Page 15 of Hooked

The thought of the long, narrow bamboo or rattan rod snapping sharply against her bottom, leaving marks placed there by Joseph’s will and design, a tangible sign of his possession sent a rush of liquid heat to her pussy. Near mad with desire, she rocked back against his wickedly arousing mouth.

He chuckled softly; the sensation sending a shiver up her spine.

“Please, sir,” she gasped.

“That is my aim.”

His words coincided with the swat of his hand against the swell of her right cheek. It had been an eternity since her last spanking. For it to be happening again, at last, by Joseph’s firm hand, was a fantasy come true. The muscles low in her belly tightened and her clit pulsed with need. A few more and she’d lose control.

When another smack fell, this time on her left cheek, Livia tossed her head back, flipping her hair out of her face, gasping for air as she tried not to come.

Three more, slightly harder, struck in quick succession on one side, followed by a trio of identical swats on the other.

“Joseph, sir, I can’t wait.”

“You’re ready to come already, pet?”

Two upward strokes landed full on the lowermost curve of her cheek, the heel of his hand falling dangerously near her pussy lips. The rippling energy shot straight through to her clit.

“Yes, I can’t”—she gasped and swallowed as another upward stroke fell—“hold it back.”

A duo of identical upstrokes fell on the other side as he urged, “Don’t. I want to see you come apart as I spank your exquisite ass.”

He laid into her, then, not overly hard but fast and low enough to catch her sit spots and upper thighs. The repeated blows reverberated through her pussy and the inflamed, hair-trigger nerves inside. He followed that with one smack dead center on her wet lips.

She shuddered violently as her orgasm ripped through her. It went on and on as waves of bliss radiated outward, coursing up her belly to her painfully taut nipples and down her thighs to her toes. All of it emanated from the hand now, focusing directly over her clit as he repeatedly swatted her wet, swollen, and highly sensitized skin.

As her climax receded, the sensation was too much, and she twisted, trying to get away. But he was the dominant and in control of her and her pleasure. His arm snaked around her waist, holding her still. The relentless hand stopped though, replaced by gentle fingers gliding through and into her wetness.

It wasn’t long until the need built again.

“Perfect,” he murmured as he moved into place behind her. She heard a wrapper crinkle an instant before the smooth head of his cock moved over her sensitive skin. The next instant, he sank into her.

Joseph’s cock was commensurate to the rest of him—freaking immense—and stretched her to her limits. He’d prepared her well, though, and despite his above average proportions and how long it had been since she’d been with a man, he sank deep until he filled her completely. The sensations of his body pressed against her tingling, freshly spanked cheeks, being possessed more fully than ever before, and by Joseph, who she’d longed to take her like this for oh-so long, reignited her passion to a fever pitch.

His fingers curved around her hips, holding her still for his possession as he moved inside her. He started out slow and easy, but soon his harsh breathing mingled with her soft moans. Pulling her back to meet each forward thrust, soon, he was pumping furiously. The sound of their skin smacking together echoed loudly throughout the bedroom.

It was glorious, and she couldn’t hold off any longer.

When her second climax claimed her, the harsh cries of his first soon followed. The masculine sound of satisfaction washed over her and filled her with warmth. That she could bring him such pleasure pleased her as a woman, but even more so as a submissive.

He stilled, his cock planted deep inside for several bliss-filled seconds, before sliding out a fraction only to return, sheathing and filling her once more. Damp with sweat, her hair clinging to her face, she listened to his rapid breathing behind her.

Smiling in contentment, she reveled in the feel of him, still rigid inside her. Never had she come so hard or felt so utterly dominated before. At that moment, her infatuation and unrequited longing morphed into love. Heck, who was she kidding? It had been love for a very long time.

A nagging thought crept into her consciousness. What if he didn’t feel the same?

Joseph pulled out and left the bed, disappearing into the bathroom briefly. When he returned, he rolled her limp form onto her side and spooned against her back. The restraints strained her arms in this position. As his hand rose and checked them, her head tilted to watch.

“Too tight?” he asked.

“No, sir, but the slack is gone. We must have slid down.”

Easily, with one arm, he scooted her toward the headboard until her elbows bent and her arms rested comfortably on the pillow in front of her.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you, sir.”

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