Page 25 of Desire and Discipline

Just as he hoped, rather than lowering her mouth again, she straddled his hips. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock to help her aim it at the right spot… then she hesitated.

Hell and damnation.

He was so close to the promised land. Perhaps he should not have interrupted her.

“Permission to use my hands, my lady.” He hoped that giving her another option—one that did not involve stopping —would sway her back to the very promising direction she’d been headed in.

Asking permission would remind her that she was in charge.

It would show that he accepted being under her control.

She stared down at him, hand around his cock, the warmth of her pussy so close to the tip. Her breasts swayed as she did, and he could practically see the gears turning in her head as her thoughts tumbled over each other.

Oliver’s breath caught in his throat, waiting for her decision.

Diana

The moment of no return. By Society’s standards, she was already ruined from the moment the Marquess had slammed the door behind him, but now she truly would be.

And she’d hesitated.

The way the Marquess had reacted as she’d moved her mouth up and down his cock had been wildly exciting, the power she had over him intoxicating, but that was a different matter from taking him inside her. Would it hurt? Would he know?

Would he care?

The questions had sprung up in her mind.

And now he was looking up at her, asking to touch her.

One night.

Her resolve returned.

“Yes. Touch me.”

That was all he needed. Immediately, his hands came down, and they did not go for her hips the way she expected but rather for her breasts.

Diana gasped at the feel of his palms cupping them, cradling them, as his thumbs swept over her sensitive nipples.

Her muscles quivered, her thighs aching to lower and fill the emptiness.

Yes.

As his hands squeezed, massaging her breasts, Diana sank down.

She could feel the tip at her entrance.

Feel the stretch.

It burned, adding to the heat in her core.

It also hurt, but in a good way, the way a muscle hurt when it had been unused for too long and finally got to stretch.

She cried out as she let go of his cock and impaled herself completely, shuddering as she took in a deep breath to get past the initial sting.

The sensation of having him fully inside her took her breath away, especially as he groaned, thrusting upward and rubbing his body against hers. It was painful bliss. She sat there, unmoving, trying to get her breath back… trying to adjust to her new reality.

She had a man inside her.

She was no longer a virgin.

In some ways, she felt no different, but in others, her entire life had just changed with a single movement.

Her muscles squeezed, adjusting to their new dimensions.

She shifted atop him, making him groan, rubbing her swollen clit against his groin, which sent a surge of pleasure shooting through her.

The sensation soothed away the last of the sting.

“Please, my lady.” His fingers toyed with her nipples, tugging her forward.

Lost in her haze, Diana went until her lips were hovering over his, his gaze boring into hers.

“Please do not torture me anymore. I will not be able to last long as it is.” His faint smile acknowledged her power over him, and she recognized the warning.

Whether or not she would be able to reach her own climax, she did not know, but she wanted to try.

She also did not want him to realize that her hesitation had been because she’d just divested herself of her virginity, not because she was continuing to torment him. If he had not noticed, that was all the better.

Rising up again, she sucked in a breath at the change in sensation, the raw feeling of him moving inside her.

Thankfully, he was as enamored of the slide of her body over his, and he groaned, closing his eyes and arching his back.

When she sank down on him again, he thrust up into her, melding them together.

She had seen this often enough, she knew what to do, and her body was strong from having learned how to ride a horse.

Her thighs strained as she went up and down atop him, but she could not stop.

The faster she moved, the more her body yearned, working toward a monumental climax.

She could feel herself rising higher and higher as his hands finally released her breasts to move to her bottom, cupping it and assisting her as she ground herself down on his cock.

The orgasm was growing from deep inside her rather than starting in her clit, and she could feel her entire body buzzing and humming from the growing rapture.

The Marquess’ groans filled the air, and every gasp elicited was a delight.

She loved seeing him beneath her, straining, shuddering, knowing she was the one doing that to him. She was the cause of those sounds.

Watching him, feeling him, fueled her own desire. His hands gripped her tighter, his jaw locking against a groan, and she knew he must be close.

So was she.

One of his hands shifted, moving from her bottom so his fingers were splayed against her thigh, his thumb rubbing against her clit.

She cried out as her orgasm swept over her, bursting forth like a tidal wave that crashed along her senses.

The waves of ecstasy pounded through her, carrying her along as he shuddered beneath her, calling her name with a shout.

Her muscles clenched around him as she felt him stiffen inside her, the hot warmth of his seed spilling into her.

They moved together as one until she finally slumped over atop him. Her head tucked into the spot between his shoulder and his chin, and she could feel his damp skin beneath hers as her fingers toyed with the hair on his chest.

“That was lovely,” she said with a happy sigh.

Fingers stroked down her back, and she felt his lips press against the top of her head. She yawned. From excitement to panic to… this. The events of the evening would have exhausted her even if she had not already had a busy day before it.

“Sleep, my lady,” he said, as if he’d read her mind. He did that too often for comfort. “I will take care of everything.”

Rolling off him, Diana smiled as she pulled up the sheets over her.

One night.

But what a night.

Oliver

Getting up from the bed, Oliver could not help but smile down at Diana’s still form. She was already asleep. To him, that was an indication of a job well done.

Turning to take a cloth from beside her wash basin, something caught his eye. Oliver frowned down at the smear of blood on his cock.

What the…