Bowles, Jan - Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire [Guilty Pleasures 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (13 page)

As she walked with Max and his site manager toward the newly built sandstone building, she wondered if all the workmen, wearing hard hats, could see the nipple clamps poking through her dress. In her present aroused state she was almost past caring. Her whole being just focused on the constant chafing of the material against her taut, hardened nipples. Every now and then her voice would gain a higher pitch as the chain attached to her nipples also pulled against the clamp secured to her throbbing clit. Her pussy was soaking wet, and feminine juices spread to the top of her thighs. Every step she took became a trial as the clamp constantly rubbed against the sensitive nub.

Dale, the site manager, paused briefly, before pointing to the top of the building. “Would you allow me to show you the two show condos that have already been decorated and staged, Mrs. Williams? They’re on the top floor. They should give you a feel for the building.”

“That—” Her voice came out high-pitched.
Damn that clit clamp
. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes, please. That would be great, Dale.” Ella had to speak slowly to make sure her words didn’t distort. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to blot out her Master’s knowing smile.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” Dale asked with concern. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

Ella nodded. “I’m fine. I must be coming down with something. A bug of some sort, perhaps.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope it’s nothing serious.” He turned to Max. “I’ll go and get the keys, Mr. D’Alesandro.”

“Thanks, Dale,” Max replied as the tall, wiry man walked away. He turned to Ella when they were left completely alone, and smiled. “How are you feeling, pet?”

“As if you didn’t know, Max. I can barely concentrate on anything.” As soon as she’d spoken, she realized her mistake. Why hadn’t she followed her own advice? He’d leave the clamps on even longer now. She might even have to use her safeword to call a halt to this exquisite torture.

Max’s eyes narrowed on her, assessing, testing, and devouring her. “I see you haven’t learned your lesson yet, pet. Your tongue is still as sassy as ever.”

“Please forgive me, Master.” The roles they were playing were becoming more defined. Max was in control, and she loved every minute of it. Her pussy tightened, making her even wetter. She pouted her lips in the hope he would take pity on her. “I am learning, Master. I hope you will take mercy on me.” She bowed her head, hoping to appeal to his dominant nature. She’d read a lot of literature on the subject. Men like Max needed her submission. She would do well to offer him more of what he desired.

When Dale returned, her heart sank. Max definitely couldn’t remove the clamps with him around. She just hoped she’d be able to last a little longer before using her safeword, because she didn’t want to disappoint Max.

“You can give me the keys, Dale,” Max said, perhaps answering her prayers. If they were left alone, then maybe he’d show his benevolent side. “I’ll take Ella up and show her around myself.”

“Okay, boss,” he said, handing over the keys.

When they were both in the elevator and heading for the fifth floor, Max’s voice soothed her. “If you’re a good girl, I may consider removing my educational device from your cute little nipples and succulent clit. You’ll just have to wait and see how lenient your Master is feeling, my little pet.” As he stood behind her, his hands drifted down her body, gently caressing her shoulders before dropping to her breasts. His thumbs smoothed over her large, swollen nipples. She closed her eyes, and a tight moan escaped her lips as erotic pain coursed through her body. She couldn’t help curving her butt back against him. She could clearly feel his hard cock as she rubbed herself against his obvious erection.

“Oh, Max, and while you’re working, too.” She teased.

“Mmm, I’d say I’ve got one horny slave who needs some serious attention.”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes. You’re what I need. Please, Master.”

He began raising the hem of her dress, pulling it up her thighs until his fingers touched her bare flesh. Ella gasped as he smoothed his hands over her stomach. He tugged on the chain attached to her clit.

A cry left her lips, and she arched back, enjoying the feel of his body behind hers, hard and virile. When he touched the swollen clamped nub she cried out, “Please,” grinding her ass against his hips once more.

“Oh, baby, you’re so close aren’t you.” He dropped a hand between her legs and caressed her trapped clit. “And so fucking wet, too.”

“Yes, Master, you know I am. I’m begging you.”

He turned her around and looked directly into her eyes. His silver-gray gaze burned brightly into hers. “Then we shall play, my pet.” Max brushed the hair from her face and kissed her lips. “You are now my captive and plaything, to do with as I see fit.”

When the elevator came to an abrupt stop and the doors parted, Max took hold of her hand and led her down a long corridor to the first condo. Her heart escalated in pace, beating to a level she’d never known before. Several workmen were busy laying tiles and carpet. She breathed a sigh of relief as Max put the key in the lock and opened the door. When he closed it behind them, she watched him deadlock it. Thank God—he did not want to be disturbed. That meant only one thing—relief at last.

Chapter Fifteen

“Wait,” Max called as Ella walked further inside the apartment. At the entrance to the open-plan living area she immediately stopped moving, exactly as he ordered. He stroked the glossy black hair away from her shoulders, soothing her with his touch. He knew she was highly aroused. This was the aspect of a D/s relationship he enjoyed most. A sub filled with fearful anticipation of what was to come gave him immense satisfaction. “Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered. Now was not the time to slow down, but to escalate the play to a higher level. From the way she’d reacted toward him in the elevator, he thought she was ready.

With her arms behind her back, Max calmly wrapped some soft cord around her wrists, binding them securely together. He felt the tremor in her body, and a breathy gasp left her mouth. Max touched her lips with an index finger. “Not a sound, my pet. Do you understand? If I hear anything from your lips, I will punish you severely.” When she nodded her obedience, he then walked her to the bathroom. Every conceivable luxury item had been installed. Double his and hers sinks were encased inside incredibly expensive black granite. An extra large walk-in shower with ceiling-height glass filled the rest of the space. No expense had been spared. It was ideal for what he had in mind.

“Have you learned your lesson, my pet? There will be no more answering your Master back. Not unless you wish to displease me and feel my discipline again.” He smiled at her, knowing that maybe she did. When she nodded, he pressed her back against the edge of the granite surface. He looked intently into her eyes before firmly taking hold of her bound wrists and hooking them over the opulent designer taps behind her. Her eyes flared wide, knowing full well that she was at his mercy. She was his to do with as he pleased. With her back arched and her butt resting against the black granite work surface, he began undressing her.

“Now, if you’re a good slave, and stay still, I may act benevolently and remove the clamps.” Ella kept her feet firmly planted on the floor, resisting the urge to move. “Oh, you want to please your Master don’t you?” She nodded, and he slowly began to undo her dress, which buttoned down the front. He would take his time, heightening her anticipation. He was an experienced Dom, and therefore in no rush. He would enjoy unwrapping her like an exquisite Christmas present, until he could savor what lay beneath the expensive packaging.

A slight moan escaped her lips as his fingers brushed against her breasts. He saw her body trembling in anticipation and the way her back expectantly arched. The incredible flexibility of her beautiful body made his cock harden further. He would enjoy fucking her like this, but first he wanted to draw it out.

When he’d undone every single button, he brushed the material of her dress apart, revealing her gorgeous body. Her breasts were heavy and full. Her belly a womanly swell. Max focused on her swollen nipples held tightly in the clamps, the tips of which appeared supersensitive.

“Oh, baby. They look delicious.” He tugged gently on the chain, pulling on her nipples. He leaned down and swiped his tongue over the swollen flesh. Ella’s whole body trembled. “Keep still,” he ordered. “Or I may leave them on.” He was pushing her limits. But that was his role, and he knew she loved every minute of it.

His hands smoothed over her breasts, tracing the line of the chain, and then following it down to her pussy.

He pulled on the clamp, tugging the sensitive nub until she whimpered with need.

“Keep absolutely still and quiet, my pet, and I will reward you.” Ella appeared delirious on sexual stimulation. As he knelt down in front of her, she raised her head, making the arch to her back even more pronounced. She offered herself to him like no other sub ever had. He took a moment to savor her exquisite surrender. Max then parted her trembling legs and stared in amazement at her swollen clit. The heart of her sexual being, held tightly in the gold clamp, glistened with her arousal. He tugged gently on the chain, stimulating her clit even more. His tongue slowly soothed over her sensitive nub, lapping and tasting her femininity. He heard her soft cries echoing around the bathroom. He roughly pulled her forward, cupping her perfect, creamy buttocks in his hands, forcing her wet pussy against his tongue.

Like an unstoppable tidal wave, her vaginal tremors strengthened into a series of incredible shudders, which convulsed against his mouth and eager tongue. He knew she was experiencing the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. By stretching the foreplay into hours, instead of minutes, he had built her arousal to such a state that the merest touch would be explosive. Max continued to lap at her cunt, enjoying its womanly wetness and intoxicating, alluring scent. If the granite surface hadn’t been supporting her, he knew she would have slumped to the floor. As it was she could barely stand without her legs shaking.

He released the clamp from her clit, and soothed the tender flesh once more with his tongue, drawing it exquisitely against his teeth. Ella bucked and writhed, enjoying the sexual ecstasy he gave her. Unable to help herself, she moaned deliriously. The words, “Max, please,” whimpered from her lips.

Max drifted his tongue up her body. Slowly he explored her heaving stomach and breasts. He pulled on one of the clamps attached to her nipples, elongating the areola, and then swiped his tongue over the swollen nub. Hearing her passionate cries intoxicated him. He removed the clips from her flushed breasts, drawing her large, brown nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, savoring her submission.

As he stood, he noticed her eyes were barely open, as though she was in a trance. Her head fell forward and beads of feminine perspiration glistened on her forehead. She looked so vulnerable and helpless. A shiver of intense primal arousal coursed through his veins.

“Fuck, you look perfect,” he whispered close to her ear as he freed his eager cock from his pants. It twitched and jerked expectantly in his hand. “Tell me you want me inside you, baby.” The head of his prick throbbed with need and glistened with desire.

“Oh, Max, I need you. You know I need you inside me. Stop teasing me.”

He guided his cock to her pussy, rubbing the head of his penis between her wet labia, enjoying the lubrication her womanly juices provided. Ella moaned, “Yes,” and tossed her head back, her whole body stiffening and arching in submission. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck me, please.”

“With pleasure, my pet.” Max held her by the hips and sunk inside her welcoming pussy with a satisfied groan. He’d had many subs, but he’d never felt such an intimate connection with one before. He wondered if it was because they’d known each other for years. Whatever the reason, he felt so close to her now. So joined to her. They were on the same wavelength. He kissed her lips and drove his tongue deep inside her mouth, consuming her, dominating her, branding her as his property with every forceful stroke of his cock.

Flexing his hips, he withdrew and then thrust his shaft back inside her. Her moans of pleasure built to a crescendo. He covered her mouth with his own, drowning out her cries. He didn’t need an army of well-meaning carpet fitters and tilers breaking down the door to save her. Not when she belonged to him.

That sudden thought struck a chord—she belonged to him. Nothing had ever felt so right before. Ella was his now, and he wouldn’t allow anything to come between them—not the looming court appearance, and certainly not her dead husband, Kirk. Kirk may have been his best friend, but he hadn’t treated her well. He should have treated her with more respect, and he could never forgive him for that. A woman like Ella deserved the very best. Like a bolt out of the blue, it finally dawned on him—he loved her. All five foot four and one hundred pounds of pure sassiness, wrapped up in the perfect submissive package. After years of being disillusioned by unsatisfactory D/s relationships, he realized he and Ella were a match made in heaven. They were always meant to be together. They were soul mates. He shouldn’t declare his love for her just yet. He figured that after the traumatic events of the last few months, it might just scare her away.