Page 2 of Desire and Discipline
Though Evie and the others belonged to a secret society that indulged in perversions to accompany the usual marital relations, Priscilla had not gone to any of the gatherings. She’d asked Joseph if there was anything he would like to do that they had not experimented with, thinking of the spankings her friends apparently enjoyed receiving, but he’d shaken his head and pronounced himself more than satisfied with their amorous activities. Then he’d taken her in his arms and proceeded to prove to her how very satisfying they were.
Priscilla enjoyed them immensely, which was why she was now squirming in her seat, waiting for Jane to finish brushing her hair.
A knock on the connecting door between her bedroom and Joseph’s made both women jump. Joseph must be impatient as well. Normally, he waited for Jane to leave before knocking.
Joseph
“Sir.” Jane the maid bobbed a curtsy, stepping back from the door she’d opened into his wife’s bedroom.
“I’ll finish assisting my wife, Jane. You may retire,” he told her. Nodding her understanding, Jane swiftly took her exit, but Joseph barely noticed. He only had eyes for his wife.
She was stunning, her long blonde curls trailing over her shoulders and down her back, obscuring some of the silky blue nightrail that skimmed over her curves. It matched her blue eyes perfectly, making her appear almost ethereal in the flickering candlelight. A perfect goddess, too good and pure for him, yet he craved her all the same.
He was ready to worship at the altar of her pleasure.
The door closed behind Jane.
“My Lady,” he said, moving forward to take Priscilla’s hand and help her to her feet. As soon as he did so, he leaned in to kiss her, shuddering as he felt her body press against his. The thin fabrics of her nightrail and his dressing grown meant he felt far more than he had while they were in their day clothes.
She leaned into him, returning his kiss with interest, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue against his. For all that she’d been a complete innocent on their wedding night, she was always receptive to his touch. Not only receptive but eager, which had surprised him greatly. There was plenty of talk amongst gentlemen about the coldness of their wives, though he knew none of them had been love matches. That was part of the reason he’d wanted to marry for love. Stepping to the side, Priscilla angled herself toward her bed, pulling him along with her, already tugging at the knot on his robe’s belt.
He ran his hands over the silky fabric covering her body, enjoying the feeling of it against his palms, caressing the soft flesh beneath. Priscilla moaned against his lips, breathlessly arching into his touch.
His need for her was growing stronger with every passing moment, along with other needs that he had to ignore… needs he could never let her know about. Desires he would have to fulfill soon, dark cravings he could never subject his pure, innocent wife to. She would be horrified. She might even fall out of love with him. He couldn’t live without her any more than he could live with her disgust or scorn.
Pushing away his maudlin thoughts, he focused on his wife. On the here and now, burying his fear and his darker cravings, giving in to the passion between them. On the sleek curves of her body under the silk, the way she moaned when he moved his lips down her neck.
He dropped his robe on the floor, and they tipped back onto the bed together, his hands full of her breasts while his cock throbbed against her thigh. Rolling toward the center, he pulled her atop him, so she was straddling his waist, the silky material of her nightrail gathered around her hips and spilling over her thighs. One strap on the gown had fallen over her shoulder, slipping down to reveal most of her breast, the barest bit of pink showing above the bit of fabric as it clung to the top of her nipple.
Her blonde hair surrounded her angelic face, the light shimmering off of it like a halo.
Looking down at him, she smiled shyly from her position, wriggling as the length of his cock split her pussy lips, so she was riding its underside.
“Oh…” She shuddered, rocking her hips and rubbing herself against him. “Joseph…”
“Beautiful,” he whispered, reaching up to cup her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples through the fabric before tugging down the neckline so he had free access to her creamy breasts and the pert, pink nipples. Priscilla moaned again, pulling her arms free of the straps, so she was naked from the waist up. The nightrail was covering her thighs and his belly as she rubbed herself atop him. He ached to be inside her, yet he was enjoying the tease so much, he almost didn’t want it to stop.
Priscilla looked down at him again, leaning forward to kiss him. She whimpered as the position meant she was rubbing her most sensitive part against him. Pulling away from the kiss, she met his gaze from only a few inches away.
“Is there… is there anything you want me to do?” she asked hesitantly.
So many things, none of which he could actually ask her for without risking her love. But there was one thing…
“Come up here and straddle my mouth so I might pleasure you with my tongue.” It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done so, but never in that position. Previously, she’d always been on her back while he lay between her thighs, but this request should be innocuous enough.
Her eyes lit up with interest, and he relaxed. He was going to get at least some of what he truly wanted.
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Priscilla
Removing her nightrail completely, Priscilla hesitantly moved into position above Joseph’s mouth, one knee on either side of his head. She felt awkward and vulnerable in such an intimate position, with all her most private parts displayed so vulgarly, but the expression on his face helped soothe her fears. He appeared overjoyed.
“Grip the headboard,” he suggested when her hands fluttered about because she didn’t know what to do with them. Her hands settled on the wood while he moved his up and down the backs of her thighs before cupping her bottom and bringing her forward and down to meet his mouth.
Priscilla gasped as his tongue parted her netherlips, delving between them and sending her passion soaring higher from his touch. Though this was not the first time he’d used his tongue on her in such a manner, the position changed both the sensations and her emotions. She felt oddly… powerful. The awkwardness disappeared, her insecurity fluttering away as she moved her hips against his lips and tongue, moaning while he eagerly feasted on her sensitive flesh.
It was heavenly sin, stoking the fires of her passion as his tongue flicked against the swollen nub of pleasure that made her cry out every time.
