Page 2 of Desire and Discipline

Priscilla

Removing her nightrail completely, Priscilla hesitantly moved into position above Joseph’s mouth, one knee on either side of his head.

She felt awkward and vulnerable in such an intimate position, with all her most private parts displayed so vulgarly, but the expression on his face helped soothe her fears. He appeared overjoyed.

“Grip the headboard,” he suggested when her hands fluttered about because she didn’t know what to do with them. Her hands settled on the wood while he moved his up and down the backs of her thighs before cupping her bottom and bringing her forward and down to meet his mouth.

Priscilla gasped as his tongue parted her netherlips, delving between them and sending her passion soaring higher from his touch.

Though this was not the first time he’d used his tongue on her in such a manner, the position changed both the sensations and her emotions.

She felt oddly… powerful. The awkwardness disappeared, her insecurity fluttering away as she moved her hips against his lips and tongue, moaning while he eagerly feasted on her sensitive flesh.

It was heavenly sin, stoking the fires of her passion as his tongue flicked against the swollen nub of pleasure that made her cry out every time.

She no longer felt like boring Miss Bliss, always watching her tongue, always a vapid smile on her lips, always doing her best to be perfectly pleasant and amiable.

No, now she was Priscilla Stuart, a married lady riding her husband’s face while she made whatever sounds she wanted, and no one stifled her voice.

“Oh yes… Joseph… more… there… Right there, like that… oh yes…” Her encouragement redoubled his efforts, ecstasy rolling through her with every stroke of his tongue as he touched her exactly how she wanted him to. “Enough!”

Gasping, Priscilla pulled away, pushing her trembling thighs upward.

If he finished her now, she wouldn’t have the strength to ride him, and that was what she truly wanted to do.

To feel him inside her, his body heaving beneath hers, thrusting up into her.

It was her favorite position, though she didn’t dislike any of them.

But being astride his face made her want to repeat it on his manhood.

Panting, Joseph looked up at her, his eyes blazing with his arousal.

“What does my Lady need?” he asked, running his hands over her thighs again.

“This,” she answered as she moved down his body, almost back into the position she had been before, except she did not sit on the length of his erection. Instead, she gripped it in her hand, squeezing tightly, and he groaned, closing his eyes, his hips thrusting upward.

This was the other reason she loved this position.

Just as she had a moment ago, she always felt more confident, more secure in this position.

She hadn’t the first time he’d put her atop him.

She’d felt on display, nervous about doing something wrong…

Now, she knew what she was doing and loved making him go wild for her, watching his reactions as she did whatever she wanted.

Joseph was the only person in her life who had ever let her do whatever she wanted.

And while that allowance was confined behind the closed doors of her bedroom, it was something she cherished about him because not many husbands among the ton were so lenient.

In fact, her friends all spoke of their husbands spanking them for discipline, and they all claimed to enjoy it.

Priscilla was a bit curious, but she far preferred this. She did not want to be punished.

She wanted to bend over Joseph’s body, her breasts hanging above his lips, and feel him suckle her nipples.

She wanted to move slowly at first, riding him as though he was a horse, beginning with a walk and picking up the pace to a trot while he groaned and writhed beneath her.

She wanted to touch every part of his body, exploring him and finding what he liked—and what he didn’t.

He liked his nipples touched and played with and her fingers moving through the hair on his chest. He liked her nails digging into his shoulders. He liked it when she seated herself fully atop him and rocked her hips, rubbing herself against his body while he was embedded inside her.

Leaning back, Priscilla did so now, moaning with her pleasure as her pearl rubbed against the hard planes of his body.

“Priss!” Joseph grabbed hold of her hips and shuddered beneath her as his fingers dug into her curves.

“No… grab the headboard,” she said suddenly.

He’d given her the idea, but she wanted to see it.

There was a pause as he opened his eyes, looking at her with surprise writ clear across his expression.

Priscilla blushed. She was about to tell him never mind when he suddenly released her hips and reached up to grip the headboard.

He truly was letting her do whatever she wanted to him, and the euphoria that rose up inside her nearly brought her to climax with no other stimulation.

But she wasn’t ready yet. She didn’t want to yet.

Sitting back to keep her swollen pearl from sending her over the edge too quickly, she began to move up and down on him again.

A sudden burst of inspiration had her reaching behind herself with one hand, her other resting on his lower stomach, and she found the sensitive sack that hung below his manhood.

He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around it, the wood on the headboard creaking.

“Bloody hell, Priss!”

She’d never made him curse before.

The position made it hard for her to move up and down, but she did the best she could, experimenting with his sack as she did so.

She squeezed it, rolling the little balls inside between her fingers while Joseph cried out.

When she pulled it, he closed his eyes, his hips surging up to thrust into her from below.

As if he could no longer help himself, Joseph let go of the headboard, grabbing hold of her hips again and rocking her atop him.

She released his sack immediately, moaning as she felt him moving inside her.

The time for holding back was over. Priscilla leaned forward, grinding down on him, her inner muscles clenching and squeezing the thick shaft as it moved within her.

“Joseph…” She gasped out his name as she convulsed, clamping down on him, ecstasy shuddering through her while he held her in place.

The grip of her body set off his own climax, as it often did.

He groaned, thrusting up hard and burying himself completely inside her while she rocked through each wave of her pleasure.

Utterly spent, she slumped, her upper body collapsing atop him as the last spurts of his climax splashed inside her. That had been… amazing.

Joseph

Stroking his wife’s back while she lay on him, her plush breasts pillowed against his chest, Joseph resisted the urge to flee. He wasn’t sure what was driving it. Yes, Priscilla had been far more forward than she normally was, but he’d liked that.

No.

He’d loved it.

But there was also a part of him that was extremely uncomfortable with seeing her in such a light.

She was his wife, after all.

A delicate lady from a respectable family, she’d been a complete innocent on their wedding night. And now…

Were his secret perversions changing her? He’d done his best to keep her from them, but he couldn’t help his dark desires.

When he’d moved his hands from the headboard, there had been a part of him that wanted her to immediately chide him, to punish him for his audacity, not to ride him to climax. But that wasn’t who Priscilla was. That was something she could never be.

True, when he visited the Society of Sin, the secret club for the kind of dark debauchery he craved, there were ladies of ton who participated, but they were all older ladies, not recent debutantes. Ladies whose husbands neglected their needs.

And a few couples.

Very few. His brother and sister-in-law were among them, as were his cousin and her husband, though he tried very hard to avoid Evie and Anthony at those gatherings. And not just because he had no desire to see Evie in any state of undress.

Ever since his cousin and her friends had caught him at a gathering coming out of a room with Lady Cross, they’d been upset with him.

Evie had even demanded he tell Priscilla.

As if doing so wouldn’t hurt her horribly.

Wives weren’t supposed to know about a husband’s activities on the side.

They were protected from any such knowledge unless the husband was a total cad.

Discretion was the name of the game.

Besides, it wasn’t as though Lady Cross was actually his mistress.

She had never even been his lover. When he’d begun courting Priscilla, he’d ended his previous arrangement with Mrs. White out of respect.

But he’d had needs, so he’d taken up with Lady Cross, who was perfectly willing to fulfill his cravings without becoming his lover.

Not once had their lips or hands touched each other, and he meant to keep it that way.

Even though it meant foregoing some of the pleasures he’d enjoyed prior to his marriage…

that was part of being married. He could not have everything.

For a while, he’d been terrified his cousin would tell Priscilla, the way she’d threatened, but she’d been distracted by numerous events—including catching a traitor and her own wedding—and it had never come to fruition.

It probably did not hurt that Joseph had not attended a Society of Sin gathering since Evie had caught him.

But he was going to need to soon. He could feel it.

“That was lovely,” Priscilla sighed, bringing him back to the moment at hand.

“It was,” he agreed. Lovely and somehow disturbing. Perhaps only because it had brought disturbing fantasies within himself.

He could never ask Priscilla to treat him as Lady Cross did.

Certainly not as Mrs. White had. Proper wives would do no such things, and Priscilla was always proper.

Thinking of them while Priscilla lay atop him felt like a betrayal and he did his best to force his thoughts away, but this interlude with Priscilla had only increased his cravings.

The desires coursing through him had nothing to do with sex or love, but they were closely connected and becoming impossible to ignore.

The urge to get away from Priscilla grew along with his guilt because it felt so wrong to be thinking of what he needed from Lady Cross while he was still with his wife.

He pressed a kiss to Priscilla’s forehead, moving so she rolled off him.

Sighing happily, she snuggled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. It made his skin itch.

Not because he didn’t want to be curled up with her, but because he couldn’t stop the guilt that welled up as he thought about the needs he couldn’t fulfill with her.

But he made himself stay put. That was his punishment, his cross to bear, and he did not want to hurt her by leaving her bed too soon. He remained there, stroking her hair, holding her against him until she drifted off to sleep.

Only then did he get up, collect his dressing gown, blow out the candles, and return to his own room.

There was another Society of Sin event coming up.

He would need to attend it. Then he would be able to satisfy his desires and return to Priscilla’s bed without the depraved fantasies, without the urges she could not fulfill, and be a proper husband to her again.

At least for a while.