Page 25 of Hooked

“Good girl. Now, raise your skirt high and spread those lovely thighs nice and wide.” The hem was already at her hips, so she tugged it over her behind and moved her thighs apart another inch.

A moment later, he made it clear it wasn’t enough. “Wider,” he ordered.

This time, she rucked it up all the way to her waist, exposing her bare, uh... She couldn’t think the naughty word he’d used but spread as wide as she could go without toppling over.

“Very nice. Reach back and grasp your ankles.”

Arched and vulnerable to him, she held her breath as Joseph crouched in front of her.

“Were you a good pet while I was away? Or did you give in to temptation and dip your disobedient subbie fingers into your honey pot as soon as I was out of sight?”

“I was a good girl, master.”

He reached out and ran his hand softly down her cheek. Moving to her mouth, he stroked her lower lip with his long middle finger.

“Suck it. Make it nice and wet.”

Imagining where that finger would go next, it was all she could do to keep from jumping him and begging him to take her now. But that would never do and would most likely earn her more sexually frustrated waiting. Her lips closed around his long broad finger, and she sucked as bidden, her tongue swirling round and round as she made it wet.

He pulled out with a little pop, which surprised her. No more so than when he lowered his hand to her nipple and ringed it slowly, transferring the wetness.

“This is how I want you when I tell you to kneel. I’m strict with my rules, Olivia. Just like here at work. If you are disobedient, I’ll punish you. However, when you obey, I’ll reward you with more pleasure than you’ve ever dreamed of. Can you handle that? Is that what you want?”

“God, yes!”

His fingers tweaked her nipple firmly at her error. “What was that?”

“God, yes, Master Joseph, that’s what I want.”

He chuckled. “Close enough.”

His hand found her bare pussy. “Ah, you’re bare and soaking wet. Such a good girl for remembering. It’s funny, our brains sometimes get us in trouble, for whatever reason trying to control our reactions, telling our lips to lie or attempting to hide our emotions behind a false persona or mask, but some involuntary responses are beyond its control. Take sexual excitement, for example: flushed cheeks, accelerated breathing, hard nipples, a pussy drenched with honey. All involuntary, thank goodness, making it so our bodies can’t lie.” His fingers slid through her wetness, pressing more firmly when they reached her clit and circling it slowly, all the while watching her intently.

“Are you hungry, baby?”

“Starving, master.”

He chuckled again. “You’re beautiful in your submission. You’re also very obedient. This pleases me. I believe I mentioned a reward for good behavior. Would you like that now?”

“Yes, please.”

“Come to the couch.”

She started to get up and follow him as he walked away, but over his shoulder, he corrected her assumption. “No, pet, I want you to crawl.”

She sucked in a shocked breath. No one had asked that of her—ever.

But she wanted to submit, and that meant obeying. She also wanted pleasure beyond her dreams, as he’d promised. After the last twenty-four hours when her body had been rife with need, wanting him and desperately craving release, she wanted that more than anything.

Resigning herself to a new level of submission, she crawled on her hands and knees to where he sat in the middle of his large tufted tweed—yes, tweed—couch.

As she moved toward him, he shrugged out of his jacket and stripped off his tie. Despite her undignified position, Livia felt empowered, her body undulating as she crept slowly forward beneath his unwavering, hungry gaze. She suppressed a grin as he tossed his immaculate clothing heedlessly toward the armrest. Her usually fastidious boss, paying no attention as they fell haphazardly to the floor.

Settling back, he spread his legs, patting his thighs.

She crawled right between them and up into his lap, rubbing against the hard bulge in his trousers as she did so. His hands moved her along by gripping handfuls of her voluptuous ass and guiding her until she straddled him. Joseph’s head fell back against the couch as he looked up at her.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

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