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"I know what I saw!"

"I wanted to make you jealous, Nell! For fucks sake! Don't you get it? I've wanted to wed you before I knew about the child before you came to the party, before my hand landed on that..."

"Stop!" she said. "Fine. But what happens when you are bored?"

"Entertain me, Nell," he said, wiggling his brows. "You know how to with that little slut mouth and..."

"Alex! The Vicker is likely downstairs, and you are..." but now Penelope was smiling.

"What am I doing, Nelly?" he asked, taking a few steps to close the distance.

"Interrupting me. I was in the middle of packing for my new home, your grace," she said, looking up from below her lashes.

"Mmhm. My lovely little Mayfair home that you haven't seen." He dropped the bag and put an arm around her.

"Will I get my own room?"

"Hardly," he said, kissing the top of her head. "A slave girl doesn't get her own room..."

Penelope batted at his chest, then circled her arms around his neck. "My own footman? Minerva said your house has all the handsome..."

"I just fired them all, I'm afraid," he smirked.

"Oh poo," she whispered along his corded neck. "Then how shall I not get bored, your grace?"

"Bend over this bed, and I will show you..."

"Penelope!" her father bellowed from the corridor.

"I guess that must wait."

***

The ceremony was short, with only Penelope's parents in attendance. Afterward, they made the journey to the duke's residence with only the single bag.

The main home of the duke was grand. The fact that he lived alone in such a large house made Penelope feel momentarily bad for him. Then she recalled his recent harassment, and her pity receded.

Alex showed his new duchess his bedroom suite. It was massive, with a giant mahogany four-poster bed in the center.

He walked around the bed and held a post. "I've been waiting a long time to tie you to this," he said smugly, tapping the thick wood. "Keep you captive, like we did that..."

She walked over to him and ran her fingers through his hair. "I liked it better when you were the strong silent type. And perhaps we can save the restraints for a few hours. I want to do some exploring of my own."

She looked down at his long frame and let her fingers follow her eyes.

"Your body is delightful, my lord duke. I've missed seeing you in all your...glory." She plucked at his shirt fastenings and pulled it over his head. "Much better. Although," she slipped a finger under his waistband, "I think I want to catch a glimpse of this big...fat...cock."

With those words, he moaned as she unfastened his britches. Her slightly cold hands reached inside the flap and fished out his dick.  She began to stroke his cock from root to tip, her other hand finding his ballsack and cupping the heavy testicles.

"Nell," he groaned as her hands moved in unison, spreading the precum from the tip while the other hand lightly pulled on the sack. "God, I missed you."

"Mm? I missed this," she squeezed the hand on his shaft. "It hasn't been inside me in so long, sir."

He growled at the last word, likely remembering their two nights of play and wanton exploration. "Is that what you want?  Me...this...inside you?"