Hooked (Decadence Nights Book 1) (11 page)

Pumping his hips to meet her bobbing mouth, he came in a surge of heat, his hips arching off the huge 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 as well as 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 adding 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 rolled down her cheeks. “Oh, Sire, that’s a jolly good one.”

He shook his head, although he was grinning broadly. With her juddering body held firmly in his arms, he rose to his feet, strode across the room and dropped her on the bed, carefully, so she landed face down and not on her still bound hands. She landed with a muffled “oomph”. The grunt quickly turned into a giggle 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 reached out and rolled her closer. “Let’s lose the gown.” Joseph unhooked her wrist restraints and in a blink, he had the gown undone and off. “Scoot up on the pillows.” As she did as ordered, he shrugged off his robe and shucked his trousers, then quickly followed, stalking her on hands and knees.

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

She craned her neck back to see. Her brows gathered as she pondered the six round holes in the padded headboard.

“Let me demonstrate.” He crawled up further and knelt by her head. “Hands above your head.”

Immediately, she raised them. Joseph lifted the upper portion of the panel and captured her wrists in the center two circles. Once it was set back into place, she was restrained.

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

He barked with laughter. “Yeah, 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 in mind, however.”

He crossed to the armoire, opening and closing drawers until he found what he wanted. Back with her quickly, he applied her matching 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 indicating what she thought of his questions. “Do you plan to do this often, Sire? If so, I need to go back to yoga class. My thirty-eight years aren’t leaving me quite as limber as I used to be.”

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

*****

As she lay there, literally folded in half like a taco shell, Livvy thought with amusement that she and Joseph had very different definitions of comfortable. Still she 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 in that?”

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

Obediently, she opened and 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 inside.

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 murmured, pulling it out. His fingers moved to part her pussy lips 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 surveying her so intimately.

Joseph moved the toy to her awaiting channel and guided the tip in. It went easily at first, but as he worked the long graduated vibe past the third ring, it became more challenging, stretching her more as it went. As she tensed, her legs quivering in their restraints, he looked up and captured her gaze. Never losing their visual connection, his mouth opened over her clit and his tongue teased her achy nerve center. Mesmerized by the sight of his lush mouth working 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 entered her bottom with a pop.

“So hot,” he murmured, twisting the toy a bit as he advanced it to the next ring. “Let’s add some spice.” Suddenly, her ass came to life with intensely powerful vibrations that buzzed away in her naughtiest of places.

“Sire,” she breathed. 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 a bit, not from pain, but from trepidation over how many rings he planned for her to take. She’d counted six total, but anymore past this point would be new territory for her.

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 very tight. I don’t think I can take any more.”

“Four was 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 saw the egg just as he slipped it inside her, placing it right up against her G-spot. He switched it on and took her from needy to feverishly aroused, but that wasn’t enough for him. Nope. The king wanted to play, keeping her on the edge, but not letting her soar off the cliff just yet. As she neared a climax, he eased off the egg, or reduced the pressure of his tongue. Sometimes he’d do both, or tease with the vibe in her ass, backing off and pulling out—some, not all the way—before beginning its graduated penetration again.

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 did know 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.”

And she did. Ultimately, the egg on her G-spot was to blame when she came undone, occurring an instant after he thumbed the wicked oval on high. She bucked, her hips coming off the bed as she convulsed in orgasm. Her strained legs trembled as she did so, her torso twisting as she tried to escape her buzzing tormentors and the ceaseless lash of his wickedly hot tongue. Her mouth opened on a soundless wail.

It seemed to go on forever, but eventually, after countless minutes, it abated, leaving only after-spasms in its wake. He switched off the vibes. The reprieve allowed her the 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. Mercifully, he removed the egg and eased the tapered vibe from her ass. But he wasn’t nearly through. Joseph knelt between her thighs, ready to fill a void left by one of the toys.

“Where do you want me, pet?” he rasped, as his cock slicked along her swollen lips.

“Inside me,” she barely managed to say.

“Mm, good answer. His Majesty’s choice, it is.” In a blink, his cock was fully seated in her pussy. But he stilled, while embedded deeply, his hands moving to her breasts. “These need to come off, Livvy. Ready?”

“Not really,” she remember this was the hard part, “but do it anyway.”

Releasing the first clamp had her arching and hissing, but Joseph’s soothing tongue was there to quiet 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 state of play.

“It’s better now, Sire. Thank you.” With a kiss to each tender peak, he canted his hips, 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 further.

“That’s my beautiful girl, take me. Take all I have to give you.”

He moved faster, soon pistoning in and out, using her tight ass as he would her pussy. She felt completely dominated with this, the ultimate of intimacies. After a few thrusts, with her juices providing natural lube, she became consumed by his possession, the stretch and the fullness inciting her arousal, enhanced by his thumb strumming and reawakening her clit. 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 pure 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, throwing his head back and roaring as he came effusively inside her. It was a beautiful sight.

He was still slightly winded when he moved off her and released her from the pillory. She was as limp as a dishrag, as he massaged her muscles and joints. Afterward, they dozed, snuggled together, waking intermittently to share a kiss or a few soft words. Much later, Livvy 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?”

“It’s closing time most likely, but we don’t have to leave just yet.” He rolled her onto her back, coming up on an elbow, his usually precise hair disheveled, parted in deep furrows from her fingers. She brushed it back off his forehead, finger combing it into place.

“You’re very handsome, patrician one might say. This room suites you.”

He smiled, gazing down at her.

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