There’s a somewhat rough titty-fuck scene in Keeping Faith by Louise Taylor, which Faith turns out to rather enjoy:

She slept in the duke’s bed, which surprised her. She had assumed that she would return to the beautiful green bedroom and sleep alone. Instead the duke threaded a length of rope through the loops on her wrist cuffs and tied her to the headboard of the bed in the blue room. Once again, he wrapped himself around her as they slept and she woke refreshed and happy in the duke’s strong embrace.

She could feel the duke’s member already pressing against her thigh as she woke and half expected, in her drowsy state, that he would take her in that way, as if they were two spoons in a cutlery drawer. Instead she learned that her body could be used to sate the duke’s desires in a wholly new way. With her on her back, her arms pulled above her head, her breasts provided the duke with amusement. He’d brought clamps in his bag, and watching her squirm and wince as they bit into her nipples pleased him. He kneaded her breasts, holding them in his strong hands and pushing them together to form a valley for his member to push into. He’d needed some lubrication, which he found by straddling her chest and plunging his length into her open mouth. Once suitably slickened, he returned his attention to her breasts and began to thrust between them. His grip on them tightened as his excitement grew and he splattered his seed onto the red marks, already darkening into bruises that his hands had left on her.

Despite the fact that the duke had not allowed her the privilege of her own release, Faith felt a rush of happiness as she watched the duke flop sideways onto the bed, panting heavily. She had been the cause of this man’s reduction from towering mountain of masculinity to boneless puddle of pleasure. It was oddly gratifying to see the effect that she had on him.

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