Page 24 of Desire and Discipline

Diana

Turning in the Marquess’ arms, she reached up to bring his lips down to hers.

Now that she had made her decision, she felt utterly brazen.

Though she lacked personal experience, she’d watched enough couples at the Society of Sin to know what she wanted.

She had her own personal fantasies, and if he was insistent on seducing her, she was going to try the things she wanted.

Well… not everything. There were things she would like to do that one needed certain equipment for, but they could do everything else. Everything she could do for her first time with a man, so that it was exactly the way she wanted it. How many ladies were able to say that?

Very few that she knew of.

And she’d overheard quite a bit.

The Marquess’ lips on hers were like a brand, his tongue sweeping into her mouth ruthlessly.

Diana kissed him back just as passionately, though perhaps not as expertly.

She had been kissed before, but not quite so thoroughly.

Not with such fervor. And certainly not with the man’s hands traveling up and down her spine, caressing her flesh and curving over her bottom to squeeze and pull her more firmly against him.

Oh, heavens.

She might be in over her head.

No… no ‘might’ about it. She was definitely in over her head. She had jumped in like an utter ninny, and now it was too late to pull back. Even if he let her, she already knew she’d regret it forever. She just hoped she did not regret giving in in the same way.

Passion spiraled up inside her. Given permission to touch each other, knowing this was the only night, lent desperation to her movements.

She’d touched him before, of course, while tending to his wound, but the difference between then and now was even more than the difference between seeing him shirtless under her care and tonight when he’d stripped down to be flogged.

The heat filling her body was a blaze that was not going to be extinguished without him. She had never felt like this before.

Fabric tore as they pulled and tugged each other’s clothing.

His hands on her bare skin was a thrill like none other.

She was awash in sensation, drowning in the pleasure, yet knew they’d barely gotten started.

Having him under her skirts had been naught but a tease by comparison as they touched and caressed each other now.

His skin was so smooth, except where he was hairy, and the bristles rubbed against all her sensitive parts in a manner that was wildly arousing. Diana was not used to such stimulation. Or having every part of herself touched and caressed.

She pushed him, partly to get herself some breathing space and partly because she wanted him on the bed.

If he did not slow down, she was going to burst…

and that was not part of her plan for the evening.

She wanted to take her time, so she could remember everything in detail.

Already, their earlier encounter felt like a blur—she did not want to risk forgetting any moment of this.

The Marquess fell back onto the bed, a wicked grin on his face that made her whole body flush. Well, she would have flushed if she were not already so heated.

The thick stalk of his cock lay against his body. This was the first time she had seen him unclothed from the waist down, and it was worth taking the time to admire. To memorize. He was a beautiful specimen of the male form, and she had plenty of comparisons to go by.

“What now, my lady?” he asked, clearly amused by the situation. The satisfied smirk on his lips was as infuriating as it was appealing.

She knew very well that some of what she enjoyed about their relationship was that it was always a battle to the top—one she liked winning over and over again.

“Lie back and hold on to the headboard,” she said with no hesitation. She wanted to see him spread out before her like a meal, and having his hands occupied meant he could not be touching her.

But she could touch him as much as she wanted.

Still smirking, he lay back and did as she said, his muscles flexing with his movements, which gave her further opportunity to drink in the sight of him.

The salt and pepper of the hair on his head continued all the way down his body.

He had a sprinkling of hair across his chest that ran down the center of his stomach, leading straight to his cock.

A shiny bit of fluid was balanced precariously on the tip of the fat mushroom head, and Diana’s mouth watered at the sight. She had always wondered what a man would taste like ever since she’d realized that some people used their mouths in entirely indecent manners.

She wanted to use her mouth in an indecent manner. On him. Like he had on her.

Diana crawled onto the bed, savoring the way he looked at her. His eyes devoured her, the way his mouth had, the way she was doing to him.

“Do not let go of the headboard,” she ordered, though she was not entirely sure what she would do if he did. She did not have a flogger here. Though she could use her hand, she preferred an implement.

“Of course, my lady. Do with me what you will. Use me for your pleasure.” He grinned at her, his hungry eyes blazing with his desire.

Well, if he agreed to keep his hands where they were, she could probably trust that. Eventually, she would let him touch her, but not until she was ready to lose control. She had very specific ideas of what she wanted to do.

Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, she was surprised at how warm and soft it was.

The skin was soft against her palm and fingers, though, of course, the stalk itself was stiffly firm.

The Marquess groaned, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips up as she touched him, pulling his cock upward so that it was pointed at the ceiling.

More fluid leaked from the lip, droplets decorating the dark-red head, and Diana leaned down to flick her tongue over them.

Salty and sweet, the flavor burst on her tongue.

She was not sure she liked it.

“My lady teases me.” His eyes were open again and on her. “More, please, my lady.”

Well, it had not tasted so bad, especially when he looked at her like that. Diana lowered her head, pressing her lips to the soft, spongy tip, then opening her mouth to take him within. His answering groan sent a wave of hot arousal through as the realization of the power she had over him surged.

Oliver

Bloody hell. Diana was a torment and a revelation.

Her headboard creaked as his fingers tightened on the wooden spindles.

This bed was not nearly as sturdy as his own.

It was too late to transfer their activities to his rooms, not wanting to give her an opportunity for second thoughts.

Not while he finally had her right where he wanted her—in bed, torturing him.

Her dark hair was still pulled back so that he could see her face and her body, her breasts hanging low beneath her.

The thatch of curls at the juncture of her thighs was finally visible.

He would like to explore that more, but he did not know if that would be allowed.

She was all pinks and creams, her pale skin the same hue all over and untouched by the sun—she was very careful with her parasol and gloves when she went out of doors.

The pink tips of her breasts were tightly budded, tempting berries begging to be nipped.

He could only hope he would eventually be given the chance.

“Fuck!” His hips thrust upward as she took him into the warm, wet heat of her mouth, and he groaned, shuddering at the incredible sensation. Her tongue swirled around the head, exploring, questing, and eliciting the most incredible pleasure.

It had been so long since he’d been with a woman…

He’d been too busy for a mistress, much less a lover, and he had never been the trusting sort.

Many men had spilled secrets they should not have over the pillow, as if their brains turned off the moment they spilled their seed.

Oliver had not been tempted to risk such a thing before, but Diana had already shown herself capable of keeping the family’s secrets.

Lifting her mouth from his cock, she began to lick up and down, her hand still firmly wrapped around the base. Her other hand moved over his thigh, coming to cradle his sack. Every movement was slow, exploratory, as though she was memorizing every centimeter of him.

Shuddering, he gasped and groaned as she toyed with him, taking her time in the most torturous way possible.

Despite the length of time he’d gone without a woman’s touch, his completion remained far out of reach as she licked and suckled and savored.

It was as if she was being deliberately, maddeningly random, to drive him absolutely wild while not allowing him to even near climax.

“You’re killing me, my lady.” That was as close a complaint as he could force himself to make. He was not sure how much longer he was going to be able to withstand the sensual torture without reaching for her if she did not advance their progress soon.

Though he was curious what she would do if he disobeyed her order, he did not want to do so without very good reason. He wanted to show her that he could obey. That he respected her commands. That he could be trusted.

Otherwise, he did not have a hope of convincing her to stay after tonight.

Her low chuckle rumbled vibrations through his cock, making him groan and thrust into her mouth again. The firm grasp she had on the root pushed his hips back down, so he could not surge up as much as he wanted, adding to the agonizing ecstasy he was experiencing.

The warm heat of her mouth lifted, which was both a regret and a hope—her mouth was not where he wanted to spend.

“Ah, well, we would not want that after all I did to get you back to full health,” she teased.