Chapter 5

Diana

Turning in the Marquess' arms, she reached up to bring his lips down to hers. Now that she had made her decision, she felt utterly brazen. Though she lacked personal experience, she'd watched enough couples at the Society of Sin to know what she wanted. She had her own personal fantasies, and if he was insistent on seducing her, she was going to try the things she wanted.

Well… not everything. There were things she would like to do that one needed certain equipment for, but they could do everything else. Everything she could do for her first time with a man, so that it was exactly the way she wanted it. How many ladies were able to say that?

Very few that she knew of.

And she'd overheard quite a bit.

The Marquess' lips on hers were like a brand, his tongue sweeping into her mouth ruthlessly. Diana kissed him back just as passionately, though perhaps not as expertly. She had been kissed before, but not quite so thoroughly. Not with such fervor. And certainly not with the man's hands traveling up and down her spine, caressing her flesh and curving over her bottom to squeeze and pull her more firmly against him.

Oh, heavens.

She might be in over her head.

No… no ‘might' about it. She was definitely in over her head. She had jumped in like an utter ninny, and now it was too late to pull back. Even if he let her, she already knew she'd regret it forever. She just hoped she did not regret giving in in the same way.

Passion spiraled up inside her. Given permission to touch each other, knowing this was the only night, lent desperation to her movements. She'd touched him before, of course, while tending to his wound, but the difference between then and now was even more than the difference between seeing him shirtless under her care and tonight when he'd stripped down to be flogged.

The heat filling her body was a blaze that was not going to be extinguished without him. She had never felt like this before.

Fabric tore as they pulled and tugged each other's clothing. His hands on her bare skin was a thrill like none other. She was awash in sensation, drowning in the pleasure, yet knew they'd barely gotten started. Having him under her skirts had been naught but a tease by comparison as they touched and caressed each other now.

His skin was so smooth, except where he was hairy, and the bristles rubbed against all her sensitive parts in a manner that was wildly arousing. Diana was not used to such stimulation. Or having every part of herself touched and caressed.

She pushed him, partly to get herself some breathing space and partly because she wanted him on the bed. If he did not slow down, she was going to burst… and that was not part of her plan for the evening. She wanted to take her time, so she could remember everything in detail. Already, their earlier encounter felt like a blur—she did not want to risk forgetting any moment of this.

The Marquess fell back onto the bed, a wicked grin on his face that made her whole body flush. Well, she would have flushed if she were not already so heated.

The thick stalk of his cock lay against his body. This was the first time she had seen him unclothed from the waist down, and it was worth taking the time to admire. To memorize. He was a beautiful specimen of the male form, and she had plenty of comparisons to go by.

"What now, my lady?" he asked, clearly amused by the situation. The satisfied smirk on his lips was as infuriating as it was appealing.

She knew very well that some of what she enjoyed about their relationship was that it was always a battle to the top—one she liked winning over and over again.

"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.

"Permission to use my hands, my lady." He hoped that giving her another option—one that did not involve stopping—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.

The orgasm was growing from deep inside her rather than starting in her clit, and she could feel her entire body buzzing and humming from the growing rapture. The Marquess' groans filled the air, and every gasp elicited was a delight. She loved seeing him beneath her, straining, shuddering, knowing she was the one doing that to him. She was the cause of those sounds.

Watching him, feeling him, fueled her own desire. His hands gripped her tighter, his jaw locking against a groan, and she knew he must be close.

So was she.

One of his hands shifted, moving from her bottom so his fingers were splayed against her thigh, his thumb rubbing against her clit. She cried out as her orgasm swept over her, bursting forth like a tidal wave that crashed along her senses. The waves of ecstasy pounded through her, carrying her along as he shuddered beneath her, calling her name with a shout. Her muscles clenched around him as she felt him stiffen inside her, the hot warmth of his seed spilling into her.

They moved together as one until she finally slumped over atop him. Her head tucked into the spot between his shoulder and his chin, and she could feel his damp skin beneath hers as her fingers toyed with the hair on his chest.

"That was lovely," she said with a happy sigh.

Fingers stroked down her back, and she felt his lips press against the top of her head. She yawned. From excitement to panic to… this. The events of the evening would have exhausted her even if she had not already had a busy day before it.

"Sleep, my lady," he said, as if he'd read her mind. He did that too often for comfort. "I will take care of everything."

Rolling off him, Diana smiled as she pulled up the sheets over her.

One night.

But what a night.

Oliver

Getting up from the bed, Oliver could not help but smile down at Diana's still form. She was already asleep. To him, that was an indication of a job well done.

Turning to take a cloth from beside her wash basin, something caught his eye. Oliver frowned down at the smear of blood on his cock.

What the…