Page 46 of Hooked

Her head fell back on his shoulder while he kissed and played. Soon, his need for her was a throbbing ache pressing hard against his zipper. He released her wrists from the chains above and linked them behind her back. He further restricted her movement by tugging her bodice down to her waist and her sleeves to her elbows, which trapped her arms next to her body.

Leading her to the throne, he pulled out the padded stool. He then settled into his elaborate chair and took a moment to absorb her beauty.

When she became restless under his scrutiny, he smiled and issued his first of many kingly edicts. “I require entertainment, my queen. Kneel for me.”

She attempted to, struggling with her descent because of her long gown, which essentially hobbled her. His hands shot out, grasping her hips to steady her before she fell flat on her face. Once he’d settled her on the tufted bench, he admired the pretty picture she made—cheeks flushed, clamped nipples now a beautiful berry red, breasts quivering delectably with the rapid rise and fall of her chest. When her tongue slipped out, gliding across her lower lip and wetting it, his smile faded. It was all he could do not to quit the game, throw her to the floor, and fuck her.

“Release my cock, my beautiful queen,” he growled hungrily, “using only your luscious mouth.”

He watched in fascination as she leaned forward and nudged aside the halves of his robe with her chin. Underneath, he wore only trousers. Her head moved to his waistband, but rather than diving right into the button, she opened her mouth and licked his navel. Although not what he’d asked, he allowed her to play, curious to see what his little imp would do next.

His abdomen tightened and his chest filled with a sharply indrawn breath as she moved higher, following the thin line of dark hair from his abdomen to his chest, where she shifted to tongue a nipple.

“You have the body of an Olympian. Long...” She paused to lick. “Lean...” she breathed, catching the small bud between her teeth. “And whipcord strong.”

She applied suction, swirling her tongue first left then right.

“I love how you’re all sinew and lean muscle,” she exclaimed softly, her husky voice making his cock jerk. She moved across his chest to the other side. “Do you swim?”

“I do,” he answered with a low groan, “three times a week.”

“It certainly shows. My king... So. Very. Sexy.” She punctuated each word with torturous swirls of her tongue, taxing his composure.

His hands shot to his trousers, which he unbuttoned and unzipped in a flash. “Stop teasing and suck me.”

Her head came up, and she grinned. “It would be my royal pleasure, Your Majesty.”

Her mouth engulfed him, taking most of his length in one glide. As she pulled off, she angled her head and licked down his length, using the flat of her tongue along the underside. She slid back up, encircling the head round and round. Next, she began sucking, taking him to the back of her throat before withdrawing, nearly coming off all the way, teasing as if she would, but never losing him.

Flipping off the gold circlet, he wove his fingers through the silken strands of her hair. Gathering it in a fist at the back of her head gave him an unobstructed view of his cock gliding in and out of her full, pink lips, her hot, wet mouth applying the perfect amount of suction.

Too soon, the familiar tingling stirred in his balls, signaling he was close. He fought for control, not willing to give in so quickly. He wasn’t a kid anymore, but his sex drive was strong. Livia stirred him like no other woman ever had. If he blew now, he’d be ready for round two within the hour.

His fingers tightened around her head as he pumped his hips to meet her bobbing mouth. He came in a surge of heat, his hips arching off the chair, sending him deeper as he shuddered and shouted his release. Collapsing the next moment, he closed his eyes, savoring the warm, gentle licks of her tongue.

When he had recovered somewhat, he reached for her, hands capturing her beneath the arms and hauling her onto his lap, cuddling her close. “My queen has beauty and a wickedly talented mouth. I am a lucky monarch.”

“Thank you, Sire, for the compliment and for allowing me to polish your royal scepter.” She buried her face in his neck and giggled. Her good mood was infectious and made him chuckle, but he couldn’t allow such sass from a lowly subject and added a teasing swat to her covered backside.

“Oh, Your Highness, when you spank me thusly, you give me a royal flush.” That sent her into peals of laughter.

“You, my pet, are becoming a royal pain in the arse.”

She hooted, mirth-filled tears rolling down her cheeks. “Oh, Your Majesty, that was a jolly good one.”

He shook his head, although he was grinning broadly. Clasping her firmly in his arms, he rose to his feet and strode across the room to the bed. He dropped her carefully, so she landed facedown and not on her still bound hands. She landed with a muffled “oomph.”

The grunt quickly turned into more giggles as she rolled to her side. Breathless, she flipped her hair out of her face, which was glowing, alive with both color and laughter.

With a knee in the mattress, he rolled her closer.

“Let’s lose the gown.” Joseph unhooked her wrist restraints and, in a blink, had the gown undone and off. “Scoot up on the pillows.”

While she did as she was told, he shrugged off his robe, toed off his shoes, and shucked his trousers. Then he followed, stalking her on hands and knees.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but the king’s bed has a special head and footboard.”

She craned her neck back to see. Her brows gathered as she pondered the padded headboard. “I’m probably crazy for asking, but what are the holes for?”

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