Page 18 of Desire and Discipline
When he lifted his head again, she was limp and satiated… yet still not done disciplining him for keeping such monumental secrets from him. It might not be fair, as she had also kept some secrets from him, but that was how she felt. And Lady Catherine’s advice was still echoing in her ears.
Make him wait.
Joseph
His wife was a revelation.
Not only inclined to the same desires as him, but naturally good at indulging them. He knew Lady Cross had been providing some guidance, but he could tell she had not needed to do much. Once Priscilla knew she could take control, she had. Immediately, efficiently, and seductively.
The idea of what a proper wife was supposed to be, how she was supposed to act, was pushed back farther and farther in his mind under the fact he was far happier with his wife behaving decidedly improperly. He could still taste her on his lips as she led him through the house, stopping to watch the scenes in some of the rooms. She only hesitated once or twice, and he smiled reassuringly when she glanced back at him, as if ascertaining she was not doing anything wrong.
This was a new dynamic for both of them. It was only natural she would have some hesitations, though she had taken to most of it like a duck to water. None of that diminished the awe he now felt for her nor his overwhelming arousal as his cock throbbed within his pants.
He’d been both frustrated and impressed when she’d lowered her skirts after her climax and breathlessly ordered him to get dressed. He had a feeling he knew where that impulse had come from, yet he could not fault Lady Cross for passing the idea along. It made his arousal, his desire, even sharper as he waited for Priscilla to be ready for him.
It was a far better punishment than the spanking and paddling, both of which had been hard enough to bite but not enough to make him feel regret. Right now, his thoughts were consumed by Priscilla—by her wants and needs, by her presence at his side, by his desire for her. It was everything she deserved and utter torment for him… which was everything he deserved.
Priscilla led him into a room where Lady Greywood was preparing her latest… victim. It was hard to think of them as her lovers when she only engaged in exhibitions before the lover part. Joseph actually had no idea whether or not her partners were allowed coitus with her afterward. She always kept that part of their relationships private, and none of the men she partnered with ever revealed the truth.
He had never been curious enough to engage with her in order to find out. While he might like some pain, he valued his balls in their current condition.
“Oh, my…” Priscilla breathed the words, her eyes widening as she watched what the lady was doing, wrapping a long strand of leather around Lord St. Vincent’s balls. The man groaned, his arms folded behind his back, hips thrust forward to give Lady Greywood access as she tortured him. His cock was stiffly erect and leaking fluid. Priscilla glanced at Joseph, and he avoided her gaze.
He was not opposed to the current position Lord St. Vincent was in, but he also knew Lady Greywood had hardly begun her torture. Perhaps he should try to encourage Priscilla to exit, so she did not get too many ideas…
“Lady Greywood is very good at what she does, but she often goes beyond what I would enjoy,” he murmured in her ear, by way of hinting that perhaps this was not the best place for them to stop, though he would abide by her wishes. At the very least, now she knew that Lady Greywood’s particular brand of erotic torment was past what he would desire.
Priscilla nodded in acknowledgment, but she did not move, her gaze riveted to the scene. Joseph sighed inwardly and prepared himself for what he knew was coming. Lord St. Vincent was a complete masochist while Lady Greywood was an equally intent sadist. It was a pairing that always guaranteed a good show, even though he had no interest in experiencing most of it personally.
They watched with the rest of the room as Lady Greywood pinched and twisted poor St. Vincent’s nipples between tugging on the long leather strand hanging from his balls. The heavy sack was slowly darkening in color, from pink to red, when she decided to apply a tawse to it.
St. Vincent’s cries echoed around the room and down the hall as she punished his sack and cock, occasionally returning to his nipples for more painful stimulation. At the end of it, he was a sweaty, teary mess on the floor, licking her dainty toes in appreciation, and Priscilla’s eyes were as wide as Joseph had ever seen them. Apprehension was gripping him in a way that he’d never expected.
His wife was getting quite an education this evening, and he had no idea what that meant for him now that she’d taken control of their sexual relationship.
10
Priscilla
She returned home with her husband rather than with his cousin. Evie had been graciously understanding when Priscilla and Joseph came to the front rooms to inform them they’d make their own way home. She had glared at Joseph, then told Priscilla she was happy to talk any time, hinting that she would be by the next day for tea. Which was hardly unusual, but usually, at teatime, Priscilla was the quiet one. She had no doubt tomorrow would be very different as all the ladies were likely to have a myriad of questions.
The carriage ride was quiet.
Aware of how Joseph shifted uneasily in his seat beside her, the front of his pants was still bulging. There was a part of her that wanted to reassure him, to lean over and give him the relief he clearly wanted, yet another part of her that received joy from watching him stew and wait.
She also could not stop thinking about the scene they’d watched of Lady Greywood and Lord St. Vincent.
It had far exceeded what her own interests were, and Joseph had stated that it had exceeded his as well, but there had been more than a few things that held her attention. The first, of course, being the fact that no one seemed to change their view of Lord St. Vincent, despite his proclivities, which reassured her that Joseph’s concerns over other’s opinions was more in his own mind than in based in reality.
Not that she was unsympathetic. She had her own fears. Such as being seen as unfeminine and unladylike. However, Lady Greywood was one of thehaute ton, one of the so-called dragons of theton, whose close friends included Lady Jersey and Lady Cowper.
If Lady Greywood could put a man on his knees and have him lick her toes after crushing his sack beneath them, surely no one would blink at Priscilla’s much tamer desires. At least, no one within the Society of Sin. Not Joseph’s brothers, his cousin, nor their friends, and they were the only ones who would know.
Considering how fervently Elijah and Evie avoided each other at such gatherings, Priscilla fully expected they would also rather not witness her and Joseph.
“We’re home,” Joseph said suddenly, shifting in the seat beside her. There was an urgency to his tone and a question lying beneath it.
How much longer was she going to make him wait?
