Bowles, Jan - Claimed for the Master's Pleasure [Guilty Pleasures 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (17 page)

“Thank you.” Jake took a swig from the bottle, before staring intensely at her for a long time. “Now disrobe, my slave. I want to see what belongs to me.” He lounged back in his chair, totally at ease with himself. Confidence seemed to ooze from every pore in his body.

Lia slowly pulled the robe from her shoulders, letting it slip seductively to the floor. She loved the way his eyes devoured her from head to toe, sweeping over her body in one fluid movement. It made her feel wanted and desired. Jake took another swig of beer. He lifted his chin and undid the top two buttons on his shirt, easing the collar loose. All the time his eyes held hers.

“Move around to my side of the desk.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She moved closer to him, staring directly into his eyes.

“Now turn around and spread yourself across the desk, face down.”

In total submission, and with her heart beating rapidly, Lia turned and began pushing the documents on his desk to one side.

His gruff voice barked from behind her, halting her movements. “Did I give you permission to move those?”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Then put them back as they were.”

She quickly returned the documents to their original positions, before spreading herself across the mahogany desk. When she couldn’t stretch any further, she curled her fingers around the edge, anchoring herself into position. The papers lay trapped beneath her stomach and breasts.

“Now listen to me, my slave.” Jake began slowly caressing her thighs. He spread her legs wide apart using his feet. “You are not to make a sound. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered breathily, trembling from his sensual touch.

“The slightest sound, and I will punish you severely.”

Lia loved being at his mercy. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing, wondering what he would do next. She jolted when she felt the ice-cold bottle of Bud between her shoulder blades. Thank God she managed to keep quiet.

He whispered in her ear, “Shhh, not a sound.”

Jake slowly trailed the ice-cold bottle down the length of her spine. She knew he would try his utmost to make her speak or moan. This time she was determined to keep quiet.

It was her duty as his slave to make him work for her punishment. It was what turned them both on.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jake allowed himself a moment to admire Lia’s compliant body. She was so achingly beautiful. Her sylphlike form lay seductively draped across his desk. He set the Bud down, and then leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Remember, just one little sound and there will be serious consequences.”

He smiled. They were a match made in heaven. In just the short time they’d known each other, he’d found they were compatible on every level—intellectually, physically, emotionally, politically, and sexually. He knew Lia wouldn’t give in too easily. Yeah, she knew exactly what made him tick. Her complete surrender was his aphrodisiac, and she’d make him earn it.

He cast his shirt aside, and then removed the rest of his clothes. His cock stood to attention. Hard and throbbing, the purple head wept his arousal. He smoothed his hands over her flawless back, enjoying the silken feel of her skin. Then slowly, very slowly, he traced his fingers down her arms, pressing himself lower and lower as he stretched across her naked back. He clasped his hands tightly around her wrists. He could hear her inhale and exhale, but no sound passed her lips.

He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her perfume, enjoying her soft, feminine skin caressing his own where it touched. “I think my slave has gone mute. She must be very, very afraid of the punishment I have lined up for her.”

Jake positioned his cock between her pussy lips, and slowly sunk inside her. He closed his eyes, reveling in the wonderful feeling of her tight, wet cunt wrapped so deliciously around his throbbing shaft.

He knew she wanted to speak, and tell him how lovely he felt deep inside her. She remained quiet, except for her accelerated breathing. He felt the tremors racking through her pussy as she fought to stay in control. If it came down to a battle of wills, he would emerge the victor. It was his duty as a Dom to gain her submission.

Jake continued sliding his prick deep inside her tight, wet channel. He marveled at the amount of natural lubrication an aroused woman could produce. To have found a partner who fitted so perfectly into his life made him high on endorphins, and he thanked his lucky stars their paths had crossed. At that precise moment, he knew he loved Lia more than life itself.

He couldn’t resist twisting his fingers into her gorgeous honey-blonde hair. Gently gathering it in his fist, he pulled on her golden mane. Her head lifted slightly, and he gradually raised her upper body from the desk, until her arms were pulled taut and her elbows locked out. Jake knew Lia’s new position would cause her clitoris to come into contact with the edge of his desk, stimulating her further. He figured it wouldn’t be long before she gave him exactly what he desired.

Using his other hand, he massaged her enlarged nipples between a finger and thumb. He continued to pound his meat inside her, almost withdrawing completely, before burying himself to the hilt once more, with one powerful lunge after another.

It was time to take things further.

“Slaves like you need taming. They need bringing into line for their own good.” He roughly brushed his thumb across her beautiful, full lips, smearing her bright red lipstick. “You’re so fucking sexy, my slave.” Jake let her hair go before sliding open a drawer in his desk. “I have something for you. I think you’ll approve.” He removed a riding crop, and held it out in front of her. “Look, my slave, see how thoughtful your Master is.” The riding crop was about eighteen inches in length and made of leather. A small flexible tongue was attached to the end. He swished it noisily in front of her, making her head jerk backward.

“This is how I train wayward slaves. I spank them with this. Do you want to know where I’ll spank you?”

Jake smiled to himself when Lia didn’t answer. He’d given her a dilemma. If she’d replied, she would have broken his rule on keeping quiet. “I know it seems unfair, but by being disrespectful and not responding to your Master’s question, I shall have to discipline you even more severely.”

Still deep inside her, Jake eased them both away from the desk. He reached around and lifted her clitoral hood, exposing her hidden sexual pearl. When he placed the tip of the riding crop against her glistening bead, he was rewarded by a jolt that racked through her body.

“Please, Sir, may I speak, Sir?”

“You may.”

“It feels so nice, Sir. I don’t deserve such kindness.”

“Your Master is feeling benevolent.” He tapped the riding crop against her exposed sex again. “I was minded to redden your cute little ass with this crop, but on second thoughts I aim to administer exactly what you need. Right now.” Jake moved his hand, leaving her pussy open to his discipline. He then wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, holding her steady. In quick succession, he slapped her sexual nub several times with the riding crop, being careful not to whip too hard. Small cries began leaving her lips.

“Please, Sir, I…”

The slaps to her clitoris would hold back her orgasm. But, boy, when she eventually climaxed, he knew from previous experience that her orgasm would be mind blowing.

Finding a perfect rhythm, he administered the crop to her clit in synch with his lunges, making her buck and writhe beneath him. He felt her tremors squeezing his shaft. Judging by her sexual moans, he knew she was enjoying his discipline. Each time the leather tip of the crop came into contact with her clit, she reared back, and a series of whimpers left her lips. With her breathing heavy, powerful spasms racked through her pussy, and pulsed pleasurably around his cock.

“Oh, Sir, I’m begging you, harder, harder.”

“Yes, my slave. You’re just like a wild filly. You need bringing into line. Your Master is always in charge.” Lia loved being at his mercy. He whipped the crop harder against her sexual core. The sound of leather connecting with her engorged flesh, and her whimpers of submission, made him feel powerful and alive.

“I need…please…harder…” Her words trailed away.

Jake raised the pace, whipping the crop more firmly against her clit. Incoherent moans began spilling from her beautiful, sexy lips. Her pussy clamped hard around his dick, trying to suck the contents from his balls. Sensing she was close, he pounded his length harder and faster inside her. Her cries of pleasure and pain became whimpers of pure sexual enjoyment as her orgasm finally shattered through. Spasm after spasm vibrated through her pussy, teasing his potent shaft. He pumped energetically inside her, until he finally climaxed with a loud, guttural groan. He dropped the crop and held her tightly in his arms, aware of his own body jerking involuntarily, as his semen spilled deep inside her.

For what seemed a long time, they lay joined together, completely exhausted. He’d shared something wonderful with the woman he loved—both physically and emotionally. He gently removed his weight from her back. His breathing was heavy as he withdrew from her. He leaned down and kissed her between the shoulder blades. “Never underestimate your Master, slave. I will always administer exactly the punishment you deserve. It is my duty to keep you on the straight and narrow.”

Lying spent and exhausted across the desk, she barely whispered, “I know, and I’m grateful.” When she lifted herself upright, some of the papers briefly stuck to her breasts and stomach, before fluttering to the floor.

He held out his arms as he sat heavily in his chair. “Come here, please.” Lia nestled on his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head against his chest. He began massaging the tired muscles of her shoulders and arms, restoring their circulation.

“Mmm, that’s heavenly. That’s what I like about you, Jake. You’re so unpredictable, yet you always take the time to pamper me after sex. You’re a wonderful man.”

Jake kissed her forehead. “You’re worth it, princess.” He placed a finger under her chin and angled her face to meet his gaze. He knew he’d fallen in love with her. “We share a connection, Lia, an empathy. Between two people who care deeply about each other, that’s priceless.”

You love her. You love this girl more than anything else in the world. Go on, dummy, say the words. After Hannah’s death, you of all people should know how fleeting life is. Tell the girl you love her before it’s too late, and the moment has gone forever.

Jake glanced down at her head nestled so comfortably against his chest. Her golden curls feathered his skin. Every so often they tickled his sensitive flesh when she moved. His heart swelled. Nestled safely in his arms lay his future.

Gently he stroked a hand down her cheek. “I love you, Lia. I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you.”

With huge eyes, Lia blinked several times as she lifted her head and stared at him. He smoothed a thumb over her full lips and smiled at her. She was so close he could see tiny fragments of turquoise and amber in her wonderful green irises. Tears began spilling down her cheeks, and her top lip trembled when she spoke.

“I love you, too, Jake. I love you so much it hurts.” She hurled herself against him, squeezing him far more tightly than he thought possible for such a small woman. He felt her tears trickle down his naked chest.

“Why the tears, princess? Shouldn’t you be happy?”

She playfully slapped his wrist. “I am happy, you big dumb ox,” she blurted out, trying to catch her breath. “Can’t you tell I’m the happiest woman in the world?” She stared into his eyes before kissing him passionately. His heart swelled at the look of love reflected back at him. “I’m so happy. I never thought I’d find love again, Jake.”

“Me, too, princess.” He held her close, blinking quickly, aware of the moisture filling his own eyes. He kissed the top of her head. “We have to make the most of every day. We have to live our lives. Let’s make a promise to each other.”

“What promise?”

“Live life to the full.”