Page 48 of Hooked

“That’s my good girl,” he praised before pulling it out. In her folded position, he didn’t have to move to reach her pussy. Gentle fingers held her open, and he slid the slick head over her clit. It was more than enough to make her juices pool, although her wide-open, heels-over-head contortionist position had done a fine job with that, as did his ardent gaze devouring her so intimately.

Joseph changed the angle again and moved it back, dipping the tip into her center hole. He twirled it, making it extra wet then advanced it. The first two rings went in easily, but as he worked the ever-widening circles inside her, it became more challenging. By ring four, she tensed, her legs quivering in their restraints.

He looked up and captured her gaze.

“Color?”

“Green, Sire. But I don’t know for how much longer.”

Never losing their visual connection, he bent and licked her clit. Mesmerized by the sight of his lush mouth and agile tongue moving over her intimate flesh, she barely noticed as the large vibe sank in deeper.

After endless minutes of his sensual torment, he eased away, his eyes dipping to where he continued to play with the tapered toy. “I hadn’t planned this tonight, but I can’t resist having you this open for me.” He withdrew the vibe from her pussy and moved it lower, gliding it over and around her smaller hole. “Your juices have you well prepared but tell me if it becomes too much and I’ll add some lube.”

The pressure was more than her muscles could resist, and the smallest circle slipped inside.

“Damn, blue and pink are my new favorite colors,” he murmured, twisting the toy a bit as he advanced it to the next ring. “Let’s add some spice.”

Suddenly, the vibe came to life, its intensely powerful vibrations buzzing away in her naughtiest of places.

“Sire,” she breathed, unable to put thoughts together to say much more.

With her head propped on a pillow, and her ass and pussy tilted toward the canopied top, she had a perfect view of what he was doing. Spread shockingly wide and left defenseless against whatever he wanted to do to her, she had no choice except to take what he gave her. Captive to his will, she didn’t mind the least little bit.

As she watched, the third ring disappeared and worked unremittingly, slipping out to ring two then one, before pressing in again. She was really feeling the stretch and whimpered. Not from pain but reasonable apprehension over how many rings he planned to make her take. She’d counted six total, but anything past the halfway point would be unfamiliar territory.

His mouth lowered to her clit again, the circling and sucking of his clever tongue distracting her from the jumbo-sized toy a few inches below it. She felt his teeth and cried out at the same time ring four fully claimed her ass. Stretched to the limit, she became concerned he would go for a fifth.

“How are you doing, pet?”

A smart-ass remark about having the Michelin Man up her ass came to mind, but she bit it back.

Don’t provoke the dom who controls the humongous toy, Olivia.

“It burns, master, and is really tight. I don’t think I can take any more.”

“Four is about what you’d get with me. King sized, if you will, and as much as I planned.”

She blew out a relieved breath. “Thank you, Sire.”

“You’re very welcome, but thank me after I add this.”

She got a glimpse of the metallic egg before he slipped it inside her. It didn’t go far, his knowledgeable fingers pressing it right up against—

Her back bowed and her hips came off the bed, as much as the pillory would allow, as he switched it on. The vibrations against her G-spot took her instantly from needy to feverishly aroused, but that wasn’t enough for him. Nope. The king wanted to play, keeping her on edge but not letting her soar off the cliff just yet.

When she neared climax, he eased off the egg, or reduced the pressure of his tongue. Sometimes he’d do both, or turn on the vibe in her ass. Other times he’d pull back or pull it out—but never all the way—before reintroducing her to its graduated penetration.

There was so much going on between her legs, add to that the extreme position, the restraints and the clamps, double penetration plus Joseph wickedly tonguing her clit that she didn’t know which sensation to focus on and found it impossible to absorb them all at once. She knew that after at least thirty minutes of stimulation overload she couldn’t hold out any longer.

As if from a distance, she heard a panting, grunting moan. The roar in her ears as her climax built made it sound far off, but she knew it could only be her when the begging started.

Rolling her head on the pillows, she cried out, “Mercy, Sire. I can’t take anymore.”

“Then come, my queen, let me hear you scream your ruler’s name.”

Ultimately, the egg on her G-spot was to blame for her coming undone, occurring an instant after he thumbed the wicked oval on high. She bucked, her hips lifting higher off the bed. Her strained legs trembled, her torso twisting as she tried to escape her buzzing tormentors and the ceaseless lash of his wickedly hot tongue. Then, her mouth opened on a soundless wail.

The most intense orgasm in her life seemed to go on forever. After countless seconds, when it gradually abated, leaving a multitude of after-spasms in its wake, he had mercy and switched everything off.

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