For the entirety of Ella’s marriage, s*x had been a chore, a duty, something that she’d submitted to because that was what wives did, a nightly obligation to her husband where she was a passive receptacle of his seed. Discovering that s*x could be not only pleasant but varied had come as rather a shock, but after four lovers Ella had thought that she’d understood s*x in all its permutations.
She’d been wrong.
Sex with Decimus Pryor was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Even during the first month of their tryst, when he’d been unwilling to relinquish control, it had been more carefree and lighthearted than she’d thought possible, more enjoyable, but once he’d given her equal charge of what they did together, it had become something else again, an exploration of boundaries and desir
