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!!

Amazing Beta who keeps my commas and tenses straight (and other occasional errors): RevSue!!!!

Chapter 4: Restitution

Joseph lay back against the sheets. Their next encounter had been…well, there weren’t words that could do it justice. It started out with a very different emotion than they usually started their encounters with – it started with…anger.

He heard from the maids that she had returned to the consulate in a police car. He had not been pleased when she took his advice to the extreme to spend some time bonding with her granddaughter in a relaxed setting. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined them exploring San Francisco on their own – with Amelia driving no less. He wasn’t angry because she did it, he was angry…well he was angry because she went without him, without telling him, and without any regard for her or Amelia’s safety. He had driven the staff crazy that day worrying about her; and poor Charlotte…well, suffice it to say she had borne the brunt of his unhappiness.

He had finished the final security rounds and retired to his suite for a quiet evening to try to calm his thoughts before seeing her the next day. He was surprised when he heard a knock on his door. He opened the door quickly to find out who from the staff would dare disturb him knowing his current mood. Charlotte was on the other side of the door and she looked as though she would rather be any place but at his door right then. She spoke quickly, “Her Majesty wishes to see you in her private suite.”

“Well, I don’t wish to see her.” He obviously still had some frustration to work out.

“Look, Joe. I understand you’re upset with her; but it doesn’t change the fact that she is your Queen and she requests your presence. And, for the record, in the future – you might want to find someone besides your co-workers on whom to take out your frustrations.” She turned to leave.

“Charlotte – wait!” He called after her. She stopped and turned. He took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I was angry and I was worried…but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you – or the rest of the staff. Forgive me?”

Charlotte softened a bit. She knew that he had been spending a lot of alone time with the Queen and expected that there was more going on there than anyone else knew and certainly more than either of them would confess. “Only if you promise to go right away to see her AND if you promise not to do it again.” She smiled a bit at the end of her statement.

He returned her smile, grateful for her forgiveness. He had no desire to be at odds with Charlotte as he was sure that he would need her to keep certain confidences in the future. “Agreed on both points.”

She nodded her head and turned to move back towards the main consulate area leaving him to see to the Queen in her private suite. He was still upset; but he knew that it would do no good to avoid her – she was the Queen and if she wanted to see him tonight – then so be it.

He arrived at her suite dressed in his customary black pants and shirt. He opted to leave the tie and jacket in the room as he was technically off-duty. She opened the door and invited him in. She was wearing black dress pants with a black sweater that zipped up the front. He was unable to tell what, if anything, was under the sweater. He refocused his emotions from thinking about what might be underneath back to how unhappy he was with her at the moment. “You wished to see me, your Majesty?”

She was positively beaming, “Yes, Joseph, please come in.” She turned and led the way into the sitting room. “I was surprised that I didn’t see you when I arrived back at the consulate this evening.”

He took a standard body guard stance with his legs shoulder width apart and his arms behind his back, staring at a point on the wall just behind her, “It was late, your Majesty, my duty shift had ended.” He added somewhat under his breath. “…not that it mattered.”

She turned from the fireplace to face him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that last part.”

“Nothing, your Majesty. Was there something you needed?” He desperately wanted to get out of there before she heard him say something he would regret. He didn’t know what had gotten into him…he had just bordered on being insubordinate.

Her smile was radiant as she spoke, “Yes. I wanted to thank you for suggesting that I have some quality time with Mia. I had a wonderful time and I really feel like I’m getting to know my granddaughter.”

He had to fight to keep his mouth clamped shut as the responses running through his head would not have been received well. Before he could come up with an acceptable response that would sound sincere, her face turned concerned. “Joseph? What’s wrong? You seem upset.”

He exhaled slowly. “Permission to speak freely, your Majesty?”

She seemed taken aback, “Of course, Joseph. When have you ever needed permission to speak freely?”

He took another deep breath and phrased his question carefully, “Please help me understand what possessed you to go out alone…ALONE, your Majesty, with Amelia. I or any of the other security personnel would have been happy to escort you.”

She stopped short for a moment, then took a deep breath and phrased her response carefully as well, “You.”

Now he was taken aback, “I beg your pardon, your Majesty. Me?”

She was smiling again, “You asked what possessed me…the answer is you.”

“I fail to see…” before he could finish his response, she invaded his personal space. She placed a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes with a twinkle in hers.

“I was feeling…rather adventurous.” She punctuated her statement by circling his body and letting her hand follow creating a trail of fire in his body in its wake. As she rounded back towards the front, her hand dropped to glide over his bottom.

She leaned in and whispered next to his ear, “And that…is because of you.”

She stepped back and pulled herself up straight and smiled the smile that always melted his heart, “So did that answer your question?”

He smiled a bit, “Perhaps.”

“Good! So are you going to stay angry with me?”

“You had me very worried, your Majesty. I drove myself…and everyone else in the consulate… crazy this afternoon. I believe that you should make that up to me.”

She shot him one of her trademark glances that said, ‘oh really…I should, should I?’ “And how do you propose I do that, my diligent head of security?”

His smile widened, “Well, you said you were feeling adventurous. Perhaps you could demonstrate for me exactly how adventurous you are?” He was definitely baiting her now. He knew she never would step back from a challenge.

True to form, she took the bait, “Perhaps I will. I must be assured, however, that once I demonstrate…all will be forgiven?”

“It is my duty as Head of Security to protect you; you kept me from my duty today. However, even security personnel can be forgiving if proper restitution is made.”

She laughed, “It’s good to know that my security personnel can be bought! However, I agree that a certain amount of restitution might be required to put everything back to its natural order. So let me begin…”

She turned and pushed the play button on the CD player. A slow, sensuous R & B tune filled the air. She stood for a moment with her back turned to him as she listened to the music, letting it infuse her senses. Her hips slowly started to sway in time with the music. As her entire body began to move to the music, she turned and stared straight into his eyes. It was the same look she had given him just last week after Mia’s makeover. It was filled with desire in its purest form.

Her eyes never left his as she unzipped the sweater as her body continued to follow the music. His eyes were drawn away though as the sweater fell to the floor revealing a red satin halter that was held in place by two tiny spaghetti straps and a few ribbons whose limits were being tested by the fullness of her breasts. The swell of her breasts threatened to spill over the top of the garment. His mind quickly registered that she must have planned something like this all along. He also wondered how long she had owned this particular piece of clothing or if it had been a recent purchase. His thoughts quickly refocused on her, though, as her hands went to the button of her slacks.

Her hands were amazingly steady, he observed, as she undid the button and lowered the zipper. She slipped them inside the waistband and slowly lowered them to the floor. As she stepped away from the pile, Joseph noted that she was not wearing any hosiery, garters or shoes. He openly admired her long, slender legs and imagined them wrapped around his body as he drove into her again and again. He moved his hands from their position behind his back to fold them in front in a rather lame attempt to hide his ever-increasing arousal.

She smiled as she noted the change in his position. She gently lowered the straps on the halter. He held his breath as she undid each tiny bow revealing a matching red push up bra to go with the red satin panties. She stood there for a moment just letting him enjoy the sight of the flames reflecting off of her newly exposed flesh. Her voice broke through his reverie, “Breathtaking in black, perfect in pink, beautiful in baby blue…any thoughts on red?”

He cleared his throat in the hopes that it would assure him the ability to find his voice as he responded. His eyes drank in the vision before him. The red was a stark contrast to her creamy skin that served to ignite visions of all kinds of fantasies that he wanted to explore with her. He brought his mind back to the present. His voice came out low and husky, “Ravishing – radiant – regal - take your pick – they are all fitting.”

She moved to stand in front of him. She took his hands and held one in each of hers as she leaned in and whispered, “I think I choose…restitution worthy. Now would you like to do the honors…or shall I?”

He whispered, because he was unsure if he could speak any louder, in her ear, “I wouldn’t dream of interrupting you.”

She stepped back and deftly unfastened the front closure on her bra. In a second, it joined the rapidly growing pile on the floor. She was rewarded with a sharp intake of his breath as her mounds fell free from their captivity. She flashed him a devilish smile before she turned around and slowly bent over as she lowered the remaining strip of material that covered her body. She also ensured she didn’t miss a beat moving to the music as she performed the final act of this striptease. Seeing her bent over and slightly swaying her bottom was the catalyst that sent him into action.

She squealed as he moved in behind her and encircled her waist, picking her up and moving quickly to a wall next to the fireplace, pinning her close to the wall. “Joseph! What the….??”

His confidence reasserted as he found a small foothold of control by taking her somewhat off balance, he whispered seductively, “Arresting you.” He felt her relax some as she realized the role playing he was initiating.

She arched back against him as she huskily replied, “And what, may I ask, are the charges?”

He placed her hands above her head and let his slide down her arms to her side where they rested just above her hips, “Oh they are too many to name individually. They include, however, dereliction of duty, private misconduct, and mercilessly teasing a high ranking member of your security staff.”

She opened her mouth and started to reply when he covered it with a kiss as his hands slipped higher to cup her breasts. She moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss to say, “You have the right to remain silent…well except for those wonderful noises you make when you’re being pleased.”

Coherent thought was quickly dissipating for her as he continued to tease her now taut nipples. He released them and let his hands move back up her arms still outstretched above them. “I believe the next instruction after reading you your rights is...” he put his knee between her legs and gently nudged, “…spread ‘em.”

At his gentle prompting, she complied. Her breath quickened as he began to ‘pat her down’. She chuckled slightly as he began running his hands over every inch of her body, “Do you really think I have a weapon concealed somewhere? In case you haven’t noticed, there’s no place to hide anything.”

She gasped and moaned again as his hands ran along the underside of her breasts while he pressed his arousal into her backside. His hands caressed her abdomen and then combed through the now wet curls. Her head fell back as his fingers invaded her heat. “We can never be too careful, now can we? One never knows what weapons might be hidden in dark, warm, and wet places.”

She didn’t respond as her focus was entirely on his hands and their movements in and around her body. “So how do you plead to the charges brought against you?” He had removed his hand so both hands were now teasing her nipples as he moved against her…letting her feel exactly the effect she was having on him.

“Oh god…please Joseph…please.”

He smiled into her ear, “I said…how do you plead…not how do you plea…” One hand continued its assault on her breast while the other moved lower to again tease. He placed kisses along her neck until he thought she might collapse under the overload of sensations she was experiencing. Abruptly he stopped and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. “So, guilty or not guilty?”

“If it will bring an end to this interrogation, I plead guilty. Now please, Joseph…”

He turned her around and pinned her between his body and the wall, his mouth crushing down on hers, his tongue demanding entrance. She willingly molded her body to his, accepting all of his hardness into her soft embrace. His hands roamed freely over any area of her body that was not covered with his. Finally he stopped, stilled his hands and mouth, and caught his breath before he spoke, “Promise me you’ll never do that again…I was so worried. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

Her eyes refocused and cleared from their haze of desire and found his staring intently into her blue depths. She touched his cheek as she responded, “I am sorry, Joseph. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise. So are we done fighting now? Can we make up?” She hinted as she moved against him.

He used his hands to still her movement, “There’s still the matter of your punishment. You pled guilty and I must hand down sentencing.”

Her nails raked over his chest before encircling his neck, “Oh, so now you are the police, the judge, jury and executioner?”

His hands went to cup her bottom and pull her even closer to him, “As a matter of fact, I am.”

“Don’t I get a last request before you implement my punishment?” She pouted.

He chuckled, “I believe that’s only for prisoners sentenced to death; however, I would be willing to make an exception for you considering the restitution that has been provided thus far.”

“Let me undress you in front of the fireplace – I want to see your beautiful body in the firelight.” She requested – her voice thick with desire.

He caught her mouth in a kiss again as his hands cupped her face. The kiss left them both breathless. “Request granted…shall we?” He asked as he took her by the hand and led her to the front of the fireplace. He checked the logs to make sure they were stoked properly and then turned back to face her.

He felt as though he were one of the logs surrounded by the heat and her fingers were the flames licking against his flesh as she began to undress him. Her touch seemed to light a path of heated desire and he was silently wondering when the last case of spontaneous combustion had been officially recorded.

She took her time, he observed. She seemed to take great pleasure in watching his body respond to her touch; and, he was definitely not disappointing as he adopted some of the sounds he was accustomed to hearing from her.

When she finished, he turned her so her back was to him. He loved how the soft roundness of her bottom fit against the hard planes of his body; how her breasts fit so perfectly into his hands as he teased the taut points and circled them from his position behind her. He determined that he had walked behind her for so many years that he had developed a definite appreciation for her backside. He decided to take full advantage of that this evening.

She moaned and pressed herself into him as he continued to pinch, pull, and caress the tender flesh. He turned her once again and put his arms around her. He whispered, “Are you ready for your punishment?”

Her arms snaked around his neck, “Mmhmm. So what is it going to be? Are you going to hang me by my toes in the courtyard?”

“As tempting as that sounds, I was thinking more along the lines of turning you over my knee and spanking that beautiful bottom of yours.” He teased as he cupped her bottom and pulled her close to him.

She didn’t miss a beat and quickly retorted as she flashed him a devilish smile, “But would it be considered punishment if I enjoyed it?”

He pulled her even closer, “You are definitely an adventurous vixen tonight, aren’t you?” He growled into her ear.

“I believe I mentioned earlier that you were solely responsible for that.” She replied as she tried to move even further into his embrace to let him know exactly how much she wanted him at that moment.

“We shall see Somehow I think you’ve been that way all along, you’re just now letting it out.” He placed a kiss on the pulse point by her ear before whispering, “On your knees, you vixen.” He took her hand as they both lowered to their knees on the plush rug in front of the fire. Joseph threw a few pillows from the couch around them so they would be easily accessible when needed. He moved behind her again and resumed his favorite activity of driving her mad with desire. It didn’t take long to work her into a frenzy as his hands divided the tasks of working her breasts and caressing her sex until she was moving against him.

“Please Joseph…take me! I need you inside of me now!”

He wanted nothing more than acquiesce to her demands, but this was to be punishment after all, “Not yet…you have to be patient…”

She started to tell him exactly what he could do with his patience, when he caught her mouth in a kiss, then reminded her, “…the right to remain silent…remember?”

He released her and she fell forward in frustration, “I thought you said this wasn’t a death sentence…I fear if you don’t take care of me soon…I shall die.”

He would have smiled at her statement, but was totally captivated by the position she was now in right in front of him. He smoothed his hands over her back before running them over her beautiful bottom. Another moan emanated from her that was tinged with the frustration of her need for sexual release. He let his hand slip between her legs and begin caressing her from behind. Her body moved of its own accord in a rhythm born from a primitive instinct created long ago.

When she grabbed a pillow and lowered her head, it was his undoing. His favorite part of her anatomy was being presented as a gift and he decided it was high time he gave them both the release they deserved. He coated his arousal with her juices and began to enter her very slowly.

Clarisse apparently decided she had had enough of his teasing and she used what strength she had left to push herself back against him, fully impaling herself on his erect member. Their cries were simultaneous, “Ahhh!”

He held still for a moment as they both adjusted to the feelings and…emotions…threatening to overwhelm them from their activities this evening. He looked down at her; he couldn’t see her face, but could see her body rising and falling as each breath entered and left her lungs.

He couldn’t resist, he playfully smacked each cheek on her bottom. She raised herself slightly from the pillow and turned to look at him. She smiled and then wiggled her bottom against his pelvis slightly, pushing him even further into her.

He groaned as he felt himself harden impossibly further. All pretense of control was gone as he took hold of her hips and began to drive into her. She met him thrust for thrust as she used her legs and arms to push back against him as he drove forward. Their worlds were colliding with a superhuman force that were driving them both well beyond the parameters of any previously known universe. Joseph swore he saw stars as he touched the innermost core of her being.

“Oh god, Joseph” Clarisse cried as the sparks of their passion consumed her.

“Mi zorra!” Joseph cried in reply.

They collapsed onto their sides, Joseph still holding her close as they waited for the torrent of sensations to pass. After several minutes had passed, Clarisse finally spoke, “Well that was…I can’t even describe it.”

“Some things need no description – they are perfect in their original form…as that was.”

She turned in his embrace and entwined her limbs with his, “I…” she paused. Tears started to well up in her eyes and she sighed and buried her head in his chest.

He kissed the top of her head, “No words are needed. All is restored and as it should be, restitution has been made. Let’s rest for a few moments, hmm?”

She nodded her head, turned her body again so their bodies were spooned together. Joseph pulled some pillows under their head and tucked his arm possessively around her waist. He knew both of their bodies would be extremely sore from their activities tonight, but at that moment in time, he decided he could care less.

Right before she succumbed to the tiredness threatening her body, she asked, “Mi zorra?”

He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “My vixen.”

She chuckled slightly and nestled even closer to him. Just before falling asleep, she replied, “I’ll take that from you over ‘Your Majesty’ any day.”

Joseph awoke several hours later and found they were both still on the floor. He woke her enough to get her to stand up and then he carried her into bed. After tucking her in, he kissed her on the forehead, “Good night, mi zorra.”

He made his way through the secret passage way back to his room. He tried to sleep, but visions of a vixen in red kept dancing into his dreams.