Page 11 of Desire and Discipline
Joseph
Waking to his wife beside him was much nicer than waking to a bed without her.
He inwardly scolded himself for having denied them both such enjoyment in the past. Married couples do not share a room.
It had been another idea of how things ‘should’ be that he’d tried to follow.
Perhaps because he knew that his darker desires were not what gentlemen were supposed to want.
They were not even the usual perversions of gentlemen of his stature.
Had he been trying to make up for that by rigidly adhering to other customs, even if they were not truly what he wanted?
The thought was lowering, yet it rang true.
Even knowing his own brother and their friends shared rooms had not deterred him because he saw them as different from him.
They did not want the same things he did.
If the ton discovered their proclivities there would be much gossip but no scorn.
If they discovered what Joseph enjoyed… ‘unmanly’ was the least of the attributes they would assign to him.
It was not as though they could see where he was sleeping any more than they could witness his indulgences. And if his perversions were discovered, it was not as though sleeping in a separate room from his wife would save his reputation.
Unfortunately, he was only truly thinking this through now.
Priscilla stirred beside him, squirming in place, then stretching and yawning.
His cock was already hard, as it often was when he first woke, and it throbbed in response to her movements.
The use of her hand last night had not been nearly enough to satiate him…
it was like having a craving but only having a lesser substitute at hand. It helped, but it did not satisfy.
“Good morning,” he murmured, a little hesitantly, wondering what else might have changed between them overnight. What she might think in the light of day.
Her gaze met his and brightened with happiness at seeing him, sending another pang of regret through him for always leaving her bed. If he had stayed previously, would he have seen her look at him this way then?
“Good morning.” She blinked. Looked around. Realized they were in his room rather than hers. Remembered. He could see it in her expression, the moment she shuttered her emotions away, the open joy disappearing in the blink of an eye. It made his chest ache.
“I am sorry.” He had already said it, but it bore repeating.
Especially with the new revelations he’d had this morning.
He was sorry for even more than he had been the prior evening.
Sorry for lying to her. Sorry for denying them the pleasure of sleeping through the night together because of a desire to cling to social strictures as if to make up for his defiance of others.
“I never wanted to hurt you. Everything I did was to keep from hurting you.”
“I understand that, but…” Priscilla rolled onto her back, away from him, though still within his arms. She stared up at the ceiling for a long moment before letting her head loll back, so she could meet his gaze again. “I would rather be hurt by something you tell me than something you do not.”
“I apologize. Again. I will not make the same mistake twice.”
He meant it. Seeing her hurt last night had been like a knife to the chest… and he would have rather had the knife. It was an easy promise to make since he had no more secrets to hide. He’d been completely open with her about every other aspect of his life.
She studied his expression for a moment, as though she was trying to decide whether or not he was sincere, then nodded her head.
“I believe you. Thank you.” Her lips curved in a small, rueful smile. “I also need to apologize… I should have asked you about your experiences with the Society and what you did there.”
“I probably would not have told you,” he admitted.
“Yes, but then you would have been completely culpable, and I would have been entirely in the right,” she teased.
The ache in his chest eased some more, then loosened entirely as she rolled back toward him, not stopping when she reached his side but pushing him onto his back and straddling his groin.
His eyebrows rose along with his hands as they fell to her waist, holding her in position atop his cock, which had gone from half-hard to fully erect.
He wanted to point out that, as the husband, it was his role to take the lead, which made him completely culpable already…
but that was not their way. Besides, as already evidenced, he’d done a terrible job of taking the lead.
From now on, they would walk as equals outside the bedroom, like their friends and family, and within it, he would follow her direction.
Reaching down to grab the hem of her nightrail, Priscilla pulled it over her head, and dropped the silky garment off to the side.
“Touch me,” she demanded, leaning froward and squirming atop his cock. The underside of it pressed against her wet folds, making him groan and thrust, sliding through the length of her folds. It felt so good and not just physically.
After last night, he craved the intimate connection, the feeling of being inside her, of being connected to her. Feeling her rocking atop him was so close to what he truly wanted.
His hands slid up to cup her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples.
Moaning, she leaned forward, seemingly as eager as he was to reestablish their rapport.
Their lips met, her body shifting atop his to press his cock to the opening of her pussy, then she sank down on him with an almost desperate urgency.
Groaning against her mouth, he canted his hips upward, thrusting into her as best he could from beneath, thankful that this time, she was allowing him to touch her as much as he wished.
He massaged her breasts, caressing and stroking, teasing her nipples, as she began to move up and down atop him, riding him as his hips thrust his cock up into her.
Priscilla
Pressing her hands to her husband’s chest as she rode him, she arched her back to give him better access to her breasts as she pulled away from their kiss.
This was the first time they’d ever awoken in the same bed, and his presence at her side had gone a long way to assuage the lingering hurt from the night before.
Especially because he had not pulled away this morning…
if anything, he’d clearly wanted to hold her closer.
She’d wanted him closer as well.
As close as she could get him.
Which was how she’d ended up taking charge and taking what she wanted from him.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, leaning back to fully seat herself upon his cock, her inner muscles quivering as she clenched around him. It felt good. Right. She rocked, rubbing her sensitive lips and pearl against his hard body, shuddering as his fingers pinched her nipples in exactly the way she liked.
“Priscilla…” He groaned her name in the way he did when he was getting close to culmination.
Thankfully, she was not far off. Rather than slowing down, as she sometimes did when they were making love, she began to rise and fall upon his cock harder and faster.
He let out a strangled gasp, his hands closing around her breasts to squeeze with delicious fervor before falling to her hips, where he could dig his fingers in and try to control some of her movements.
Priscilla was not going to be denied. Her own climax was buzzing in her center, the heat and need tightening like a winding spool until it exploded like fireworks inside her.
She cried out, throwing her head back and giving over to the sensations with abandon.
Rubbing her sensitive bits against him, she clenched and spasmed around his cock.
Beneath her, Joseph writhed with his own passion, thrusting up hard, his fingers digging into her hips as he attempted to hold her still atop him.
His cry of ecstasy joined hers as he began to throb inside her, shuddering beneath her with erotic rapture.
She ground down on him, rubbing until they were both left gasping and quivering, then she slumped down.
Every part of her felt deliciously sensitive, pulsing, even as he shrank inside her.
His fingers stroked up and down her back as their racing hearts and rapid breathing slowed, returning to normal.
She could hear his heartbeat where her ear was pressed against his chest, the warmth of his body against hers a soft balm against the doubts that still niggled at her.
A knock at the door reminded them the outside world still existed.
“Do not come in!” Joseph’s shout was half-strangled as the door began to open, and Priscilla started giggling as he yanked the sheets up. There was a surprised exclamation from his valet, who swiftly shut the door with a loud bang.
The poor man. He was going to need to get used to a new way of doing things because Priscilla did not intend to sleep apart from her husband again.
Unless, perhaps, she was very mad at him.
Joseph slumped beneath her again, his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.
“You will have to tell Carver that he must wait for approval before entering in the mornings from now on,” she said, laughing.
She was unbothered. At most, the man might have gotten a glimpse of her bottom, but from the disgruntled expression on Joseph’s face, he was less than pleased. “It is our own fault.”
Huffing a sigh, her husband relaxed his hold on her.
“I will speak to him this morning.” He looked up at her a bit hesitantly. “Ah… what are your plans for the day?”
“Tea with Lady Cross, of course.” She was bursting with questions, and she had been invited. Hopefully, the lady would be at-home, but if not, Priscilla would leave her card.
Consternation flickered in Joseph’s eyes.
“Are you sure…” He stumbled over his words, hesitating.
“I want to speak with her,” Priscilla said firmly. “I have questions that I believe only a woman of her caliber can answer.”
Questions. Doubts. Concerns. Last night had gone swimmingly, but what about next time? Catherine had hinted at punishments that went beyond the physical, and Priscilla had figured some out on her own, but there must be more. There was so much she did not know.
She did not want to accidentally harm Joseph.
Nor did she want to leave him unfulfilled.
Or herself unsatisfied. Lady Greywood’s demonstration had shown her quite a bit, including things she was not personally interested in, but it had become very clear that there were many pleasures—and punishments—one could indulge in that she would never have imagined on her own.
What else was there that she might not know?
That she might miss without some sort of guide?
Despite her conflicted feelings about Catherine, the lady had been very helpful last night, as well as reassuring.
Yes, there were still some small feelings of jealousy niggling at Priscilla, but she could overcome those for the sake of knowledge.
Also, hopefully, the more she knew about what they had done together, the less jealous she would feel.
What Catherine had revealed last night had eased most of that particular emotion. Perhaps knowing more would clear out the last of it.
“I see. I certainly will not stop you. I just want you to know that she never meant anything to me beyond a friendly acquaintance I could rely on to help me through… things.” Joseph faltered again at the end, but Priscilla understood.
Especially as she’d already been reassured that their relationship had never included bedding.
Joseph, despite everything, had done his best to remain faithful to his marriage, which quite a few of the members of the Society clearly did not. Not just within the Society of Sin, either. For too many in their social set, keeping a faithful marriage was rare.
It was their friends and family who had been the exceptions. Priscilla had thought they were part of that—and in the main, they were. Now, they would fully be. Once she learned what she needed to in order to fulfill Joseph’s desires… and her own.