered his mouth to one of her poor nipples, hovering just above. As his breath tickled her sore flesh, she wiggled and squirmed as much as she was able.

  “Higher,” he snapped, and pinched her thigh hard, causing her to flinch and lift herself as high as she could on her tiptoes to get her breast into his mouth. His warm and wet tongue soothed her raw skin, and she moaned as he lavished his affection on her.

  “Please, Master!” she wailed, and he chuckled cruelly against he
r skin. He knew what she wanted. But she was a virgin—would she know how to ask for it?

  He pulled away from her, rolling her nipples between his fingers as he gazed into her red-rimmed eyes.

  “Please what, slave?” he cooed.

  “Please, I need...” Penny stammered, cheeks so red they were almost purple.

  “You want something in that tight little cunt of yours, is that it?” he asked, voice smooth as silk. She nodded jerkily, though she shrank away from him in shame. Nice ladies like herself didn’t ask for things to be put in their cunts.

  Rorke wouldn’t have that. He held her nipples tightly as she tried to move away, as if he were trying to pop them right off. She squealed and he laughed at her.

  “Beg me to fill your whore’s cunt,” he demanded, and she bit her lower lip, so embarrassed. She didn’t know if she could do it. He let go of her and she slumped with relief, and he walked back into the darkness behind her. When he returned, he held one item in each hand.

  Penny’s eyes widened. She didn’t know which item was more worrisome, the cat-o-nine-tails or the very phallic glass cylinder.

  “I know what you want, what you crave, whore,” Rorke said, and she shivered with need at his words and tone. “I know you want me to tear your virgin pussy in half. But I ordered you to beg me. And disobedient sluts don’t get what they want.”

  He reared back with the whip and she tensed just before what felt like a million leather straps sliced her open at once. The pain was immense, and she couldn’t get away from it. The spray of the whip covered too much surface area.

  “Just so you know what that feels like,” he said, lips curling into a cruel smile. He stepped around behind her, and her heart skipped a beat as the cold glass probed at the cleft of her ass. “If you don’t beg me properly, I might get confused as to exactly what you want inside you... and where you want it to go...” he trailed off, and she clenched her ass cheeks so hard that he laughed at her. “Don’t think that can keep me out. All that’s going to do is make it hurt more.” He lowered his lips to her ear. “And once it’s in there, I’m going to whip that pretty little pussy so hard that nobody will ever get in there without knowing I saw it first.”