The Duke Wants Her Curves: Taboo Historical BBW Forbidden Erotic Rubenesque Romance Read Free

honestly.
    ‘Absolutely not.’
    ‘Good. Good girl.’ The doctor, I thought, started to breathe a little more heavily. ‘Now Briony, I’m going to ask you disrobe, and lie down on the bed. I would like to remind you that I am a medical professional, and that what happens between the two of us has been directly sanctioned by the Duke, your husband to be, and by your uncle, your legal guardian.’
    Disrobe? Did he mean that I had to make myself naked in front of him?
    ‘You mean…’
    ‘Yes dear, take your clothes off, and get up on the bed. I’m going to examine a few parts of your body, and then have a check between your legs for any, shall we say, breakages. I can turn away while you disrobe if you’d prefer? Feel free to cover yourself with a sheet when you’re on the bed, as well, to spare your modesty.’
    I nodded, and when I was sure that the doctor was looking away, I carefully pulled off my smock, skirt, undergarments and stockings. Then, I slipped between the coarse cotton sheets of my bed. It was cold in the room, and my skin puckered with little goosebumps. I could feel my nipples tightening and hardening, and the loose flesh of my thighs shivering with the chill.
    The doctor approached the bed and, with a cautious little noise, slipped his hand under the sheet. The first time I felt his touch, he found my shoulder. I thought for a moment that it was almost as though he was blindfolded, fumbling around in the dark. His hand felt coarse and warm, and I was, in a way, glad of its heat on my body. He moved over my shoulder and my clavicle, before, to my horror, finding his way to my breast. I felt him squeeze my left bosom gently, and then, the right, in turn. The flesh of my breast tightened as he gripped and then relaxed heavily down as he let go. I shut my eyes involuntarily.
    ‘Excellent, excellent,’ he said, making very odd, quiet grunting sounds as he manoeuvred his hand over my body. ‘The Duke will be very pleased, I’m sure,’ he said, before tracing his fingers across my left nipple. It was an odd sensation, almost like being tickled, but it was shot through with intense pleasure, as well as discomfort. To my utter surprise, I found the my secret part, that sweet place between my legs, had started to throb. His hand continued to fumble around under the sheet, squeezing the muscle of my arm, feeling the flat flesh of my belly, then, gently stroking the smooth skin of my thigh.
    Suddenly, I felt something most peculiar; a wetness, a sort of slick, seeping sensation had started to blossom from my private area. I’d explored my body a few times in the past by myself, stroking certain parts of me, and pushing fingers into places that were warm and wet, but I’d never coaxed this much fluid from myself alone. It was positively gushing from me! I held back the urge to cover myself with my hands, and felt extremely lucky to have the sheet over me. But the doctor’s hands crept further and further towards my kitty, sweeping gently over my skin, making me want to squirm and cry out.
    ‘You have such firm young flesh, Briony, and so ample of form’ said the doctor, ‘the Duke will be most pleased, I’m sure, most pleased indeed. Now we just have a brief internal examination, if you don’t mind.’ I felt his fingertips rest on the hairy mound just above my entrance, as if asking permission to proceed. I suddenly realised that I did want him to touch me there, I wanted anything to touch me there, jsut to relieve the unquenchable desire that had been ignited in me. I nodded, eager for him to do what he was about to.
    Slowly, his fingers walked down the lips of my kitty, and then, he pulled away.
    ‘Briony, you’re,’ he looked up at my, ‘you’re positively soaking down here. Did you know that?’ Again, I nodded, the power of speech seeming to have momentarily abandoned me.
    ‘Well, that’s awful sinful of you. Did my touch ignite passion in you, my dear?’ I nodded, a sort of desperate