Page 49 of Hooked

The reprieve allowed her enough breath to utter raggedly, “Oh, my, freakin’, king!”

Joseph chuckled. The rush of his heated breath on her over-sensitized pussy was nearly too much, producing helpless whimpers. He removed the egg and eased the tapered vibe from her ass. But he wasn’t nearly through.

Kneeling between her thighs, he stroked his cock, ready to fill the void left by one of the toys.

“Where do you want me, pet?” he rasped, as he glided the head of his rampant erection along her slick, swollen lips.

“Inside me,” she barely managed to say.

“Mmm. His Majesty’s choice, then, as it should be.”

In a blink, his considerable length was seated fully inside her pussy. Instead of fucking her hard, like she expected, he stilled, his hands moving to her breasts. “These need to come off, Livia. Ready?”

Even though it had been a while, the feeling was fresh in her mind. “Not really, Sire, but do it anyway.”

Releasing the first clamp had her hissing, but Joseph’s soothing tongue was there, quieting the unavoidable pain. The other went much the same way. He lingered, moving from one hard-tipped breast to the other, licking ever so gently.

“If only they didn’t have to come off, hm?” Lifting his head, he gazed at her, clearly trying to gauge her readiness to continue.

“It’s better now. Thank you.”

With a kiss to each tender peak, he rose above her, nudging into her once more before he withdrew. His hands moved between her thighs and his thumbs spread her lips, slicking his wet cock back and forth over her clit. As she felt another stirring low in her belly, he moved lower. His girth, somewhere between ring three and four, filled her much tighter channel full, but with conscious effort and a shaky breath, she relaxed her bottom and let him sink in.

“That’s my beautiful girl. Take what your master gives you.”

He moved faster, soon pistoning in and out, using her tight ass as he would her pussy. She felt completely dominated by this, the ultimate of intimacies. After a few thrusts, with her overflowing pussy juices providing natural lube, she became consumed by his possession.

The stretch and fullness, enhanced by his constantly strumming thumb reawakening her clit, another orgasm started building.

A wave of ecstasy rolled inexorably toward her. Unable to hold back its force, she cried out, “I’m going to come again, Sire!”

“Come, my queen. By royal decree, I command it.”

If she could have laughed, she would have. Instead, she screamed his name as euphoria crashed over her.

Whether the third, sixth, or one hundredth time, the pleasure he gave her was as gloriously fulfilling as the first. As she hung limply from the headboard, she watched as he experienced his own glory. With his head thrown back, his groan of pleasure became a husky growl in his throat as he came effusively inside her.

Olivia couldn’t help but be moved by the enthralling sight.

Still slightly winded, he withdrew and quickly released her from the pillory. As limp as a dishrag, she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. Thank goodness for his strength and stamina. He rearranged the pillows then her, and followed a quick cleanup, with a deeply relaxing massage of her muscles and joints.

Afterward, they dozed while snuggled together, waking intermittently to share a kiss or a few soft words. Much later, Livia roused from the noises in the hallway—doors shutting, muffled voices, and laughter—clearly, it was closing time.

She stirred, whispering to Joseph, “It must be late. Shouldn’t we go, too?”

“We don’t have to leave just yet.” He rolled her onto her back and came up on an elbow. His usually precise hair stuck out everywhere. She enjoyed seeing him mussed, especially when loving her was the cause, but brushed it off his forehead and finger combed it back into place.

“You’re very handsome. Patrician, one might say. This room suits you.”

He smiled, gazing down at her.

A thought occurred to her. “Can you see me without your Harry Potter glasses?”

He grunted, dropped onto his back, and dragged her on top. His hand went to her behind, which hadn’t felt a single swat all night. She wiggled and pressed against him. His response was a firm squeeze.

“I’m nearsighted, pet. The answer is yes, but I’m usually likened to Harrison Ford in his Professor Jones days, not a boy wizard. I’ll stick with that comparison, if you don’t mind.”

“I thought the same thing the first time I saw you. Professor Jones, it is.” She grinned, her hand moving over his cheek and jaw, stroking the scruff of beard adorning both places. “I can easily see you in a teaching role, you know.”

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