Punished in the Duke's Study

I swore I'd claw my way free from any leash, especially one held by a duke who thinks he owns the world.

Yet here I am, hauled into his oak-paneled study, the air thick with candle smoke and the weight of his stare. Leather tomes line the walls like witnesses to my downfall. He's no savior. He's the storm I provoked, the man my contested fortune has chained me to. Guardian by law, tormentor by choice. I spit defiance at his feet, but my pulse hammers betrayal between my thighs.

His hand catches my wrist first, yanking it high under the crackling hearthfire. Bared. Exposed. Like he sees every reckless secret I've buried. I twist, curse, fight the pull. But then he bends me over his knee, skirts shoved aside, and his palm descends. Unforgiving. Claiming bare skin with cracks that echo my shattering pride. Pain blooms into something filthy, intoxicating. I buck against him, hating how my body weeps for more, arches into the chastisement I publicly scorn.

He growls low, that shadowed obsession cracking his mask of control. Each strike twists protection into possession, my rebellion fueling his need to break me wide. Sweat slicks us both in the aftermath, collapsing into candlelit quiet where his fingers trace tenderness over welts. It's ruinous. This man who could steal my autonomy, my self-respect, the wild heart I've guarded like a fortress.

One more night of his discipline, and I'll shatter. Or worse, beg him to rebuild me in his image. Freedom was my vow. But his knee feels like absolution.

A full-length Regency discipline spanking MaleDom erotic romance featuring a defiant heiress and her possessive guardian duke.