Page 15 of Desire and Discipline

Joseph

Knees on the trunk at the foot of his bed, elbows braced against the bed itself, Joseph groaned as the hard rubber of the dilator moved back and forth inside him.

The initial sting gave way to pleasure as he was stretched open, his erect cock bobbing beneath him, the sensitive tip rubbing against the mattress and sending waves of arousal flaring through him.

It was not the first time Priscilla had used the dilators on him. She’d been working both of them up to this moment for weeks now. Every time it felt like an invasion, a perverse decadence, something so wrong he could not help but respond with shocking arousal.

The last time she’d done this, she’d had him lie on his back and mounted him facing away from him, so she could hold the dilator in place within him while she rode him. His culmination had been explosive.

Now, she had an entirely different finish in mind, and he was both excited and apprehensive.

“Good boy,” she murmured, one hand on his lower back and the other pushing the dilator in deeper and twisting.

The special oil they’d ordered from the Earl of Spencer kept the hard rubber slick so she could easily move it inside him.

His muscles spasmed around the intruder as he shuddered with growing need.

“I think you’re ready for the next one.”

The second to largest one. There were four, but the fourth was as thick and long as the dildo currently connected to Priscilla’s hips by a complex system of straps.

She had already told him she wanted him to feel the leather cock stretching him rather than the dilator.

Even the thought made him quiver and pant, especially as she moved the dilator even more firmly inside him, pushing it in and out like a small cock.

When she eased it away and replaced it with the next size up, Joseph groaned.

It stung as it pushed inside him, stretching his tight ring wider, going deeper than the previous dilator, and it felt so good, too.

He was no longer hesitant about embracing what his wife did to him. He loved every moment of it.

Well, except for the times she disciplined him, and he loved that in a manner, too, just not in the same way.

“Oh God… Priscilla…” He groaned as the thick dilator pushed in deep, giving him the most delicious feeling of fullness.

“That feels…” He did not have the words to describe it.

Then he cried out again as she pumped the dilator harder, spinning it round inside him and igniting a thousand pleasures.

His balls tightened, and he panted as it brushed up against a spot deep within him that sent an electric current running through his veins.

It made him feel weak and vulnerable and so damn good, he thought he might come right then and there…

As if sensing his thoughts, Priscilla’s hand slid away from the top of his back and moved beneath him to squeeze his balls.

Joseph groaned as his orgasm slipped away.

It hurt so damn good, but not in the right way—her firm grip and tug, the little twist, all made his dick throb, but it also pulled him away from his climax.

“Bloody hell.” He could barely catch his breath as the sensations coursed through him, assaulting him from every side.

The dilator moved within him as Priscilla pulled on his sack again, and if he wasn’t already braced against the bed, he would have fallen over.

His muscles trembled, even with the support.

“Are you ready?” she asked, working the dilator firmly in and out of him, sending shuddering sensations up his spine.

“Yes, my Lady. Please.” The plea was heartfelt and ragged, his body throbbing from the sensations.

He’d never let any previous lover do this to him. Would have never been secure enough in himself to allow them, but over the past few months, he and Priscilla had explored and pushed at his boundaries. Once he’d truly accepted himself, he’d been able to let go and enjoy every moment of it.

And this was something she wanted to do.

It was something he could give her, akin to what she gave him on their wedding night.

The dilator slid away from him, and Joseph groaned at the sensation—the sudden feeling of emptiness, the apprehension of what was to come.

He did not have long to wait. The oiled tip of the leather dildo pressed against his opening, stretching him wide as it began to push in.

He cried out, panting for breath as the empty space was filled.

The tight ring of his entrance stung, burning with the sensation as it was forced wider than ever before, his body struggling to adjust despite the preparation.

“Oh, my…” Priscilla whispered behind him, and his body throbbed.

The sheer admiration and enjoyment in her voice made him even hotter. Made it easier to bear the slight cramp as she slid deeper into his bowels.

When she began to pull back, he could feel his channel spasming from the strange sensation, then she pushed back in, deeper this time, and he cried out again.

It hurt. It delighted. It was a chaotic symphony of pleasure and pain, exquisite agony rasping against his senses and leaving him shuddering.

The intensity of it deflated his cock slightly but not for long.

As Priscilla rubbed up against him, the leather harness pressing against his buttocks.

The dildo hit that spot deep inside him, and Joseph groaned again as his cock returned to full mast. He was throbbing inside and out, his need pulsing through him along with the rising ecstasy.

“My Lady… bloody hell…” He could not find the words.

Her soft gasps and moans as she began to work the dildo in and out of him increased his ardor, every thrust of the fake cock sending him higher.

Priscilla

This was more than wicked… there was not a word for it.

Priscilla had been fascinated by the harnesses she witnessed being used at the Society. The idea of taking Joseph with one, of entering him the same way he entered her, had become an obsession. Now, it was no longer fantasy—it was reality.

The thick brown leather was stuffed to firmness, jutting out in front of her just like a cock.

The ring of Joseph’s entrance was stretched so tightly around it, the normally crinkled skin was smooth and whiter than the skin around it.

Every gasp, every moan, every cry from his mouth made her pussy clench around the toy that was inside her.

The harness had been designed for both their pleasure.

She was filled as well, her swollen pearl rubbing against a bit of leather that stimulated her with every thrust into her husband’s body.

The power she felt as she moved, as she pulled guttural noises from his lips, as he came apart in front of her, was inexpressible.

Her breasts swayed as she kept one hand on his back to brace herself, the other coming up to pinch her already hard nipples, giving the aching buds what they craved.

Priscilla moaned as well, from physical pleasure as well as the sheer fascination with watching her ‘cock’ slickly moving in and out of Joseph’s rear entrance.

His back arched, his body moving back toward her, impaling himself even as she thrust forward, and he cried out again, this time in sheer pleasure. Slick wetness dripped over the leather of the harness, coating it with her arousal, and she knew she was as close to culmination as he was.

Letting her hand drop to hold on to his hips, mimicking the way he did when he rode her from behind, she curved her fingers around him and began thrusting harder and faster.

Her muscles burned, but so did her pussy and her clit as her need rose higher and higher, accompanied by Joseph’s gasps and cries as she forcefully thrust into him over and over.

His upper body dropped, his head now resting on his hands in front of him, as if he could not hold himself up any longer.

Priscilla’s muscles clenched and shuddered around the faux cock within her, leaving her gasping as she rubbed herself against the harness, burying the dildo in Joseph.

“Priscilla!” He choked out her name on a hoarse cry, and she felt him quivering beneath her.

Leaning forward, her own body buzzing with ecstasy, she moved her hand to his cock, wrapping her fingers around it.

Feeling him pulsing in her hand as he began to come, her clit rubbed against the harness, sending her over the edge as she gasped and gripped him through their mutual rapture.

The experience left both of them breathless and satiated, and clean up took much longer than normal, but it was well worth the effort.

Afterward, curled around each other in their bed—as they now shared what had previously been Joseph’s domain, Priscilla had not slept in her own bed since the first night she’d joined him in his—Priscilla stroked the wiry hair on his chest while he toyed with one of her curls.

“I love you,” she whispered into the darkness, snuggling up closer to him.

He shifted, moving his leg over hers and curling it around them, pulling her firmly against him.

“I love you, my Lady. Forever and always.”

Her lips curved in a smile as her eyelashes fluttered. She could never have anticipated this was where they would be when she accepted his proposal of marriage nor on their wedding night. When she’d married him, she’d known it was the right choice; she just had not known how right.

For the first time in her life, she felt completely and utterly fulfilled. She was no longer the boring and somewhat pitiable Miss Bliss. She was finally who she was meant to be.