Page 19 of Hooked

“You’re angry, Joseph. Maybe this isn’t the best time.”

“I’m not angry. I’m pissed the hell off, but I’m in control or I wouldn’t be here. Now, give me your answer. Do you accept my right to punish you for your abysmal behavior?”

“I—”

“A simple yes or no, sir, is all that is required.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent. No need to count.”

Aswishsounded and a line of scorching heat blazed a trail across her ass from cheek to cheek. She cried out, teetering forward on her precarious perch as much from surprise as from the blistering switch, cane, or whatever the heck it was he’d found in her kitchen.

His hand on her lower back steadied her. “You will receive five more strokes. At that point, if your striped ass has appeased me enough to discuss this, we will. If not, you’ll get a half dozen more.”

Anotherswishpreceded more fire. “Ow, ow, ow!”

“Four more.”

A hiss followed the next stroke as she sucked in air between her teeth at the searing sting it ignited.

“Three.”

Spaced evenly apart, he allowed each blow to flare to a fiery burn. Somehow he knew when the sting eased a bit, only then did the next one land.

As he did with every task, he worked with precision, moving from the top down, covering her entire ass, careful that no strokes forged the same path. When the count was at two, her moan changed to a low keening as the stick—or cane, or whatever the fuck—fell across the crease between her cheek and thigh.

The sixth and final stroke followed shortly, applied an inch below the last, landing on the fleshy part of her thighs. Those last two hurt worst of all.

“Please, Joseph,” she cried out, tears flowing. They were more from shame, however, although the burn gracing her ass and thighs deserved honorable mention at least. “Forgive me. I acted rashly, inexcusably, and you’re right. Out of esteem and respect for you, I owed you so much more.”

The implement fell on the cushion in front of her. She recognized it as the plastic wand from her mini-blinds in the kitchen. As she pictured her bottom marked with his stripes, a fire rivaling the one on her ass stirred to life in her pussy.

He moved behind her, no longer towering over her prostrate form but crouching, his face level with her well-chastised bottom. Joseph’s hands brushed softly over her inflamed cheeks, his mouth spreading gentle kisses in their wake. When his fingers found her drenched with arousal, his lips grazed her heated skin.

“You’re soaking wet,” he groaned against her hot skin. “I must have you again.”

“Take me, master, please.” Belatedly, she realized her error. He hadn’t approved for her to call him that yet. With a name tacked on out in the club, it was expected, but privately, it was special, usually reserved for a committed couple. But in this instance, it seemed right and had come freely from her lips.

Thankfully, he didn’t correct her. Instead, he tilted her backward until her feet touched the floor. Hurriedly, he stripped her jeans and panties down and off. Pushing to his feet, he curled his hand under her knee and cocked it until it rested high along the back of the couch, spreading her unbelievably wide.

A second passed, enough for the crinkle of foil as he gloved up, then his cock thrust into her, bottoming out with the first penetration. With an arm around her waist, the other slid around her chest, grasping the opposite shoulder. He raised her upper body, not upright but at the perfect angle to pump inside her—long, hard, deep—his hips and thighs slapping against her tenderized and punished skin with each thrust.

It was possession, pure and simple. Bound, helpless, spread open for the taking, she had no control and didn’t want any. She wanted Joseph to have total control. Never had she experienced the overwhelming need to submit. Not in years with Vaughn, or with the two doms she’d been with before him. Only in her fantasies had she a dom mastered her so completely—those dreams starring one man.

His hands swept over her belly and breasts. One lingered to roll and tug on a nipple, while the other slid up her chest to her throat. When his hand cupped her jaw, angling her face up and back, he demanded more. “Give me your mouth, pet.”

With his tongue possessing above and his cock firmly embedded below, he pumped into her relentlessly, pushing her toward a looming peak. She was about to soar over the summit when he withdrew. Her orgasm seemingly so close became like an elusive mirage just out of reach. Her cries of frustration filled the room.

His next order sounded in a gruff but determined voice. “Kneel.”

He had to help her up from her awkward position then, on rubbery legs, and with less than her usual grace, she knelt before him. Joseph’s hand fisted in her hair and guided her head back as he brought his cock to her lips. Without being told to, she opened, greedily accepting him as he slid along her tongue.

“Suck,” he demanded.

Her lips immediately closed around him. He glided into her once, twice, and a final time, which is when, with a ferocious growl, he came on her tongue and down her throat. Both hands were in her hair, cradling her head, while Livia lapped and licked him, his body trembling as he came down from his climax. After several long, intimate moments, he withdrew.

“I’m due in Ft. Worth this afternoon, as you know. I’ll be back on Saturday at eleven o’clock. That leaves you approximately forty-eight hours to think about what you want and make a decision.”

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