The Duchess's Pegged Husband: Femdom Pegging Erotic Degrading Romance

I never expected the title to demand this of me. Trevor stands at my side with that quiet defiance, the small crest on his hip catching candlelight whenever he dares to look away. I want to strip every last scrap of it from him with my voice alone.

The harness waits on the ledgers. My rings tap stone as I order him to turn. He yields because he cannot stop himself, and the shame in his eyes only sharpens the hunger I feel to finish what we both know is coming.

The study door is already closing. Outside, the rival watches. I wonder how much of my husband will remain once I am done.