Page 19 of Desire and Discipline
Not much, but she did not think he would expect what she had planned for the rest of their evening. Watching Lady Greywood had given her some ideas… and although she was less upset with him than before, she was not ready to lay with him as man and wife.
“Thank you,” she murmured as he helped her out of the carriage. The front of the house was mostly dark. Elijah and Josie were still at Hartford House. If Adam was home, he was in his wing, and it looked as though the Marquess and Diane must be already abed.
“I…” He started to say something, but the words trailed off into the darkness around them. Or perhaps he realized the coachman was still within earshot.
“Let’s go inside.” Priscilla waited for his arm, but she had made the decision. She was still the one in control.
They made their way to their rooms in silence as she continued to muse over exactly what she wanted to do. When Joseph hesitated in front of her door, she shook her head, then paused to open it and dismiss Jane for the evening. Then she allowed Joseph to lead her to his room.
With the door firmly closed behind them, she took a deep breath. Would he still follow her direction here in his own domain?
“I want you unclothed,” she said, trying to keep the firm authority in her tone she’d managed to find at the Society. Whether or not she’d succeeded, Joseph obeyed with alacrity. There was a hot light in his eyes as he watched her while he disrobed. Once he was fully naked, his cock—she’d heard that word used at the Society tonight and decided she liked it—standing straight and proud in front of him, she gestured. “Help me with my gown.”
She had already decided not to undress completely, but she did want to be more comfortable. There was something decidedly powerful about being clothed while he was naked, emphasizing the dichotomy between them, and she liked it.
Letting him undress her down to her chemise, she noticed that his backside no longer bore even the slightest trace of pink marks from his discipline. That was disappointing. She’d wanted to look at them some more. Perhaps even trace her fingers over them.
Maybe Catherine would have some suggestions when they met for tea this week.
“Now what, my Lady?” Joseph asked, drawing her attention back to him. His dark eyes met hers, filled with desire.
“On the bed,” she replied. “On your back.”
He quickly got on the bed, though some curiosity entered his expression when she climbed onto the bed without taking off her chemise. He seemed to have expected she would climb atop him and ride him the way he often liked her to do.
It only now occurred to her that his preference for her to be atop him might be connected to the other desires she’d found out about tonight. She would have to think on that later.
Rather than straddling his hips, she knelt to the side of him and wrapped one hand around his shaft, the other cradling his sack. Joseph tensed when he felt the fingers on the delicate sack, but he relaxed again when she did not crush them the way Lady Greywood had.
“I do like a bit of pain, but not nearly as much as St. Vincent,” Joseph warned her, his voice hoarse as she rolled the balls within his sack between her fingers. His hips lifted, thrusting his cock through her other hand.
“Then it would be a good punishment, would it not?” she asked, squeezing hard enough that he groaned, but he still flexed his hips, moving his cock within her grip.
Joseph
Whether or not Priscilla meant to truly hurt him, he was not sure. She was not squeezing nearly as tightly as she could, and he was so aroused, he could not tell if it was pain or pleasure that shot up his spine.
“Bloody hell…” The curse escaped his lips before he could stop it, coming out on a groan of pained pleasure.
“Hands down.”
His hands dropped to the bed, gripping the sheets. He had not realized he’d raised them until Priscilla’s order.
“My Lady…” He groaned as she stroked his shaft, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, his balls rolling between her fingers. When she tugged on his sack, pulling it away from his body, it hurt so good.
She was not moving quickly. She was exploring him, which was a torment all its own as she tugged, stroked, and squeezed, eliciting a myriad of reactions from him with the cascade of sensations. Joseph clenched, thrusting upward, his whole lower body aching from the need for release, yet it was not forthcoming because she was taking her time.
When he opened his eyes to look at her, she did not meet his gaze. She was too busy studying his cock, watching her hands move on his sensitive flesh. When she squeezed the tip, fluid leaked, and he shuddered, closing his eyes again as he adjusted to the overwhelming sensations.
“Please… my Lady… ride me,” he begged.
“No.” The answer came swiftly and tartly, but he did not have a chance to do more than whimper in disappointment before she began to move the hand on his shaft faster and harder. Groaning, he thrust upward, his fingers gripping the bedsheets harder, giving her full control of his body, his pleasure, as he careened toward ecstasy.
His climax hit him with force, and he gave a strangled shout, his body bowing as hot fluid spurted and splashed over his stomach. Thick, ropey jets of cum pulsed along with his pleasure, decorating his skin until he was breathless and limp, his cock shrinking against his wife’s palm.
“Bloody hell,” he said again, his voice hoarse.
That had been… wildly erotic. Slightly shaming. And absolutely a punishment despite how pleasurable it had been. He had not wanted to cum in her hand. He’d wanted to cum inside her.
