Page 33 of Hooked

“Breathe out while you bear down, and it will slide right in.”

Slowly, he inserted the plug, watching as her ass stretched to accommodate its girth before eagerly engulfing it. He had to wrap his arm around her waist to hold her still while he seated it fully.

“The end has a pink jewel which looks lovely peeking out between your birched cheeks,” he murmured, bending to place a gentle kiss on each side. A few more with the birch on her plugged behind then he’d grant her clemency and fuck her.

He resumed with the same intensity as if he hadn’t ceased; swishing the rod along the fullness of her backside, further heating her skin, and bringing it from pale to rosy pink.

“Please, master, I can’t bear it. May I come?”

“Not without me inside you. You’ll have to wait.”

He moved to her thighs and, as he painted them pink with the brush, he opened his zipper with his spare hand. Unleashed, his painfully distended cock jerked in his palm at the sound of her unrestrained cries, and he almost erupted prematurely.

With an urgency matching her own, he slicked the head through her drenched folds then changed angles and filled her swiftly. The plug in her ass made the squeeze even tighter. He thrust hard, wedging himself deep, sweat beading up on his forehead as he fought for control.

She was at the edge, however. “Please...master,” she sobbed.

“Come, Livia. Fly apart for me.”

She did, screaming her pleasure, uncaring who might overhear. Knowing that she would after their passion had receded, he slipped his hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. His roar of completion followed shortly and was only incrementally less noisy even when he buried his face in the side of her neck.

When he lifted his chest from her back and pulled out, he whispered in her ear, “Stay right here.”

Joseph disappeared into his private lavatory, returning in a moment with a warm cloth and cleansed her gently. When he was done, he helped her stand and hugged her against him.

“Get dressed, pet. When you’re done, bring me the correct contracts. One needs to go out by courier by close of business today.”

She nodded and took a step. Halting sharply, her hands flew to her bottom, and she swung back. “You forgot the plug.”

“No, I didn’t,” he countered, bending to place a quick kiss on her lips. “That is your punishment for testing me.”

“But I didn’t. What I did today was an actual mistake.”

“Which wouldn’t have happened without your scheming. The plug which you’ll wear until I say it comes out will help you remember the next time you think plotting against your master might be fun.”

He patted her behind, tapping the plug with his fingertips. Her little squeal and shudder told him she wasn’t much above a novice with ass play. She would find out soon enough that the plug would shift with every subtle movement and if she sat or heaven forbid bent over—

At that point, she did exactly that, leaning down to retrieve her skirt from the floor. She yelped, popping upright instantly. Her grimace soon turned into a scowl, which she indiscreetly aimed his way.

His good humor boosted his tolerance level, not to mention he’d just come inside her. So he let her off easy with a warning.

“Without the scowl please, pet. Unless you want to try out our new cane. I promise it will be less forgiving than the birch, as will I.”

“No, master. I’m fresh out of scowls.”

When she finished dressing, he beckoned her over with a crooked finger. As soon as she came within reach, he hooked his hand around her nape and pulled her into him, bending to capture her lips in a scorching kiss. Once he had her breathless, he reluctantly let her go.

“I enjoyed our little interlude. Maybe we should renegotiate professional behavior in the office.”

“After the last hour, I think we already have.”

He grinned. “Cheeky girl, I believe you’re right.”

She returned his grin, standing on tiptoes for one more quick kiss. Of course, he obliged. As she walked away, her gait was noticeably less graceful and polished. He couldn’t help the chuckle that earned him a glare as she opened the door.

“Was that a scowl, Miss Wright?”

“No, Mr. Hooks,” she replied without looking back. “Something in my eye, is all,” was her unlikely excuse. Before she slipped out of sight, she winked at him brazenly.

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