Bowles, Jan - Claimed for the Master's Pleasure [Guilty Pleasures 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (9 page)

He stroked a hand down her flawless back, feeling her react to his touch. “I was thinking more of a repeat performance right now.” He pulled the duvet from his body, and showed her his throbbing erection. He pumped it vigorously, pulling back his foreskin, exposing the glistening glans on the tip. “I’m ready to go again, Lia. How about you? Let’s just enjoy the moment while we can? I know you’re a natural submissive, and you shared a D/s relationship with your fiancé. I’d be interested to know what your kink is, princess. So go on, tell me what you’re into. Don’t be shy.”

Lia smiled. “I can’t believe what I’m about to tell you, but since this is the one and only time I’ll share your bed, here goes.”

She took a deep breath. “I’m not ashamed to say, I’m really into bondage. Joe introduced me to it, and I loved it from the get-go. I just love handing over all my power and decision making to a sexy Dom. It’s the feeling of being controlled and vulnerable, that really turns me on. I have to trust my sexual partner first, though. I won’t hand over control unless I feel secure and have a safeword. I need to know my Dom can be trusted.”

Jake nodded. “I agree, you sound exactly like my kind of girl. You’ve given me a hard-on just talking about it. Being in control comes natural to me. I spent hours perfecting the technique of Japanese rope bondage on Hannah. She loved it as much as I did. She was a natural submissive, just like you.” He smiled as he recalled his wife. “She was a strong, opinionated woman outside of the bedroom, and you share that in common, too.

“That’s what I miss most about Hannah. We were totally compatible on so many levels. But that was then and this is now. It’s time for me to move on.” He pushed away his inner reflection and focused on what Lia was doing with her hand.

She feathered a line across his chest before smoothing a path down toward his cock. “Hey, big boy, all this talk of bondage and submission has really turned you on.” Her fingers wrapped tightly around his erect penis then slowly massaged it from base to tip. “I bet your balls are full again.”

“Yeah, they sure are, princess.”

“Tell me more about bondage, Jake. Tell me what you’d like to do with me, please?”

Lia’s eyes were dilated, and her breath jerked out in short, sharp gasps. He could tell she was turned on. He knew if he put his hand between her legs, her cunt would be soaking wet. Trust was of paramount importance between a Dom and his sub. As an intelligent, feisty woman, Lia couldn’t be taken for granted.

She lowered her head to his groin. Her tongue snaked out and swiped over the sensitive tip of his dick. The intensely pleasurable sensation made him raise his butt from the bed. When he closed his eyes, she palmed his balls. “I’m still waiting, Jake. You still haven’t told me what you’d like to do to me.”

Fuck, the evening had turned into a hedonistic delight. “What do you want to know?” he asked, trying to control his breathing.

“Everything.” Slowly she lowered her mouth around his cock until it partially disappeared between her lips. He felt her suction as she took him right back.

“Take it nice and slow, princess. I’m in no hurry,” he murmured, threading a hand into her beautiful silky blonde hair and holding her head down. “I want to unload between those sweet lips of yours. Make me come, and I’ll tell you what I’d like to do to you.”

Chapter Twelve

The next morning, 9:30 a.m.

Lia woke with a start. Unable to recognize her surroundings she sat bolt upright, her heart pounding. Her breathing returned to normal when she realized she was in Jake’s apartment, and in his bed no less. Jake was nowhere to be seen. Had he already gotten up? They couldn’t have had more than two hours of sleep. She reached for her watch on the bedside table. After squinting for several seconds, the hands slowly came into focus—nine thirty. Fuck, she was late for work again. Christ, that would be two days in a row. Most likely she’d get fired, or at least receive a written warning.

Well, even if she did lose her job, she’d had the craziest, most erotic night of her life, and she didn’t regret a moment of it. The hours she’d spent between the sheets with Jake Benetti had blown her mind. She plucked the telephone from the bedside table and began dialing. Best bite the bullet now and call work. At least she’d be able to gauge the reaction of her boss before she arrived late.

A familiar voice burst down the line. “Claremont Fitness Center. How may I help you?”

“Megan, it’s Lia. Can you tell Brad I’m running a little late? The car’s broken down,” she lied.

“Yeah, sure thing, Lia. I’m sorry to hear that, honey. About time you got rid of that piece of crap you call a car. It’s totally unreliable.”

“Tell me about it. I’ve called vehicle recovery and a cab to get me into work. Christ only knows what all this is gonna cost me.”

“Think positive, Lia. It might not be as bad as you think. Oh, yeah, by the way Brad wants to see you as soon as you come in. He seems a bit pissed.”

“That’s all I need,” she said quietly before clicking the line dead.

Lia leapt from the huge circular bed. She never did like Brad much. Truth be known, she thought her manager at the fitness center was a sanctimonious little prick. He was an unimportant little man, doing an unimportant little job. The exact opposite of Jake Benetti. Anyway, she wasn’t going to worry about it now. Not when she was still enjoying the afterglow of the most fantastic sex she’d ever experienced. Jake’s powers of recovery had been unbelievable. They’d fucked four times last night. During intercourse—hot, sweaty, intense intercourse—he’d whispered in her ear exactly what he would like to do to her. He’d explained it in graphic detail. Christ, her pussy was still wet, all these hours after he’d told her. Just the thought of Jake using
shibari
on her made her want to see him again. Phew, his sheer force of personality and undoubted charisma had her eating out of his hand. Goddamn it, she’d even given him her telephone number. She knew it was crazy given the circumstances they found themselves in, but when Jake’s hard cock had been deep inside her she’d been unable to think clearly and rationally. Anyway, what harm could it do? They were both consenting adults.

With no time to waste, Lia dashed into the en suite bathroom, and took a quick shower. When she returned to the bedroom she noticed a large gift-wrapped box lay on one of the chairs.
What the hell is this?
A folded piece of paper lay half-hidden by a large red bow, decorating the expensive-looking package. Lia slipped the note out from beneath the ribbon.

Lia,

Thanks for a truly wonderful evening.

Please accept this small gift as a token of my appreciation and respect.

Jake

Excitedly, she undid the decorative red bow, and lifted the lid. “Oh, my God, Jake. It’s beautiful. This must have cost you a fortune.” Beneath several layers of tissue paper lay an expensive black designer dress, similar in style to the one Jake had ripped from her body the night before. Lia laughed out loud when she thought of how she would have looked leaving the casino in her torn dress. Jake had also ripped off her panties, too, and she noticed he hadn’t replaced them. She guessed that Jake, being Jake, had done that on purpose. It probably gave him a hard-on thinking of her returning home without any underwear.

Lia stepped into the dress, noting the Italian designer label.
Valeria Marini
.
This must have cost a fortune.
It fitted perfectly, too. Trust Jake to get it right. She looked for her other possessions. Her shoes and purse were nowhere to be seen. With bare feet she padded from the bedroom and into the most sumptuous living area she’d ever seen. The room simply dripped with luxury. Designer furniture, exquisite, handmade carpets, and fine paintings by original artists gave an impression of unlimited wealth. Jake certainly knew how to live. She briefly wondered how many other women had seen the inside of his penthouse apartment, before dismissing the intrusive thought. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows gave uninterrupted views over Vegas. Last night she’d barely noticed her surroundings. Now they unnerved her. Just who was she kidding? Jake was a seriously wealthy and important guy. Ordinary women like her were mere commodities to a man like Jake Benetti. She had no doubt he was quite capable of using and discarding women without a second thought. As she moved toward his personal elevator, she noticed the stack of casino chips he’d given her last night. Neatly piled on the expensive coffee table, they looked very inviting. She was tempted to scoop them up and place them in her purse, and then cash them in downstairs. Jake had told her there was fifty grand in total. Something inside her stopped her doing it. Instead she picked them up and dropped them into an unassuming little vase that stood on the coffee table.

“I’m just not that sort of girl, Jake.” If he hadn’t ruined her dress she wouldn’t have accepted the new one, either.

Her shoes lay discarded where she’d left them the night before, and she quickly slipped them on. Realization dawned. They may both enjoy the D/s lifestyle, but their lives away from the bedroom could hardly be more different. Would he call her? She hoped they’d shared an emotional and physical connection last night, and perhaps he wouldn’t want his money back after all
. Wise up, woman, we’re talking about a million bucks here.
He’s never gonna forget about that.
Lia took one last, envious look at Jake’s fabulous penthouse apartment, and then stepped into the elevator.

Chapter Thirteen

Three weeks later

Jake drove the Mustang up the twisting desert road toward his house in Summerlin. Only a mile to go and he’d be there. After three years of staying away, he’d finally decided to return. He guessed Lia had been the catalyst to change his way of thinking. He wondered why he hadn’t called her after the incredible night they’d shared together three weeks ago. He guessed he needed to lay a few ghosts to rest first.

Nestled precariously on the ridge, the familiar façade of his house came into view, and he steered the car onto the sweeping gravel driveway. He’d always loved the way the property seemed to grow out of the hillside, cascading down the sharp incline, to form several levels. With dramatic views over the desert, and Vegas itself, it was impressive. When Hannah was alive it had been a magical place for them both. That was a long time ago now. He switched off the engine, and then eased himself from the car.

Out here, miles from anywhere, the silence overwhelmed him. A gentle, hot breeze blew through his hair, and if he listened carefully, he could just hear the chirping of the cicadas in the distance. The light tinkling of a wind chime, high above him, on one of the terraces, filtered down.

Money wasn’t a problem. He’d made sure the place had been well maintained during his absence. The garden was immaculate, and the exterior of the house was freshly painted. His cowboy boots crunched on the gravel as he walked to the front door. The large double oak panel looked the same as it always had, but a lot had happened in the intervening three years. Even though he’d achieved great business success, and was an extremely wealthy man, he’d lost his reason for living. He pulled the key from his jean pocket. Now was not the time to have second thoughts. With a quiet determination, he noisily turned the ornate key in the lock and pushed the heavy oak door open. After disabling the alarm, a calm acceptance washed over him.

Finally, after all this time, he’d come home.

* * * *

Sitting comfortably on the brown leather sofa, Jake stared resignedly out the large picture window that dominated the living area. He’d been sitting here for hours, watching the day slowly turn to dusk until finally darkness had descended and the moon had risen high in the night sky. It hung like a giant lantern, casting its eerie glow over the terraces outside, and the desert beyond. Like a colorful fairground attraction, Vegas twinkled bewitchingly on the horizon.

When he’d entered the house for the first time in three years, he’d wandered aimlessly from room to room, taking it all in. He’d remembered all the great times that he and Hannah had shared. Everything was exactly as he’d left it, almost as though he’d never been away. As though nothing had changed, but it had—irrevocably. Now, some four hours later, he sat in the shadows, with a picture of Hannah in one hand and a large glass of bourbon in the other.