Page 47 of Hooked

“Let me show you.” He crawled up farther and knelt by her head. “Arms up.”

Immediately, she raised them. Joseph lifted the upper portion of the panel and captured her wrists in the center two circles. Once he slid it back into place, they weren’t going anywhere.

“It’s a pillory. Also, common to the Tudor era. Usually it’s set out in the town square, but for our purposes, someone cleverly incorporated it into the bed.” He lay down beside her and began stroking her body slowly all over. “Much more comfortable, don’t you think?”

“I thought that was a stock.”

“No, a pillory usually involves the feet as well.”

He smiled when she lifted her head and eyed the footboard at least a foot shy of her own two feet.

“It appears they designed it for a taller sub than me or with a man in mind.” She glanced up at him. “Perhaps the king?”

He barked with laughter. “The day I’m hand and foot in a pillory is the day I abdicate my throne. The middle section is adjustable, so it can accommodate pipsqueak subs like you.” He rolled off the bed. “I have another method that’s less involved, however.”

He crossed to the armoire, opening and closing drawers until he found what he wanted. Back with her quickly, he applied ankle cuffs. With the fingers of one hand tucked in the leather restraints, he lifted her legs, bending her almost double as he found the velvet loops at the upper posts. With the help of a quick release clasp, he easily had her legs spread and linked to the top corners.

He sat back and admired his handiwork. “Comfy, my queen?”

She snorted, wordlessly telling him what she thought of his questions. “Do you plan to do this often? If so, I’ll need to resume my yoga classes. I’m not as limber as I used to be.”

Serious now, he leaned over her, meeting her gaze steadily. “Is that a yes or a no, Livia? I don’t want you strained or in pain.”

Chapter 12

AS SHE LAY THERE, FOLDEDin half like a taco shell, her ass and all her girly parts open for business, Livia realized she and Joseph had very different definitions of comfortable. Still, she saw his concern and promptly answered, “Comfy enough, master.”

“Good. I don’t want undue pressure on any joints or cramped muscles. On the other hand, I wouldn’t want you to be too comfortable. What would be the fun of that?”

Livia watched as, with a killer grin, Joseph rolled his long, lean body to the side, retrieved something from the nightstand, and rolled back. When he came to his knees beside her, he held a very long, graduated vibe with a handle. Moving the toy to her lips, he ordered, “Lick.”

Obediently, she touched the tip of her tongue to the toy, swirling it around the end. He hummed with approval.

“Although you’re likely wet enough, the sight of this blue toy between your lips will help your king get a second wind.” He changed the angle of the toy and murmured, “Suck,” as he slid it into her mouth.

The taste of silicone was much less pleasant than the taste of Joseph, but she did her best to lubricate the large toy since she knew it was going into one of her nether places.

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