Chapter 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.

It was not so easily soothed.

She retreated slightly before pushing in again, going a little deeper. The sting of his opening being stretched combined with the throbbing ache of being impaled on the thick shaft. Groaning, his head dropped to his arms as he panted, slowly adjusting to the sensation.

Diana took her time, retreating, then pushing in again. Oil dripped over it as she added the lubrication, easing the friction as she worked her way in deeper. Not that the lubrication helped with everything, but it made it all… slicker. It did nothing for the stretch or how deep he could feel her going inside him.

"Bloody hell." He groaned again as he felt the leather harness press against his backside, her smooth skin hot against his.

She was all the way in.

He felt so utterly, devastatingly full. The dilators had prepared him, but they were in no way comparable.

Especially because now Diana's hands were completely free to touch him. Free to run over his hips and thighs and down to his groin as she bent over him. The effect was it felt like she went even deeper just as her hand gripped his cock, which pulsed against her palm. The sensation of her pumping his cock while she was deep inside him was indescribable.

"Diana…" He could barely gasp her name, he was so overcome by the assault of new sensations, the glut of pleasure that rippled through him, slightly tinged with discomfort. But he welcomed the discomfort. Enjoyed it even. Because he was doing it for her, to give her what she wanted. Every ounce of pain was an homage to his lady.

And for her… anything.

Diana

So this was what it was like.

The emotional charge she'd felt as she slid the harnessed cock into Oliver was immense. His groans. His shudders. Every reaction she elicited from him made her feel heady with power. Not only that, but she was dizzy with how much he was willing to give her. The things he was willing to do for her.

His cock throbbed in her hand, but she could not keep the position if she was going to actually move.

Pumping her hand several times to torment him, she released his cock and straightened up again, pulling back to thrust back in. Not that he seemed to mind the loss once she began moving again. Her own bottom was empty, but he was making her curious as to what it was like.

Something to try.

Later.

Right now, she focused on moving firmly enough to be enjoyable for both of them but not so roughly that she hurt him more than he could handle. There was a fake cock inside her as well, and her pussy squeezed it as she moved, helping her to keep the one she was using in position. Her clit rubbed against the harness, giving her physical pleasure as she slid the fake cock back and forth inside him.

The more she moved, the easier it became as he adjusted, opening for her. The tension in his body relaxed, and he began to push back against her, shuddering with pleasure every time she bottomed out. Diana grasped his hips, realizing this was as much a necessity as a pleasure, as she began to move harder, faster.

Her own pleasure increased with every thrust as his moans filled the air, accompanied by her own gasps of pleasure as her pussy clenched around the shaft inside her. Their passion grew together, punctuated by heated moans and shuddering tremors. Her fingers dug into his hips as she moved, her ecstasy growing with every passing moment.

He reached his pinnacle first, braced on one arm, the other beneath him grasping his cock. Diana could feel it, the sudden resistance as his ass clamped down around the cock, the way his body trembled under her hands as he cried out. Hearing his pleasure, knowing she'd done that to him, pushed her over the edge as well.

Thrusting fully into him, she pressed her own body against his, rubbing so her clit was stimulated by the harness as hot waves of rapture rolled over her. They moved through her, filling her, until they exploded like bursts of fireworks from her core moving outward.

Utterly undone, Diana slumped over Oliver, panting for breath.

She had not been sure what that would be like, so she'd had no expectations. It was like nothing she could have imagined, even after watching so many others engaged in similar activities.

"Bloody hell," Oliver groaned from beneath her, which summed up her own feelings rather nicely.

Taking a deep breath, Diana gathered herself and straightened, so she could slide out of him—causing another long moan. Her pussy trembled around the cock inside her. Unlike Oliver, these did not deflate after climax, which meant the one inside her continued to make its presence known.

No longer pinned in place, Oliver rolled to the side so he was lying on his back, still breathing heavily as he stared up at the ceiling. The fake cock bobbed in front of her, and Diana went to work on the laces, pulling it off of her so she could snuggle in beside him—on the opposite side of the wet spot he'd left on the bedding.

Cradled in the crook of his arm, her lower body still throbbing gently from the pleasure, she ran her fingers through his chest hair.

"Wife," he said with pure satisfaction, stroking his fingers down her shoulder and upper arm.

She laughed.

"Was it everything you'd hoped it would be?" Despite feeling very sure of the answer, she still wanted to hear him say it.

"Oh, yes." He sighed happily, shifting slightly so she could tip back her head to meet his gaze. "And for you?"

"Yes. Although I am not entirely sure what I expected, it was quite enjoyable." She studied his expression. "What did it feel like?"

One eyebrow went up.

"Why, are you curious?" The interest on his side was clear.

Diana shrugged her shoulder, considering the question. Seeing his reactions had certainly made her wonder what it would be like, but she was unsure if she wanted to actually follow through. Still, she was undeniably intrigued.

"Perhaps. Though, not tonight," she teased.

"Hmm… are you sure?" A wicked grin grew on his face, and he shifted slightly, turning so he could lower his lips to hers for a kiss. "Could I attempt to change your mind?"

Diana laughed, even as his hand roamed over her body, caressing her breast and tweaking her nipple to hardness again. Her arousal hummed back to life as he touched her. She could not deny that her body still felt as though there was satisfaction to be had.

Letting him push her onto her back, she moaned as he moved his hands and mouth over her body, arousing her desires all over again before he finally lowered his mouth between her legs. His tongue flicked over her folds, teasing her as she began to gasp and writhe, reaching down to twine her fingers through his hair as her pleasure grew.

She was extra sensitive now, especially the places where the harness had rubbed, and Oliver used that to his advantage. Licking, suckling, he had her moaning and writhing for him, her pleasure growing and growing… Before she reached her peak, his mouth moved back up her body.

Impatient, she reached down to grasp him by the shoulders, pulling him atop her, so she could kiss him as his cock slid inside her. He moaned against her lips as they joined together. Diana moaned with him when he pushed in to the hilt, his body rubbing against hers, trapping her swollen clit between them.

It was better, this being their second time. There was no frenzy, no driving urgency, as Oliver made love to her, worshiping her body with his. Slow, dragging strokes that ended with him grinding against her, stimulating her. They kissed, long lingering kisses that enhanced the intimate moment between them.

Eventually, their passions grew too large to be ignored, and the pace of his strokes increased. Diana tilted her hips, lifting her lower body up to meet him, both of them moving together to the finish.

This time, she reached it first, crying out as her sensitive flesh hummed with sensation. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, heels into the backs of his thighs as she writhed in passionate bliss. Feeling her coming apart beneath him, he buried himself inside her, groaning as she shuddered and writhed against his body, bringing him to his own climax.

They panted together, joined so closely, she could scarcely tell where she left off and he began.

This time, when he rolled, it was to set her atop him, so they could lay still entwined, savoring each other's presence.

"Wife," he murmured, stroking a gentle finger down her back.

Diana smiled against his chest. She had not dreamed she could ever be this happy, but here she was, with everything she'd ever wanted. It was like a fairy tale come true… if fairy tales ever involved such extravagant perversions.

"Husband," she replied, relishing his title as much as she did her own.

"I love you."

"And I you."

There were no other words needed, only the sweetness of his touch as he kissed her again. She met his kiss with her own. Her first lover. Her last lover.

Her bliss.