Page 43 of Desire and Discipline
“Permission to use my hands, my lady.” He hoped that giving her another option—one that did not involvestopping—would sway her back to the very promising direction she’d been headed in.
Asking permission would remind her that she was in charge.
It would show that he accepted being under her control.
She stared down at him, hand around his cock, the warmth of her pussy so close to the tip. Her breasts swayed as she did, and he could practically see the gears turning in her head as her thoughts tumbled over each other.
Oliver’s breath caught in his throat, waiting for her decision.
Diana
The moment of no return. By Society’s standards, she was already ruined from the moment the Marquess had slammed the door behind him, but now she truly would be.
And she’d hesitated.
The way the Marquess had reacted as she’d moved her mouth up and down his cock had been wildly exciting, the power she had over him intoxicating, but that was a different matter from taking him inside her. Would it hurt? Would he know?
Would he care?
The questions had sprung up in her mind.
And now he was looking up at her, asking to touch her.
One night.
Her resolve returned.
“Yes. Touch me.”
That was all he needed. Immediately, his hands came down, and they did not go for her hips the way she expected but rather for her breasts. Diana gasped at the feel of his palms cupping them, cradling them, as his thumbs swept over her sensitive nipples. Her muscles quivered, her thighs aching to lower and fill the emptiness.
Yes.
As his hands squeezed, massaging her breasts, Diana sank down.
She could feel the tip at her entrance.
Feel the stretch.
It burned, adding to the heat in her core. It also hurt, but in a good way, the way a muscle hurt when it had been unused for too long and finally got to stretch. She cried out as she let go of his cock and impaled herself completely, shuddering as she took in a deep breath to get past the initial sting.
The sensation of having him fully inside her took her breath away, especially as he groaned, thrusting upward and rubbing his body against hers. It was painful bliss. She sat there, unmoving, trying to get her breath back… trying to adjust to her new reality.
She had a man inside her.
She was no longer a virgin.
In some ways, she felt no different, but in others, her entire life had just changed with a single movement. Her muscles squeezed, adjusting to their new dimensions. She shifted atop him, making him groan, rubbing her swollen clit against his groin, which sent a surge of pleasure shooting through her. The sensation soothed away the last of the sting.
“Please, my lady.” His fingers toyed with her nipples, tugging her forward. Lost in her haze, Diana went until her lips were hovering over his, his gaze boring into hers. “Please do not torture me anymore. I will not be able to last long as it is.” His faint smile acknowledged her power over him, and she recognized the warning.
Whether or not she would be able to reach her own climax, she did not know, but she wanted to try.
She also did not want him to realize that her hesitation had been because she’d just divested herself of her virginity, not because she was continuing to torment him. If he had not noticed, that was all the better.
Rising up again, she sucked in a breath at the change in sensation, the raw feeling of him moving inside her. Thankfully, he was as enamored of the slide of her body over his, and he groaned, closing his eyes and arching his back. When she sank down on him again, he thrust up into her, melding them together.
She had seen this often enough, she knew what to do, and her body was strong from having learned how to ride a horse. Her thighs strained as she went up and down atop him, but she could not stop. The faster she moved, the more her body yearned, working toward a monumental climax. She could feel herself rising higher and higher as his hands finally released her breasts to move to her bottom, cupping it and assisting her as she ground herself down on his cock.
