Hooked: Club Decadence Book 7, page 13
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?”
“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, FOLDED in 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.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised before pulling it out. In her folded position, he didn’t have to move to reach her pussy. Gentle fingers held her open, and he slid the slick head over her clit. It was more than enough to make her juices pool, although her wide-open, heels-over-head contortionist position had done a fine job with that, as did his ardent gaze devouring her so intimately.
Joseph changed the angle again and moved it back, dipping the tip into her center hole. He twirled it, making it extra wet then advanced it. The first two rings went in easily, but as he worked the ever-widening circles inside her, it became more challenging. By ring four, she tensed, her legs quivering in their restraints.
He looked up and captured her gaze.
“Color?”
“Green, Sire. But I don’t know for how much longer.”
Never losing their visual connection, he bent and licked her clit. Mesmerized by the sight of his lush mouth and agile tongue moving over her intimate flesh, she barely noticed as the large vibe sank in deeper.
After endless minutes of his sensual torment, he eased away, his eyes dipping to where he continued to play with the tapered toy. “I hadn’t planned this tonight, but I can’t resist having you this open for me.” He withdrew the vibe from her pussy and moved it lower, gliding it over and around her smaller hole. “Your juices have you well prepared but tell me if it becomes too much and I’ll add some lube.”
The pressure was more than her muscles could resist, and the smallest circle slipped inside.
“Damn, blue and pink are my new favorite colors,” he murmured, twisting the toy a bit as he advanced it to the next ring. “Let’s add some spice.”
Suddenly, the vibe came to life, its intensely powerful vibrations buzzing away in her naughtiest of places.
“Sire,” she breathed, unable to put thoughts together to say much more.
With her head propped on a pillow, and her ass and pussy tilted toward the canopied top, she had a perfect view of what he was doing. Spread shockingly wide and left defenseless against whatever he wanted to do to her, she had no choice except to take what he gave her. Captive to his will, she didn’t mind the least little bit.
As she watched, the third ring disappeared and worked unremittingly, slipping out to ring two then one, before pressing in again. She was really feeling the stretch and whimpered. Not from pain but reasonable apprehension over how many rings he planned to make her take. She’d counted six total, but anything past the halfway point would be unfamiliar territory.
His mouth lowered to her clit again, the circling and sucking of his clever tongue distracting her from the jumbo-sized toy a few inches below it. She felt his teeth and cried out at the same time ring four fully claimed her ass. Stretched to the limit, she became concerned he would go for a fifth.
“How are you doing, pet?”
A smart-ass remark about having the Michelin Man up her ass came to mind, but she bit it back.
Don’t provoke the dom who controls the humongous toy, Olivia.
“It burns, master, and is really tight. I don’t think I can take any more.”
“Four is about what you’d get with me. King sized, if you will, and as much as I planned.”
She blew out a relieved breath. “Thank you, Sire.”
“You’re very welcome, but thank me after I add this.”
She got a glimpse of the metallic egg before he slipped it inside her. It didn’t go far, his knowledgeable fingers pressing it right up against—
Her back bowed and her hips came off the bed, as much as the pillory would allow, as he switched it on. The vibrations against her G-spot took her instantly from needy to feverishly aroused, but that wasn’t enough for him. Nope. The king wanted to play, keeping her on edge but not letting her soar off the cliff just yet.
When she neared climax, he eased off the egg, or reduced the pressure of his tongue. Sometimes he’d do both, or turn on the vibe in her ass. Other times he’d pull back or pull it out—but never all the way—before reintroducing her to its graduated penetration.
There was so much going on between her legs, add to that the extreme position, the restraints and the clamps, double penetration plus Joseph wickedly tonguing her clit that she didn’t know which sensation to focus on and found it impossible to absorb them all at once. She knew that after at least thirty minutes of stimulation overload she couldn’t hold out any longer.
As if from a distance, she heard a panting, grunting moan. The roar in her ears as her climax built made it sound far off, but she knew it could only be her when the begging started.
Rolling her head on the pillows, she cried out, “Mercy, Sire. I can’t take anymore.”
“Then come, my queen, let me hear you scream your ruler’s name.”
Ultimately, the egg on her G-spot was to blame for her coming undone, occurring an instant after he thumbed the wicked oval on high. She bucked, her hips lifting higher off the bed. Her strained legs trembled, her torso twisting as she tried to escape her buzzing tormentors and the ceaseless lash of his wickedly hot tongue. Then, her mouth opened on a soundless wail.
The most intense orgasm in her life seemed to go on forever. After countless seconds, when it gradually abated, leaving a multitude of after-spasms in its wake, he had mercy and switched everything off.
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.
