When it comes to self-pleasure, most of my writing is centred around women and their playful, sometimes guilt-ridden, fun. Not so this week. I’ve a fine young man in a tub of water, naked and alone. It’s something of a treat to write about this.
Last week’s Masturbation Monday it was Sophia’s chance to dream about a spanking. This week, Nathanial, the new duke, is lounging in a bathtub before a fire and revisiting his first encounter with the widowed Sophia. Now that he is the duke, he is fighting to hide the man he once was… a rough mountain man.
Nathanial smiled at his coarse thoughts. He’d have to keep that language to himself, which would be hard after the company of rough men in lawless territories. Although he’d honoured the memory of his sweetheart, eventually his sexual desires couldn’t be contained and he’d sought the companionship of women, usually those who frequented small towns and trading stations. Unlike some of his fellow trappers, he refused to pay for such services; instead he relied on his natural ability to attract the good-natured ones to his arms, where they quickly learnt to appreciate his ways, often coming back for more when he returned from his travels.
Damn, he needed a good hard fuck.
He bit on his lip. How could he possibly contain such base desires and keep a civil tongue in his head? Those eight years had quickly devoured his genteel upbringing. He needed to see his mother and begin the process of re-establishing the privileged life he’d forgotten, which meant finding a wife.
Sophia might come with him.
The idea sprang into his head without warning. Why had he envisaged her company? Her position as dowager duchess would be hers until she remarried, even if he took another wife to be his duchess. Having two duchesses under the same roof and of a similar age would be impractical and difficult—the confusion of rank had already alarmed one footman. She would have to return to her family home and live there.
A pity. Perhaps that was why he wanted to take her to visit his mother. Then he would enjoy her company for a little while longer, until the influence of her family necessitated her return.
His cock had hardened into an erection, something he initially blamed on his rambling recollections of busty Canadian women. However, thinking about Sophia with her brown hair arranged neatly about her face, her full lips and dark eyes, he noted his cock grew even thicker. He moaned as his balls ached for pleasure and he slid deeper into the water, unable to resist the lure of erotic daydreams.
He imagined a wedding and on his arm was not a strange noblewoman, but Sophia. The girl had awoken something quite lost inside of his heart and it amazed him how quickly it had kindled and how strong it felt, especially when so many other women had failed to extract the sentiment from him, no matter how hard they tried to please him. If she were here, in the room, would she join him in the tub? Slide down over his legs and find his cock? Would she touch his manhood with her fingertips, guide herself over it, and spear herself on it?
Nathanial rubbed his sturdy shaft and closed his eyes. He was alone, having dismissed his valet and not likely to be disturbed given his strict instructions for privacy. He must aspire to enjoy a luxurious lifestyle and not succumb to guilt. He’d not sought to be the duke, rather the title had been handed to him through unfortunate circumstances and if he was to play the part of a nobleman properly, he’d need a suitable wife.
Sophia had a feisty proud nature and one he felt sure he could tame, just has he had done with his pet wolf, his only companion for seven long years. Of course taming a woman would not be the same and would require different techniques, and a degree of suitable disciplining. Surely, she’d be too proud to go over his knee and have her bottom spanked?
She would have to be bare so he could see her pale quivering flesh. Two gorgeous arse cheeks, which he would part to allow him to inspect her holes, checking for their receptiveness. She’d protest, of course, and wriggle, forcing him to hold her still. Then, with a resolute swing of his hand, he would quickly smack each buttock in turn until her white skin had reached a cherry redness.
The image of her startled expression, peering over her shoulder, with maybe the odd tear in her eye would reveal her contriteness. However, he didn’t want her to bawl or scream in pain. Nathanial didn’t see his need to punish as resorting to detestable or brutish measures. Only when she snivelled and sobbed would he know she’d taken all she could bear, then he would draw her up, rest her hot bottom on his lap, and kiss and caress her naked body.
His cock spurted cum into the bathwater. At the precise moment he had come, his imaginings had moved into a new arena. He’d pictured his cock entering her wet channel and the lust had been too much to contain.
He stroked his dripping penis, allowing it to rest against his thigh and he opened his eyes to stare at the fire once again.
What was the etiquette for marrying the widow of a second cousin, once removed? He doubted there would be any impediment. First cousins married, especially amongst the royalty.
After the passing of her husband, the elderly Duke of Brockenhurst, twenty-two-year-old Sophia chafes at her family’s expectations during her lengthy mourning period. When she is free to re-emerge in society at last, at her grandmother’s insistence she entertains the courtship of Nathaniel Hartwell, a distant cousin of the old duke and the man next in line for the title.
To her shock, Sophia learns that Nathaniel has spent the last eight years living as a trapper and fur trader in the mountains of Canada, isolating himself from the world after the tragic death of the woman he loved. Though he is a rough, uncivilised man, his devilishly handsome looks and commanding presence excite her in a way nothing ever has before.
Sophia sets out to transform the new duke into someone suitable for polite society, but when her comments become disrespectful and mocking Nathaniel takes issue with her behaviour. Almost before she knows it, she is over his lap and her aristocratic bottom has been bared for a sound spanking.
Knowing that it is the right choice for all concerned, Nathaniel asks her to be his wife, but despite the fact that their marriage begins as one of convenience he is determined to show Sophia the intense pleasure a strong man’s dominant lovemaking can bring her. Though her spoiled attitude occasionally earns her a bright red, well-spanked bottom, as the weeks pass her desire for him grows ever stronger. But can love truly bridge the gulf between people from such different worlds?
Publisher’s Note: Sophia and the Duke is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
5* Amazon Review
This book is very well written, offering not only good complex characters but a particularly honest and captivating look at relationship evolvement. Most definitely hot sex and D/s are at the core of the chemistry between Nathaniel and Sophia. The reader is allowed to see how true commitment, as well as, shifting and balance of power affects the union. Beyond the story of the couple are the elements of England following the French Revolution and a tantalizing element from the New World frontier. The story pulled me into it, as I really had not initially expected
Read an extended excerpt here.