In Her Majesty's Secret Service

By Shakyala
Summary: This is a story from Joseph's POV regarding a special service he provided to his Queen.
Rating: MA Adult material. If you are underage, you should go read another story.
Disclaimer: The owners of these characters would NEVER allow them the fun that I do, and I do it all for FREE!!

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Chapter 3

The next time he had received a call, he had been rather surprised. It was the night of the State dinner. He had heard that things had not gone well. Mia was in tears when he had driven her home that evening; and the Queen had already been in her suite when he had returned. He had wanted to go to her that night; but hadn’t been able to think of an acceptable reason to be seen going to her suite so late at night. His heart had been heavy thinking of how sad and disappointed the two most important women in his life were that night. He had wanted to ease their pain; but had been at a loss as to how to do so. Mia feared taking hold of her destiny and the Queen feared letting hers slip through her tight grasp. It was an ironic twist of fate. Life was not turning out for either of them how they expected.

The rest of the evening had been unexpected as well…

He had been in his room about thirty minutes when the call came. Her voice was very quiet when she spoke, “Joseph, I know it’s late. Could you please come to my suite?”

“Is everything alright, your Majesty?” She sounded withdrawn.

“I…I just find myself…in need of a friend.”

“Certainly, your Majesty. I’ll be right there – just give me a moment to get dressed.”

There was an urgency in her voice, “Joseph, please, just pull on a robe or something. I feel so…alone. I haven’t felt this discouraged since…well, in a long time. Please…”

Her words spurred him into action. He remembered all too well the despair the Queen had experienced after learning of her youngest son’s death. He had promised right then

that he would never let her sink that deep again. He knew she was far from that dark point tonight; but also realized the disappointment from this evening’s events could be a catalyst to send her down a road that neither of them wanted to traverse again. “I’ll be right there. I’ll enter through the secret passage – so don’t be alarmed.”

“Thank you, Joseph.” With those words, their connection ended.

Moments later, he emerged from behind the bookshelf in her bedroom suite. He noted immediately that it felt rather warm in her room. He wasn’t sure if that was how she normally kept it (although he didn’t recall it being that warm several days ago when they had shared some private time), or if something was wrong with the system. He made a mental note to check that out tomorrow. Her prone form was stretched across the large bed. He legs were crossed at the ankles and she was still in her gown from dinner. Her arm rested over her forehead. The only light in the room came from the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Despite the circumstances, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful and picturesque she looked framed in the light. He willed his thoughts and body back into control and forced his mind to focus on the task at hand…distracting and/or supporting his Queen – whatever she chose. He wanted to remind her that one bad state dinner would not be enough to turn the people in the room against Mia and would not, he believed, be enough to deter Mia from following her destiny. He had heard rumors of what a disaster the Queen’s first state dinner had been; and she had turned out to be an amazing Queen. He had no doubts that Mia would follow in her Grandmother’s elegant footsteps.

He watched her for a few more moments before quietly teasing, “I’ve always wondered what you slept in. In all of my fantasies, however, I never imagined you slept in one of your evening or ball gowns.” He waited then, holding his breath, to see if she took the bait.

Her arm moved and her mouth turned up slightly at one corner, “And do you think, dear Joseph, that it is proper to fantasize about what your Queen sleeps in?”

“Probably not,” he chuckled, “but that certainly didn’t stop me from doing it! And, might I add, those dreams have been harder to control of late – especially having been privy to the soft woman underneath.”

Her smile grew as she responded to his compliment referring to the two special encounters they had shared in the past few weeks.

To emphasize his point, he gently uncrossed her ankles and let his hand run lightly over her legs and up to her thighs. He then traced the bodice of her dress. He could have sworn that she held her breath as his fingers grazed lightly over the blue material that attempted to conceal the swell of her breasts. He purposely slowed his movements over that portion of her anatomy. He loved watching her nipples harden in response to his touch. Even more than that, he was quickly becoming addicted to the sexy noises that would emit from her sweet throat as her body responded This time, he was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath followed by a, “Oh…Joseph…”

He smiled and his hand moved to the gentle curve of her neck and then up to caress her cheek. His thumb brushed across her slightly parted lips. Her eyes opened to meet his. The twinkle in his eyes matched the timbre of his voice as he asked, “I suppose that was improper of me as well?”

She took his hand and pulled gently so he was now sitting beside her on the bed. “Mmhm…most improper. I fear, however, that it would be more improper not to finish what you just started.” Her hands went to the sash of his robe and gently worked the knot until it fell free and his bare chest became exposed to her touch. She returned his earlier favor by paying special attention to the sensitive areas on his chest. Her nails, he learned that night, could elicit a unique contrast of pleasure and pain.

She finished her teasing and pulled him down on top of her. Their mouths collided with a fierce need. Her need for distraction and his need to know and explore everything there was about her. His tongue demanded entrance into her mouth. Less timid than before, she eagerly welcomed the intrusion as her arms encircled his neck, caressing and exploring. One of his arms went to support some of his weight so her body would not bear the full brunt of it, while the other found her bottom and pressed her softness even further into his welcoming embrace. Their mouths continued to enjoy the taste and feel of each other. Finally surfacing for air, Joseph broke the kiss and directed his attention to the small portion of her neck to which the dress allowed access.

“Oh Joseph…Ah yes…more…”

He eagerly complied with her request as he settled himself between the material that covered her now separated legs. His mouth left her neck to capture the distended nipples through their sheer covering. He was rewarded with a deep moan followed by her arms wrapping around him again and her nails biting into his flesh each time he nipped or sucked on a berried tip.

He used his hands to begin sliding the material of her dress up her legs. His hands skimmed over the hose until they encountered the smooth flesh of her thighs. She lifted herself enough to allow him to bunch the material around her waist, allowing him unhindered access to her lower body. As his hands skimmed her inner thighs, he could feel her pulse racing under his touch. He adjusted his body and began placing feather-light kisses on the inside of her thighs. Slowly, he worked his way closer to her heated core.

As he moved closer, he picked up her scent – it was intoxicating. He alternated between sides – kissing, tasting moving ever closer to the goal of his first taste of her sweet center. He was rewarded with a low moan from her as he licked the flesh just above the hose attached to her garter and felt her body undulate slowly in response to the need he was creating deep within her. He was so fixated on his sense of smell and taste that he didn’t notice her body shifting slightly. It wasn’t until he felt her hand on his cheek just before his mouth was to come into contact with her satin-clad core that he realized she had sat up.

His eyes opened to find her staring intently into his. He was so drunk with her scent, that he almost missed the slight shaking of her head indicating that he should not continue. His eyes found hers in an effort to determine if he had misunderstood. In the blue depths, he saw that she was not comfortable with the next steps he was getting ready to take. He closed his eyes as it was he this time that was battling the inner struggle. He knew if he pushed it, there was a good chance that she would find the experience very enjoyable; however, there was also a chance that there was a reason…perhaps from her past…that prompted her to stop him. He didn’t want to betray the trust they had been building over the past few weeks – she had taken great strides in exploring and expanding her sexuality. He decided he would talk to her about it later and try to encourage her to take this next step with him. His eyes opened and found hers again, “As you wish.”

He placed one last kiss on her inner thigh before moving up to capture her mouth in a kiss while his hand moved under her panties to caress her curls. He mirrored the action of his tongue in her mouth with his fingers in her heated core. In his own way, he wanted to show her what pleasure he could be giving her with his mouth. In and out, circling at an ever increasing pace; the double assault on her senses left her writhing under his expert touch. The heat in the room coupled with the fire they were generating created a fine sheen of perspiration on both of their bodies.

Clarisse finally broke the kiss as she neared her climax. “Oh my god…Joseph…almost there…oh…” The last words ripped from her throat just before the explosion of sensation overtook her body. Her lower body bucked as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her slick heat. He watched with awe as her body abandoned all pretense of rational thought, her arms and hands seeking whatever they could to hold onto as the rest of her body rode the tidal wave of pure feeling. He had to fight to control his body as he watched her reactions. Finally, her body calmed some. She tugged on the collar of her gown, “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”

He chuckled as he responded, “Perhaps a bit of both. I have a solution, though. I’ll be right back.”

Before she could say anything, he slipped out of the room. He wasn’t gone long, though. He returned with a small container which he set on the bedside table. He helped her to a sitting position and unzipped her gown. Finally, he removed her baby blue undergarments and lowered her back to the bed. “Close your eyes, please.”

She seemed hesitant as she had no idea what he was going to do next; but she complied. Before returning to a prone position on the bed, she smiled and asked, “You don’t have spiders or some other insect in there, do you?”

He kissed her before whispering, “You trust me, don’t you?”

She lay down, closed her eyes and smiled, “God help me, I do.” She followed her statement with a deep breath and her now trademark licking of the lips. He smiled inwardly as he knew she was displaying a great deal of trust. He removed an item from the bucket and caressed her lips, jaw, and throat and began moving towards her cleavage.

Her eyes opened as the contrast of the heat of her body and the coolness of the ice combined. He moved the ice back up to her lips and gently traced them with the cube. “That should help with the heat, hmm?”

She licked the cool water from her lips, “Oh yes, much better. Thank you.”

He brought the ice to her lips again; but this time, he lowered his lips to lick the cool liquid from their surface. He repeated the action on her neck and finally on her breasts. Each time he cooled her skin with the ice, he followed it with warm kisses. When the ice came in contact with her nipples, she gasped and reached for his hand. “Very cold!”

He didn’t say a word, but covered the cool, erect nipple with his mouth and sucked as he swirled his tongue around it. “Ahhh…” was all she could say as her hands went to his head, subtly guiding him in his endeavors. As he paid attention to her breasts with his mouth, the ice continued its journey downward. He let a small pool of water collect in her naval before lowering his head to lap it gently with his tongue.

Her hands were smoothing the fringe of hair and lightly scraping his shoulders with her nails as he paid homage to her body with fire and ice. He retrieved another cube of ice from the container and let a few drops of the melting cube fall onto her already damp curls. She watched with fascination as he sucked some of the water from the cube and then lowered it towards the center of the fire that was now burning deep within her again. She instinctively separated her legs to allow him access.

He settled himself cross-legged between her legs. He pulled her legs so they were resting comfortably over his. He couldn’t imagine a more intimate view of a woman he was falling more in love with every day. He knew he shouldn’t…knew he couldn’t…but he was anyway. He knew that getting his hopes up would only lead to heartache; but he found himself powerless to stop it. He inwardly shook himself from his thoughts and used the ice to follow the path that his mouth had followed earlier. Her legs quivered…he wasn’t certain if it was from the cold or from anticipation. She gasped as the ice touched her hot core. He covered her entire sex with the frozen liquid – enjoying her alternating intakes of breath and releasing it as the ice cooled her externally, but stoked the fire internally.

When the ice was gone, he moved her legs so they were on either side of his body. He rose to his knees and moved into position over her. He took both of her hands and placed them on her chest. Without further preamble, he groaned with relief as he buried himself deep within her body. Her eyes were closed, but there was a satisfied look on her face as she finally had what she had craved all evening. He remained still, allowing her body to adjust. In one last surprise move, he reached for both of her ankles and lifted her legs so they were on other side of his head. He placed kisses on each of her ankles before placing them on his shoulders. He skimmed his hands down her long legs and then positioned them to provide some leverage as he began to move in and out of her.

The angle of his penetration along with the tightness created by the positioning of her legs created a friction that neither had experienced before. He continued thrusting into her body and found his desire spiked as her passion rose and she began to caress her own breasts in response to the mounting desire from deep within her soul.

They lost touch with reality as neither knew who the sounds of pleasure were emanating from. The frenzied movements continued as the temperature in the room continued to rise in conjunction with their passion. As he neared his climax, he grasped her ankles yet again and separated her legs further to allow him more freedom of movement. The change was enough to push them both over the edge

“Oh god…Joseph.”


He released her legs and collapsed onto her body as they floated down from their volcanic eruption. Both of their bodies were covered with moisture from their efforts. Joseph rolled over next to her and asked, “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”

It was her turn to laugh, “It seems to me that whenever I’m alone with you, the temperature seems to rise…so perhaps it is you.”

He rolled onto his side and kissed her forehead, “Feel a little better?”

“Mmhm a lot better. Thank you. I had just hoped that this evening would go better.”

He feigned hurt, “So you weren’t pleased with my service?”

“Oh, I was most definitely pleased with your service, Joseph, as always. I was referring to earlier this evening.”

“I know. I was just teasing you. Rumor has it that your first State Dinner didn’t go very well either, your Majesty…something to do with the suckling pig?”

She sighed, “You’re right, of course. I guess I was just hoping for an easier time for Amelia. She seemed very upset and I’m afraid I didn’t make matters any better by trying to lighten the mood by laughing at the fiasco she created at the end of the dinner. I’m afraid I hurt her terribly by my actions.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to her. Perhaps some bonding time? You’ve spent almost every waking hour since you’ve met her giving lessons and grooming her to fulfill her responsibilities. I’m thinking some time to get to know your granddaughter in a relaxed setting might be time well spent.”

She perked up at the thought of getting to know her granddaughter on a more personal level, “Yes – yes, I will do that. Tomorrow I’ll see if I can arrange something. Thank you…again…Joseph.”

He kissed her gently on the lips, “You’re welcome. May I ask you something?”

“Anything,” she responded, smiling.

“Why did you stop me earlier?” He was hoping she knew specifically to what he was referring.

Her smile disappeared, “I…I’m just not ready.” She let out a slow breath. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I believe, unless I’m seriously mistaken, that you’ve done many things in the past few weeks that you’ve never done before. Why is this so different?” He asked, secretly hoping that he was not wrong in his assumptions. He selfishly wanted so many of her firsts to be with him.

“It just is. It is a highly intimate act that you want me to participate in; and, might I add that you still refuse to call me by my first name. You expect me to share even more of myself…yet you won’t even give me the simplest gift of familiarity…calling me by my name.”

He knew she had him. “I know. I’m sorry. I promise…soon.” He pulled her into his embrace and just held her, “soon.”