A Season for Christmas (Desire and Discipline #3)

Chapter 14

Three weeks later – in France

Catherine

It had turned out Christmas was not so bad when spent with the right man, and the same held true for being married. They had only been married for three weeks, yet somehow, it felt as though they’d been together forever. She knew it was not true, but something had happened to the way time passed ever since they’d left for the Duke of Clarence’s estate.

Upon their return home from Gretna Green, they’d visited with the Marquess of Camden and his family, reporting their findings from Clarence. Samuel was quite firm that the duke had nothing to do with the demise of his father but passed on the discovery of the threatening letters, which gave Camden another avenue to pursue.

Then Samuel had arranged for a honeymoon trip to the continent for them. If there were any updates to the investigation, they would not hear of them until they returned. She’d thought she might be more impatient to hear if any of the mystery had been further uncovered, but once she and Samuel were away together, she found it hard to care. All of her attention was on their time together, the incredible places they were visiting, and their deepening love.

And here, in France, they had made a very special purchase that she was eager to utilize for the first time.

“I am not sure about this,” Samuel said as she pressed him back against the bed, his expression caught between consternation and excitement. She put her hand in the middle of his chest and pushed, forcing him down, his dark hair stark against the white pillow.

“We have already been using the dilators,” she replied teasingly, reaching down to stroke the leather cock that was strapped to her with leather straps secured around her thighs and hips. There was a little piece that pressed firmly against her clit when she put pressure on the dildo. It was smaller than his cock in girth and nearly as long, but considering what she wanted to do with it, she could understand his consternation. “I will be gentle.”

Probably.

She’d seen other men taken this way at the Society of Sin, and it had always interested her in theory. She’d witnessed men with other men and men with women wearing false cocks much like the one currently harnessed around her body. Many of them had both loved and hated it; all of them had found it uncomfortable before finding inexpressible pleasure. Samuel was the first to make her want to make an attempt. She did not mind his discomfort since she liked knowing he was taking it for her because he wanted to please her.

She’d known something of what to do, so she had done her best to prepare him with the dilators over the past few nights of their honeymoon, stretching his anus until he could take the third largest of the set.

Last night, he’d moaned and writhed for her with the thick dilator pumping back and forth in his tight hole while she’d bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She’d swallowed every drop of his essence when he’d no longer been able to hold back, milking him as she simultaneously and vigorously assaulted his rear entrance.

Today, she wanted to take him as a man, her false cock bobbing in front of her, giving her an exquisite sense of power as he lay beneath her. No wonder men liked this position so much. Putting her hands on his knees, she pushed them back toward his chest.

“Hold on to your legs for me,” she purred. “I want you just like this.”

While he held himself in position, she was able to slick up the cock with the oils they’d purchased to go with it. Fisting the shaft, she shuddered with pleasure as the harness piece pressed against her clit. The thick length of leather looked very large compared to the small, wrinkled hole she was about to insert it into.

Samuel stared at her, his cock bobbing above his body, a single drop of pearly liquid at the tip of it. The apprehension in his expression had grown along with the excitement. His tongue flicked out against his lower lip as she pressed the lubricated tip to his entrance.

His chest filled and fell as she rubbed the tip against him, not pushing in yet but ignoring the sensitive nerves there.

Catherine felt her gaze soften as she looked down at him.

“I love you. ”

He mock-scowled back at her.

“Clearly, I love you, or I would not be in this position.”

The smile on her lips spread wider. She leaned forward, feeling the pressure against her clit as the tip of the false cock began to push inside him. Samuel groaned, the same way he did when she inserted the dilators, his eyes closing for a moment as he threw his head back against the pillow, exposing his throat to her.

“Bloody hell…” he said hoarsely as the tip pushed inside him, stretching him open.

Catherine put one hand on his shin, holding his left leg in place while her other wrapped around his cock. It had started to soften, just slightly, but as soon as her hand touched him, it sprang back to full life, making him cry out again.

“Fuck!”

Samuel

Despite the points Catherine had made about the dilators, this was entirely different, and he was not sure he would be able to explain the differences to her. There was something incredibly vulnerable about being beneath her like this, not with her atop him riding him, but with her invading a part of his body he’d never expected to have invaded. And doing so not with a toy in her hand but with a cock strapped to her groin.

He felt small, exposed, and entirely at her mercy.

Her hand on his cock sent pulses of pleasure through him as she withdrew a small amount before pushing forward again. When he opened his eyes, he could see the pleasure on her face as she thrust into him, his hole aching from the intimate stretch. It burned as she went deeper, his body trying to clamp down and squeeze the cock back out, but it was relentlessly stretching him as she sank in.

Groaning, he found his back arching as the sensations became overwhelming—the burn, the discomfort, the pleasure—as she moved her hand up and down his rigid cock.

“My lady… please…” He shuddered as he made the plea, his fingers digging into his knees as he held himself splayed open for her.

“Good boy,” Catherine crooned, withdrawing again, a sensation that made him ache in an entirely new manner as he felt the false cock sliding back out of him. It rubbed against raw nerves, feeling as if she was pulling his entire being with her, then she thrust back in again, a little harder, a little deeper. “Relax. You can take it for me.”

Her words, as much as the sensations, had him shuddering and gasping again.

Discomfort made him squirm.

Pleasure made him moan.

The false cock hit a spot inside him that the dilator had broached multiple times, sending a pulse of ecstasy so intense through his body, it punched the air from his lungs. It was not until she began to withdraw that he was able to breathe again.

“Catherine!” His voice came out on a ragged, pleading yell.

She leaned in, her hand squeezing his cock as she thrust in deep, filling him completely. They both moaned as she bottomed out. She held herself in place, shifting subtly against him, rubbing her clit on the leather pressed against it and making the cock twitch inside him. Samuel whimpered and shuddered, closing his eyes as her hand moved up and down his cock, drowning him in a tumult of sensations.

“Good boy,” she murmured again, sending another pulse of pleasure through him. Her hand moved up and down, sliding over his sensitive cock, making his muscles clamp down around the one inside him. “Very good boy.”

Then she began to slide out. And back in.

This was what it felt like to be on the receiving end.

Helpless.

Pleasured.

The fires raging inside him clashed, the discomfort and sting of being taken warring with the pleasure of that spot deep inside him, of her hand working his cock. Samuel held onto his legs for dear life as the agonizing ecstasy swirled within him, sending him higher and higher.

He was not going to be able to hold back from cumming, no matter what she wanted from him.

“Catherine… I cannot…”

“Hold it for me… hold it for me, Samuel…” She gasped as she slid inside him again, her eyelashes fluttering with her own pleasure. “Just a little longer.”

It was pure torture, his balls aching, spine tingling, as his need grew sharper, more demanding.

“Please… please…”

Her hand gripped him tighter, almost to the point of pain—if he was capable of feeling such things anymore. The pain and pleasure had melded together, blending until he could not tell where one began and the other left off.

“Now, Samuel… now!” Her cry went higher, wild, as she reached her own peak, slamming so deep into him that he felt it in his chest. A chest that was suddenly splashed with hot, wet liquid as his own release spouted, his cock throbbing against her pumping hand. Stream after stream of his se ed splashed across his body while his muscles shuddered around the cock inside him.

Unlike him, it did not deflate as Catherine climaxed, and his own pleasure went on and on long after his balls were empty, leaving him spasming despite the lack of fluid to fount.

It was the most intensely erotic experience of his life.

Catherine

Cleaned and rested, Catherine snuggled into Samuel’s shoulder. His arm was around her, her head pillowed on his body in that delightful little nook beside his chest. She stroked her fingers through the wiry hair that had so recently been covered in his seed.

Watching him climax while she was inside him had been uniquely powerful and incredibly pleasurable. She liked her new toy very much and gathered he did as well.

“Are you happy, love?” he asked, his fingers stroking her arm.

“Very.” She tilted her head back so she could look at him, and he twisted onto his side—depriving her of the nook but also putting his other arm around her so she was held securely in his arms. “You are the best Christmas gift I have ever received.”

The tiny lines in the corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed.

“As you are mine.”

He moved, their lips coming together in meeting, and Catherine felt her heart swell in her breast.

For the rest of her life, Christmas was going to be her favorite holiday.

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