Page 57 of Desire and Discipline
Oliver chuckled.
“I believe ‘poor Lady Cross’ can take care of herself,” he remarked.
Diana pressed her lips together in an amused smile. She and Lady Cross did share certain… proclivities.
She wondered if Mr. North knew what Lady Cross liked to do with her lovers.
“We should not have seated them together.”
“Mmm.”
Diana eyed her new husband. That noncommittal tone was hardly like him. He had helped with the seating chart since she had not known anyone.
“You’re matchmaking,” she accused.
“Hardly. A friend requested a favor, and I saw no harm in granting it.” He grinned as she made a hmphing noise. Leaning over, he brushed his lips over her cheek. “I’d rather have you thinking about me than them, though. We are married now.” The glint in his eyes told her what he was thinking about.
They’d been saving something for the wedding night, a fantasy they both wanted fulfilled. Something he’d never gotten to do before and which she’d never done. In a way, they were both going to be virgins this evening.
Just thinking about it made her smile in anticipation.
11
Oliver
His wedding night.
Again.
But this was going to be a very different wedding night from his first one.
Though he did have a blushing bride, she was blushing from excitement. Neither of them was a virgin, yet both of them were taking a step into the unknown this evening. He was far more apprehensive than he’d been for his first wedding night, but that was only to be expected.
After all, he was the one on his hands and knees with Diana behind him, waiting on her whims.
“Ready?” she asked, running her hands over his hips and backside.
Is this what it felt like as a woman when a man did that? He’d been on the other side of this more than once but had never really thought about anything other than his own admiration of a woman’s form and his desire to touch her. The caress made him feel both vulnerable and appreciated.
“As ready as I can be,” he answered, which was the truth.
Over the past few months they’d played with the hard rubber dilators meant to help one’s constitution, but which most of the Society of Sin members used to stretch each other for different reasons. While bodily health was very important, so was pleasure, and everyone had quickly realized how very useful the dilators were for preparing a receiving partner for anal sex.
Tonight was the first time they’d be using something other than a dilator—a specially commissioned harness and cock from the favorite maker used by the Society of Sin. He glanced over his shoulder to see Diana with the brown leather harness wrapped around her hips, stark and standing out against her creamy skin. She smiled at him, a sadistic light glowing in her eyes.
Bloody hell, he was really going to do this.
Dropping his head back down, he braced his forearms against the bed as he felt the slick head of the false cock push against his opening. They’d used the dilators all week to prepare him, but the lubed cock was thicker than any of them, and he groaned as Diana slowly pushed forward, his muscles spasming in response.
It felt huge.
Invasive.
Utterly arousing.
His cock, which was already hard as it hung beneath him, felt like it stiffened even further, the tip bobbing against his stomach as his muscles flexed.
“That’s it. Good boy,” Diana murmured, rubbing her hands over his lower back, as if trying to ease the ache.
