Bowles, Jan - Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire [Guilty Pleasures 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (15 page)

He leaned down and kissed her lips. “You’re such a beautiful, special woman, Ella.”

Lexi cleared her throat. “Break it up, you two. Remember, Max, you shouldn’t have any sexual contact with the piercing for at least a month. You’ve gotta give it time to heal properly. So that means no sex.”

“No sex?” Ella’s throat croaked as she spoke. She’d gone through all that pain to remain celibate for a whole month?

Max smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. Lexi just means no vaginal sex. There’s plenty more of your beautiful body I’ve yet to explore. I’m looking forward to it.”

Chapter Seventeen

Ella yawned and stretched her arms above her head. “I think I might get an early night, Max. It’s been a long day. What with the court hearing.”

“Hmm, you’re lucky the judge was lenient with you.”

“Max, he fined me one thousand dollars, plus costs. I’d hardly call that lenient.”

“It is what it is, Ella. You were foolish enough to break the law and now you have to face the consequences. Much like you do when you displease me.”

They’d been watching TV in the living room during the evening. Ella had lain on the leather sofa with her head resting on his lap. Occasionally he’d stroked a hand over her hair. As the night had drawn in, the air had started to cool, so he’d lit a fire in the free-floating black fireplace. The impressive chimney was the focal point of the room, and swept down from the ceiling. It opened out into an exotic teardrop shape that hovered about two feet above the black Italian marble floor. Its decadent design certainly wowed his guests when they first saw it, complementing the leather, glass, and hardwood furniture.

Max pointed the remote at the large plasma TV and switched it off. A hush fell over the room. Just the crack and spit of the logs in the grate could be heard. He then turned his attention to Ella.

Dressed in a pair of pajamas, Ella had gotten ready for bed early that evening. She rarely wore jammies, as they were less than flattering for her figure. Was she trying to look as unappealing as she could, hoping he wouldn’t want to administer a little light BDSM play as punishment for the large fine she’d received from the courts?
  

“Why are you going to bed so early, baby? Are you tired?”

“Not really, Max. I just thought I’d get an early night, that’s all.” She sounded a little edgy.

He smiled. “Are you sure you’re not just getting out of my way, in case I want to discipline you? After all, a thousand dollars is not insignificant. Which, I might add, you don’t have until your house is sold.”

Her lips pouted. “I don’t think you’re gonna discipline me tonight, Max, because you haven’t visited the playroom to set the scene. You’ve been watching TV with me all evening.”

Max nodded. “Clever girl. You’ve second-guessed me tonight, Ella. Why don’t we have a game of backgammon, and then call it a night. What do you say?”

He saw the relief on her face, now that she thought he wasn’t going to punish her.

“I’ll set it up,” she said, jumping from the sofa, and pulling the leather backgammon case from the bookshelf. He noticed, with some satisfaction, that she didn’t appear remotely tired anymore.

He watched her maneuver the chunky wooden coffee table closer to the leather sofa, and then she opened the backgammon case and started laying out the pieces. While she was concentrating on the task at hand, he reached down the side of the sofa, feeling around until he located what he needed. In one smooth movement, he removed the roll of duct tape and, catching her by surprise, bound her wrists together, with two or three quick loops of the tape.

“Max, what are you doing?” The breath seized in her lungs, her eyes widening as realization dawned.

“You’ve made the mistake of thinking I’m Mr. Predictable, young lady. I don’t always use the playroom, Ella, as you shall now find out.” He then swiped the backgammon set off the mahogany coffee table. The red and black checkers scattered noisily across the marble floor, rolling in every direction.

“Kneel in front of the coffee table. Your Master has plans for you.” Aware that he was in full domination mode, she immediately complied. He placed a large cushion on the table. “This will be nice and comfortable under your stomach. Nothing is too much trouble for my pet. Now, keeping your knees on the floor, lean across the table and grip the far edge. I want to see your beautiful body stretched over it.” She complied.

Without a word, he gently parted her knees with his feet before securing her lower thighs to the table legs with exuberant coils of duct tape. He then looped more duct tape around her already bound hands and the table, securing her in place. When he’d finished, she resembled the Great Sphinx of Giza. With her stomach resting on the cushion, her butt rose high in the air, accentuating its delicious, womanly shape.

“Max, what are going to do? I can’t move.” Her voice sounded apprehensive.

“That’s the whole idea, my pet.” He stood in front of her, looking down into her concerned eyes. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He stroked a hand along her cheek and smiled. “Never underestimate your Master.” His cock strained against the inside of his jeans at the sight of Ella helpless and vulnerable. This was what turned him on the most.

Max trailed his fingers along her spine, feeling the wonderful curve and rise of her rump. He smoothed his hand over her butt. He gripped her pajama bottoms, yanking them down to reveal her naked ass. They snagged against the duct tape, securing her thighs to the coffee table.

“Max, my pajamas are brand new, don’t rip them.”

“Did you speak without your Master’s permission?

“But, Master—”

“You are not required to speak at present.”

Max smoothed his hands over the globes of her peachy bare ass, now invitingly open and ready for his inspection. From behind he could just make out the pretty bead of her piercing, dangling provocatively from her clit, and her cute little puckered hole. “Bearing in mind you are unable to move, I would watch that sassy tongue of yours, my pet.”

“Sorry, Master.” Her tone immediately became submissive as she realized where this play might lead. “Please be gentle, my piercing hasn’t healed yet, Master.”

“I know, and very beautiful it looks, too. I shall be very careful not to touch it. But I suspect you feel different with it?”

“I do. It makes me think about sex all the time, Master.”

“Good. That was my intention. Your orgasms will come a lot easier and be far more powerful from now on.”

He trailed his fingers into her aroused wet slit, and immediately she let out a nervous whimper as he traced a finger over her enticing little butt hole. “Have you ever had anal sex?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“No,” she answered quickly. He knew she wanted to move, but she was totally restricted by the duct tape holding her in place. She only had to use her safeword and he would release her immediately. Although he knew from past experience she enjoyed being sexually dominated. Especially when she could blame all the unspeakable acts he asked her to do on him.

“Then I shall be honored to introduce you to it.” When she didn’t answer, he asked, “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master, but I’m a little afraid.” Her voice sounded less than confident now.

“I have something to relax you right here, my pet. I went out and bought it especially for you,” he told her as he unwrapped the small package in front of her.

“What is it?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Max held up the small sexual device. “It’s a love egg, my pet. It vibrates inside you. It’ll make you feel sexy.”

“You make me feel sexy enough, Master.”

He smiled. “I know, but this’ll take your mind off what I’m gonna do next.”

“It won’t.”

“I assure you it will.” Max squirted lube over the love egg and then held it against her pussy. A gasp left her lips as he slid it slowly inside her. “There, my pet. See how good that feels.” When it had completely disappeared from view, he switched it on with the remote control, selecting a nice, slow speed.

A surprised expression formed on her face. He caressed her cheek. “I told you you’d like it.”

He stood in front of her and removed his T-shirt. He folded it neatly and placed it on the sofa. Next, he removed his boots, carefully placing them upright against the wall. When he turned back, Ella had her eyes closed. He reached for the remote, and turned up the dial. Immediately her eyes flew wide open, and a tight moan escaped her lips.

“You want me to fuck your virgin ass, don’t you, my pet?”

Max dialed a higher speed on the remote. Ella would beg him to take her soon. A glazed expression formed in her eyes and he spoke again.

“I know you want me to fuck your ass.” He began removing his jeans, undoing the leather belt and sliding it through the loops. All the time he kept his eyes focused fully on hers. “You’ll be begging me,” he said, pulling the zipper down, and slowly easing his throbbing cock into his hand, “to fill you with this.”

A whimper left her lips as he stroked a hand over the solid shaft. “Just imagine how this will feel inside your virgin ass.”

Chapter Eighteen

Ella’s heart started to beat faster as Max slowly eased the faded Wranglers down his muscular thighs. Never once breaking eye contact with her, he folded the jeans and placed them on the leather sofa.

The prospect of anal sex frightened her, yet the love egg he’d inserted in her pussy made her feel aroused and ready for him. It throbbed repeatedly, making her clitoral nerves ache for release. It was a real mind tease, wanting his touch, yet fearing it, too.

If only she’d escaped to bed earlier. Then she wouldn’t be in this dilemma. She’d known Max might discipline her because of the large fine, but by nine in the evening, she’d felt sure he’d forgotten all about it. How wrong could she be? Trapped where she knelt, she just had to await the inevitable. Her whole body tingled with expectation.

As she stared into his eyes, she knew she loved him without question. As sure as night followed day, she would follow him, wherever he led.

Max stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “I will take care of you, little one.” All she could do was stare at his erection, taut against his stomach. The veins of his cock stood proud. Max was a large man in every respect. However gentle he tried to be with her ass, she figured it would hurt.

When he moved behind her, her pulse raced, sending the blood coursing through her veins. Her breathing became heavy. He must have raised the speed of the love egg inside her pussy, because it throbbed even faster, making her insides contract around it

“Master,” she whimpered.

“Relax, and all will be well.” Max began easing the tension from her shoulders, working his fingers into the tight muscles. He smoothed his thumbs down her spine, and then flattened his palms over her bare butt, soothing her with circular movements. He caressed her buttock cheeks with his mouth before slowly drifting his tongue over the sensitive flesh. A moan left her lips as he came close to her crevice. The tip of his tongue probed her anus, sending forbidden tremors pulsating inside her.

“Master.” If only she could move and escape his wicked teasing.

“Such a beautiful ass.” His fingers drifted to her slit and she whimpered, desperate for his touch. “Mmm, you’re lovely and wet, too. I can tell this little slave is real horny with the prospect of me filling her butt.” He pushed a finger deep into her pussy, and then two. The combination of the sex toy and his large fingers working back and forth made her cry out.

“Oh, God.”

She wanted to move, and force him to give her the orgasm she so desperately craved, but she couldn’t move at all. She was subject to his will.