Bowles, Jan - Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire [Guilty Pleasures 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (11 page)

“Don’t worry, pet. All is well.” His soothing words calmed her as he stroked his hand down her spine, sending shivers throughout her body. “You have the cutest fuckable ass.” His hand glided between her legs, and she let out a gasp as he pressed a finger against her puckered hole. She squirmed on the horse, the cold steel ridge grinding between her pussy lips. The sensation felt exquisite. He leaned close to her ear, his fingers still pleasuring her helpless pink rosette, and whispered, “I promise you this, pet. I will have this ass soon. What do you say?” As he spoke he pressed a finger inside her anus, making her moan with enjoyment.

“Thank you, Master.” Her words came out in a rush.

“You learn well, pet. Now for your punishment.” His hands smoothed over the globes of her ass. “This is such a useful device. I get to feel your vulnerability, and you get to sample my power.” His hands drifted down her legs, which she knew were trembling with wanton anticipation. The sensual touch of his fingers on her bare flesh only accentuated the feeling of being out of control. Ella gasped for air as he slowly smoothed his fingertips along her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her wet pussy. She buried her head in the soft leather upholstery, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to erupt from deep inside her.

“Your response to me is intoxicating.” His deep voice seemed to reverberate around every nerve ending. She wanted him to touch her pussy, and she eased back as much as she could, inviting him to do so.

Thwack.
Without warning, he slapped her bare butt hard with his hand. Her first instinct was to squirm away, but the action made the ridge between her legs rub against her clit, causing pleasure and pain to mingle. “Master,” she cried, “it hurts.”

“You have disrespected your Master today. Five strokes of my hand on your bare ass is your punishment.”

Another slap heated her butt cheek, making her cunt rub against the metal ridge of the sawhorse once again.
Oh, my God dear God. How was it possible to feel this good?
She felt her vaginal arousal coating the horse as a warm pleasurable sensation permeated her reddened ass cheeks.

“It doesn’t just hurt does it, my little pet?”

“No, Master.”

“Tell me?” Each time she tried to move, her erect nipples chaffed on the leather padding, making her even more aroused.

“It’s making my pussy wet, Master.”

Max slapped her butt again. Her whole ass felt on fire. “Naughty girls must be punished.”

“Oh, yes, Master. I know I’ve been naughty. I need to be punished. I need to atone for disrespecting you.” It stung so much. Tears began to slowly trickle down her cheeks.

“You know why this is happening?” He slapped her thigh. It didn’t hurt, just glowed hotly, making her pussy feel on fire.

“Yes, Master.”

“What will you do in future?”

“I will always trust you, Master.”

“I will never lie to you, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” Yet another slap stung her bare ass. The sound echoed around the playroom. Her pussy glowed with warmth. She wanted him to fill her with his prick. Surely he must be hard. “Please, Master. Fuck me, please. I can’t stand it.”

“Did this slave beg her Master?”

“Yes, I need you, Master, please, I’m begging you.”

Max walked around in front of her. He pulled his jeans down, displaying his rock-hard cock. Ella licked her lips, unable to stop herself writhing on the horse. Her clit ground even more against the metal ridge, causing sharp, jagged breaths to leave her lips.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Master.”

He moved closer to her, holding his erect cock in his hand, guiding it to her mouth. With her head angled to one side, and resting on the soft leather padding, she looked up into his face. Max’s eyes burned with an intensity she’d never seen before. It literally took her breath away. He was so close she swiped the pre-cum off the tip of his penis with her tongue, hearing his sharp intake of breath as reward. He stroked a hand into her hair and began fucking her face. He wiped the tears from her cheeks as she swallowed every inch of him. Sucking his huge prick just as she knew he wanted her to.

Max cupped her chin. “You have pleased me, pet.” He then withdrew his cock, and walked back behind her. His fingers trailed into her sex. “Oh, little one, you are so wet.” His cock speared her entrance and he grabbed hold of her hips, sinking his length deep inside her. She stared helplessly at their reflection in the mirror. She could clearly see him filling her from behind, dominating her submissive, bound body. Their eyes connected through the mirror. She cried out, enjoying the feel of him filling her cunt. “Oh, Master.”

“This is what you want. This is what you need. Do you understand me?”

“Oh, yes, Master.”

Her whole body spasmed, enjoying the delicious sensation of her Master being deep inside her, fucking her relentlessly from behind. Each time he filled her, her clit came into contact with the hard metal ridge of the horse. Totally at his mercy, she submitted completely, letting him take what he needed, take what was his.
  

“You are mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Master.

“This is mine, too.” His fingers caressed her puckered hole, and she let out a gasp of enjoyment. “Say it.”

“My butt belongs to you, Master.”

“I own everything about you.”

Ella drew the breath through her teeth and a whimper left her lips as Max speared her butt with his thumb. The sensation felt highly erotic, and she cried out.

“Oh my God, that feels so good.” Her pussy tightened around his cock, and she knew she was close to the most intense climax ever. “Dear God, please.” Pleasure throbbed uncontrolled through her body, as her orgasmic spasms relentlessly milked his cock. “Master, I’m coming. I can’t stop myself. Please let me.”

She heard Max’s breathy words behind her. “I will allow you to do so. Come, little one. Come for your Master.” His permission excited her further. Her Master was allowing her final release, and she responded. Her restrained body twitched and vibrated in uncontrolled orgasmic ecstasy against the sawhorse. Max made several more deep lunges inside her, filling her with his prick until he, too, let go with a deafening guttural groan, spilling his seed deep inside her.

Chapter Thirteen

Max lay exhausted against Ella’s silky back, breathing heavily, until he finally roused himself. He released the leather buckles from her ankles and wrists, and lifted her into his arms. She came willingly, clinging to him like her life depended on it as he carried her across the inner courtyard to his bedroom. He felt tiny tremors still coursing through her body as he lay with her on the bed. They were both high on endorphins.

“There is no need to call me Master. You may speak freely now. Training is over for today,” he whispered, kissing her forehead, and holding her close. Ella didn’t disappoint him one little bit. As his new sub, he couldn’t have hoped for more. “How do you feel?” he asked, massaging the soft, creamy flesh of her tired arms, helping restore her circulation. He knew he’d pushed her limits, but he also knew Ella possessed hidden depths that he’d yet to experience.

“I’m shocked by the intensity of it all, Max. It kinda overwhelmed me, both emotionally and physically. I never thought sex could feel that good.”

“Yes, it’s a natural high, far better than anything you’ll get from alcohol. This kind of sex gives a bigger kick, without the unwanted side effects.”

Ella giggled. “I wish I’d known earlier. Then I wouldn’t have bothered drinking myself into oblivion.” She sighed resignedly. “I’ve landed myself in a whole heap of trouble, haven’t I?”

Max kissed her cheek. “You sure have, baby. You’ll just have to face that court hearing with good grace. When all is said and done, you didn’t cause any lasting damage. Nobody got hurt.”

“I’m sorry I spoiled your evening. You were going to treat me to a meal at an expensive restaurant, but my bad behavior ruined it for both of us.”

He held her in his arms, resting his chin on her head. Her hair smelled of wild meadows, and he caressed the baby-soft skin of her back with his fingertips. “I’m still angry with you for how you behaved. I can’t believe you got arrested. Remember, Ella”—he cupped her chin and forced her to look at him—“today was the first time I punished you. I didn’t want to scare you. Next time I won’t be so lenient.” He hoped she’d take his warning seriously. “In future, I want you to come to me if you ever feel you’re going off the rails again.”

“I will, Max. I promise.”

Her fingers drifted over his naked chest, brushing the sprinkling of masculine hair, and she sighed. “Mmm, I feel so peaceful now. I know I should go and prepare something to eat, but I feel so sleepy.”

“That’s okay, rest for a while, little one, we’ll have something later.”
 

Max felt a sense of relief that she appeared emotionally stable now, but he was concerned that she could easily spiral out of control again if things went badly for her. He’d make sure she saw Hans Lindquist, his good friend and psychologist. It would do Ella the world of good to talk things through with a professional, like Hans.

He stayed with her until her breathing became deep and heavy. Then he slid unnoticed from the bed and draped a sheet over her beautiful, naked body. She looked so serene and at peace. Her lashes curling down onto her cheeks, yet he knew her angelic appearance belied the inner turmoil deep in her head. Kirk had had an affair with another woman, and then for some unknown reason he’d killed himself. He could only guess how traumatic it must have been for her, finding her husband dead in the garage, with half his head blown away. Just how much shit could one woman take? No wonder she had such conflicting emotions. When all was said and done, it was unsurprising she’d fucked up. He had to make sure he used his control sparingly. If he used it unwisely, it wouldn’t have the desired effect. She’d be fine if he could keep her on the straight and narrow. What she needed was direction. Maybe he’d come up with a project to keep her occupied. Something that would focus her mind on new horizons, rather than the tragic events of the past few months.

With that in mind, Max went over to his computer. He had several building projects reaching completion. Perhaps she could contribute something positive to one of them. He flicked through his portfolios. Ella had been a keen photographer when she was at college. At one time she’d wanted to take it up professionally, before she met Kirk. Maybe she could put together the photography for a sales brochure needed for Crowley Heights
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a condo complex in downtown Andover. He usually gave any photographic business to Parker Enterprises, an advertising and promotions company located right here in Wichita. Maybe he could save himself a few thousand bucks and give Ella the opportunity to shine once more.

He sat at his computer and perused the hundred or more e-mails that had accumulated. As he responded and deleted appropriately, he couldn’t help thinking about Kirk’s memory stick. The one containing intimate details of his affair with another woman. He had time to kill. Perhaps he’d take a look now.

Tomorrow he’d take her to get her clitoral hood pierced. It was something that turned him on, and Ella seemed keen on the idea, too. He knew she wanted to please him anyway she could. Having a sub eager to please was always a good sign for a Dom. He’d always been very fond of female genital jewelry. All his previous subs had worn a clitoral piercing in order to please him. They’d informed him it improved their orgasms immensely, by making them more conscious of their own bodies and sexuality. He knew that Lexi, his good friend and female piercer, would allow him to thread the bead securing the barbell through Ella’s clitoral hood himself. He’d performed this ritual on all his other subs. To him it was an important symbolic initiation for any sub entering a D/s relationship.

Max plugged the memory stick into his computer and waited for the files to load.

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