Page 30 of Desire and Discipline

She flicked her wrist, and the crop smacked against his shaft on the other side.

Oliver groaned again, going up on his toes as the pain slightly overrode the pleasure. The movement made it look as though he was thrusting his hips forward, asking for more.

“Bloody hell, my lady. If you beat my cock, how am I supposed to satisfy you with it?” His question was answered with a chuckle as the leather flap on the crop swept up his length and tapped against the sensitive tip.

Oliver sucked in a breath, waiting on pins and needles to find out if she was going to use more force on that tender part.

“You still look perfectly capable to me,” she retorted teasingly, running the leather over the head of his dick. The slick fluid leaking from the tip was spread over his sensitive mushroom, making him shudder, his eyes half-closing as pleasure surged, overriding any lingering sting.

Then, it disappeared before snapping against the tip again.

Bloody hell!

He panted through the pain, which was somewhat soothed by the hand suddenly wrapped around his shaft as Diana pressed up against him.

As soon as he had enough control over himself, still holding onto the post, he glared down at her as her breasts brushed against him.

The thin fabric of her chemise was not enough to hide the hardness of her nipples as they rubbed against his chest.

“Was that really necessary?” he asked grumpily.

Her hand tightened around his shaft almost painfully, her thumb sweeping over the sensitive head she’d just abused.

“Was trying to trap me into marriage really necessary?” she countered.

“You were about to run. I would say yes.”

She laughed softly, going up on her tiptoes to brush her lips over his.

“Then so was this.” She smiled at him serenely, completely unperturbed, as his glare grew harder. “I’m not running now.”

His heart pounded in his chest. Was she saying what he thought she was?

Her hand moved, stroking him, as if to emphasize the fact she was not running. Retreat was clearly the last thing on her mind.

“My Lady.” This was not the right moment, was it? On the other hand, it seemed as though she was encouraging him. It was surely an improvement upon not asking her at all. “Will you marry me?”

For a moment, she did not answer, though she continued smiling at him, her hand still moving on his cock, leaving him hanging from the post on her whim.

Sadistic woman.

“Yes.”

He was so caught up in thinking she was not going to answer, distracted by the sensation of her hand moving along his length, it took him a moment to register what she’d actually said.

“Yes?” Part of him could not believe he’d heard correctly.

She laughed, giving his cock another hard stroke, as if that was going to do anything but discombobulate him further.

“Yes.” She went back up on her toes for another kiss.

Unable to hold back any longer as emotions surged through him, he brought his arms down around her, pulling her tightly against him. Their kiss deepened as he swung her around toward the bed, and he could feel her laughing at his reaction, but he did not care.

He could not remember having been this happy since… since before Marianne died. And his first wife would not have wanted that. She would want him to be happy.

Diana made him happy again.

Lifting his head, he looked down at her directly in the eyes.

“I love you.” Though he’d expressed the sentiment in flower arrangements, he had not said the words aloud to her until now.

Her lips curved up, eyes sparkling like happy diamonds.

“I love you, too.”

“If this is what cropping my cock gets me, you can do it any time you want.”

Laughter followed them down onto the bed as they rolled until he was on his back, her straddling him. He ran his hands up and down her sides, brushing her breasts and hips as she hovered above him.

“Are you saying you’re going to try to trap me into marrying you often?” she teased, the wet heat of her body teasing his tortured tip.

“As often as I need to.” He grinned up at her. He had no doubt that she would be given ample opportunity to punish him in the future. Something about her brought it out in him.

“I think once will do the trick.”

He did not get an opportunity to respond before she sank down on top of him, making him groan as he thrust upward into the pleasurable haven of her body. She had probably done that on purpose, ensuring she had the last word. He did not begrudge it to her.

Moving atop him, slowly at first, she smiled as their gazes caught.

His hands slid up to cup her breasts, massaging them, pinching her nipples, and making her sigh with pleasure as her pace began to pick up.

Oliver gave himself over to her, body and soul, moving beneath her, letting her use him as she pleased until she cried out, her cunt clamping down around him.

Only then did he let go of the reins of his own pleasure, moving beneath her, her body rubbing against his, until he also reached his explosive climax.

When she fell atop him, her body molded to his, he stroked his fingers down her back as they caught their breath.

His lady. His future wife.

Suddenly, the future looked so much brighter.