Free Hooked (Decadence Nights Book 1) by Maddie Taylor Page B

weekend, her attire for brunch was still limited to a sundress and sandals, nothing else, Joseph having implemented a no panties rule with dresses. He said being bare would keep her wet and hungry, as he liked. Besides, he’d told her with a wink, a Club Decadence Dom had standards and a reputation to keep.
    Being naked at home with him or under her dress in public made her aware of her body, and her proximity to his. She soon caught on to his plan of using texture and touches to push her body to the very limits of her control. Like when he brushed by her in the kitchen, allowing the coarseness of his trousers to abrade her bare behind. Or, when he pulled her close for a hug or a kiss ensuring that her hard nipples—which had been in a state of perpetual stimulation since he’d left her naked and wanting in her apartment—rubbed the placket of his shirt or caught on a button. Even the few times she’d been allowed to dress, he’d used tactile stimulation to keep her aroused. While out for breakfast, his hand had dipped to her behind and rubbed the material of her dress over her pantyless cheeks. Even when they snuggled on the couch while reading the paper or watching the news, he’d curled her into his side such that his shirtsleeve rubbed across her nipples every time he moved.
    It was driving her mad. Fortunately, he took her often, relieving the edgy build up. The only times that she was ill at ease all weekend, were when he dragged her down to sit perched on his thigh, a position he seemed to favor, but left her uncomfortably aware of the press of her drenched pussy against his pants. When she was allowed to get up, she did so while praying she didn’t leave an embarrassing wet spot.
    She also learned he was extremely visual, and she often found him watching her. He’d admitted to enjoying the sway of her breasts as she moved, admiring the tempting curves of her hips, and what he called her “exquisitely formed ass.” Joseph wanted her close, touching her near constantly when they were in the same room, ordering her closer with a soft, “come here,” if she wandered too far away. He delighted in posing her provocatively if he was occupied with a task, draping her over the counter in the kitchen while he cooked—something else she learned he enjoyed doing. During lunch preparations on Saturday, for example, he picked her up and plopped her bare bottom on the cold granite counter. He positioned her to his liking, leaning her back on her hands, breasts uplifted, and legs spread with her heels to her ass leaving her pussy on blatant display. He’d sliced fresh fruit, playfully placing slices of strawberry on her nipples and kiwi low on her belly. As their omelet was cooking, he’d nibbled each piece off, licking her belly and lingering over her aching tips long after any residue of flavor could have lingered.
    Later that day, while he was taking a phone call in his office, he had her on his lap at his desk. Facing him, with her feet flat on the arm rests, legs splayed wide apart, he pushed her head back until it was resting on his desktop. Then the evil man had put the phone on speaker and proceeded to play with her—fingers and mouth teasing her hard nipples and playing with her clit—while she bit her tongue and tried desperately to hold back her moans. He’d told her to be prepared to surrender if she came to him on her knees that Friday and he hadn’t been joking.
    As much great sex as they had, they were also incredibly intimate on a non-sexual level, snuggling and holding each other close as they talked. At one point she asked Joseph something she’d always wondered. They were lying on the couch in the aftermath of Joseph taking her against the living room wall. Brought on by the simple act of Livvy walking across the room, he’d lifted her until their hips aligned, then with her legs around his waist and her back to the wall, he’d taken her. It was carnal, spontaneous and utterly