Page 42 of Desire and Discipline
“Lie back and hold on to the headboard,” she said with no hesitation. She wanted to see him spread out before her like a meal, and having his hands occupied meant he could not be touching her.
But she could touch him as much as she wanted.
Still smirking, he lay back and did as she said, his muscles flexing with his movements, which gave her further opportunity to drink in the sight of him. The salt and pepper of the hair on his head continued all the way down his body. He had a sprinkling of hair across his chest that ran down the center of his stomach, leading straight to his cock.
A shiny bit of fluid was balanced precariously on the tip of the fat mushroom head, and Diana’s mouth watered at the sight. She had always wondered what a man would taste like ever since she’d realized that some people used their mouths in entirely indecent manners.
She wanted to use her mouth in an indecent manner. On him. Like he had on her.
Diana crawled onto the bed, savoring the way he looked at her. His eyes devoured her, the way his mouth had, the way she was doing to him.
“Do not let go of the headboard,” she ordered, though she was not entirely sure what she would do if he did. She did not have a flogger here. Though she could use her hand, she preferred an implement.
“Of course, my lady. Do with me what you will. Use me for your pleasure.” He grinned at her, his hungry eyes blazing with his desire.
Well, if he agreed to keep his hands where they were, she could probably trust that. Eventually, she would let him touch her, but not until she was ready to lose control. She had very specific ideas of what she wanted to do.
Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, she was surprised at how warm and soft it was. The skin was soft against her palm and fingers, though, of course, the stalk itself was stiffly firm. The Marquess groaned, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips up as she touched him, pulling his cock upward so that it was pointed at the ceiling. More fluid leaked from the lip, droplets decorating the dark-red head, and Diana leaned down to flick her tongue over them.
Salty and sweet, the flavor burst on her tongue.
She was not sure she liked it.
“My lady teases me.” His eyes were open again and on her. “More, please, my lady.”
Well, it had not tasted so bad, especially when he looked at her like that. Diana lowered her head, pressing her lips to the soft, spongy tip, then opening her mouth to take him within. His answering groan sent a wave of hot arousal through as the realization of the power she had over him surged.
Oliver
Bloody hell. Diana was a torment and a revelation. Her headboard creaked as his fingers tightened on the wooden spindles. This bed was not nearly as sturdy as his own. It was too late to transfer their activities to his rooms, not wanting to give her an opportunity for second thoughts. Not while he finally had her right where he wanted her—in bed, torturing him.
Her dark hair was still pulled back so that he could see her face and her body, her breasts hanging low beneath her. The thatch of curls at the juncture of her thighs was finally visible. He would like to explore that more, but he did not know if that would be allowed. She was all pinks and creams, her pale skin the same hue all over and untouched by the sun—she was very careful with her parasol and gloves when she went out of doors. The pink tips of her breasts were tightly budded, tempting berries begging to be nipped. He could only hope he would eventually be given the chance.
“Fuck!” His hips thrust upward as she took him into the warm, wet heat of her mouth, and he groaned, shuddering at the incredible sensation. Her tongue swirled around the head, exploring, questing, and eliciting the most incredible pleasure.
It had been so long since he’d been with a woman… He’d been too busy for a mistress, much less a lover, and he had never been the trusting sort. Many men had spilled secrets they should not have over the pillow, as if their brains turned off the moment they spilled their seed. Oliver had not been tempted to risk such a thing before, but Diana had already shown herself capable of keeping the family’s secrets.
Lifting her mouth from his cock, she began to lick up and down, her hand still firmly wrapped around the base. Her other hand moved over his thigh, coming to cradle his sack. Every movement was slow, exploratory, as though she was memorizing every centimeter of him.
Shuddering, he gasped and groaned as she toyed with him, taking her time in the most torturous way possible. Despite the length of time he’d gone without a woman’s touch, his completion remained far out of reach as she licked and suckled and savored. It was as if she was being deliberately, maddeningly random, to drive him absolutely wild while not allowing him to even near climax.
“You’re killing me, my lady.” That was as close a complaint as he could force himself to make. He was not sure how much longer he was going to be able to withstand the sensual torture without reaching for her if she did not advance their progress soon.
Though he was curious what she would do if he disobeyed her order, he did not want to do so without very good reason. He wanted to show her that he could obey. That he respected her commands. That he could be trusted.
Otherwise, he did not have a hope of convincing her to stay after tonight.
Her low chuckle rumbled vibrations through his cock, making him groan and thrust into her mouth again. The firm grasp she had on the root pushed his hips back down, so he could not surge up as much as he wanted, adding to the agonizing ecstasy he was experiencing.
The warm heat of her mouth lifted, which was both a regret and a hope—her mouth was not where he wanted to spend.
“Ah, well, we would not want that after all I did to get you back to full health,” she teased.
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.
