Lahat ng Kabanata ng Punished by the Duke: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

~Leo~My parents and I walked down the grand staircase and through the double-height foyer into a packed Grand Hall. The venue was a deafening din of chatter that drowned out the pleasant tunes of the string quartet. With so many people in one place, even the high arched ceiling and towering pillars didn't feel as tall today.My sister seemed to have brought that good-for-nothing architect as her guest. His eyes were fixed on the gilded mirrors and ornate chandeliers. This room was a marvel for anyone seeing it for the first time. The unconventionally large windows and the skylight flooding through added to the grandeur of the luxurious furnishings.The small talk and prolonged laughter slowly ceased as I reached the high altar, surrounded by dignitaries and clergy. The robing and crowning process was about to begin after the proclamation, which I was more than ready for. Most people expected this ceremony to take place at the cathedral, but this castle held a special place in my paren

~Penny~"Leo, please, I---""Shut the fuck up and walk," he snapped.I expected him to go ballistic or hurt me. Except for the unrelenting grip on my arm and the callous pace at which he pulled me towards the gatehouse, he showed no signs of physical aggression. I wasn't sure I could handle any more assaults today after how Lawrence had treated me. But Ben would get killed if I told the truth, so I'd rather welcome some physical torment from Leo than tell him the truth. A cold wind picked up as the sky began to darken. Flurries of snow, large and heavy, pelted my face and stung my cheeks. I shut my eyes tight with fear. Leo was probably taking me to the grand hall where everybody waited for us. I was most likely going to get branded. Branding was a harsh, humiliating public punishment where words like traitor, murderer, or slut were written on the forehead or hands. A hot iron was used to do the marking which left scars for life. But most branded criminals didn't really live a long l

~Penny~ "What are you doing?" He asked as I reached for the hem of my dress to wipe my face off his cum. I was sure my eyeliner was running. My lipstick was probably smeared too. I looked up at him in confusion. "That stays on." It was an order. "It's all over my face, it's even on my lashe---" "I don't care," he retorted. "I want everyone to know you are my slut. You will walk with my cum all over your face and body because I told you so." "Oh---" My mouth stayed open in an O while he continued. "You will be my maid, whore, cook, everything I ask you to be until I'm done with you." "Uh, I can't cook---" He was out of the carriage already while the valet opened the door on my side so I could step out as well. I heard him talk to someone, instructing them to be sure to check all the passengers thoroughly before they boarded. The minute my feet touched the ground and I took in the sights and smells, I exclaimed, "A seaport?" I thought we were going to take the train, but a ship

~Penny~Once we were out of Hannah's and everyone else's sight, he spun me around and yanked me off my feet, throwing me over his shoulder. I whimpered at the sudden movement, my pulse racing even more as he stepped into his cabin and tossed me onto his bed. Jerking on the collar of his shirt after unbuttoning it, he lifted it over his head and flung it on the floor, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular arms."Spread your legs." His demanding voice got my blood pumping. My nipples turned hard when his gaze landed between my legs. Crawling onto the bed, he ran his hands over my shaking thighs, his fingers digging in. Pulling my panties to the side, he ran his thumb over my folds before pushing it into my pussy. My cheeks flushed at how wet I was for him."When I'm done with you," he said, his rough voice showing a hint of anger, "this tight pussy will be dripping with my cum. But I promise I won't let you come, no matter how much you beg or cry."I whimpered in protest. Not lettin

~Penny~A deep sense of dread and anxiety took over me as I slowly turned around to face Mr. Rolfe. His scrutinizing gaze seemed to freeze my blood, making my mouth dry and my knees weak and shaky."Pardon me, My Lady, I think the purser was holding five letters addressed to His Grace. Did you by any chance happen to see the fifth one?""Um, letters? For me?" I asked, hiding my sweaty palms behind my back and slowly crumpling the thick paper. The blue envelope I had opened so carefully to glue it back later was still sitting on the wooden railing. I used my body to block it from him."Letters for His Grace, My Lady, did you---""Oh, there they are," I said, quickly throwing the crumpled letter into the water as he turned to look at the approaching guards. "Just when I was wondering if I would ever get a minute away from them to appreciate these gorgeous views, here they are..." I waved my arm at the rolling hills draped in snow, gusty winds howling across them.Feigning my disappointme