Bowles, Jan - Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire [Guilty Pleasures 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (16 page)

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, Master, I’m desperate to come.”

“Does my slave wish her Master to fuck her ass?”

With his fingers still inside her pussy, she felt his thumb caress the entrance to her anus.

“Yes.”

The sensation felt so erotic and highly forbidden. Immediately she gasped, her reaction to clench her butt cheeks together an automatic response.

A stinging slap to her ass forced her to relax. “Do you deny your Master ownership of what belongs to him?”

“No, Master. I am here to serve you.” Ella enjoyed the role-play as much as the sex itself. It made her feel alive.

“Good.” Max administered a cold substance she recognized as lube to her anus. Gently, ever so gently, he slowly slipped his thumb inside her butt.

Ella closed her eyes. The sensual movement of Max’s fingers and thumb, penetrating her pussy and ass together, felt wickedly indulgent. There was no other way to describe how she felt. Sheer, unadulterated pleasure twisted and contracted deep inside her womb. Her release teetered on the edge. So close, yet just out of reach. How she wanted to move, and force the orgasm from her body. She whimpered her frustration. “Master, please.” The bindings of duct tape, securing her to the coffee table, meant she couldn’t.

“Tell me, what would please my slave?” Max was insistent. She knew he wanted her to beg. He removed his fingers from her pussy and slowly began easing them inside her butt, along with his thumb.

“It feels good. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, Master, I want you inside my ass.”

“Good, now you have begged me, I will give you what you desire. Can you see us in the window?”

The night had drawn in, and Ella could see their reflection shining back at her. Max knelt behind her, dominating her with his sheer presence. She saw his big cock standing to attention, ready to enter her at any moment. Her whole body ached for the final act, for the final release. He ripped open a foil pack, and she watched him roll a condom down his potent shaft. When she felt the head of his penis pressing against her butt hole, she cried out.

“Master, I’m scared. You’re so big.”

“When I’ve broken you in, you won’t be scared anymore, my pet. Now take a deep breath.”

Ella did as he commanded, taking a huge gulp of air as he penetrated her anus for the first time. After the initial sting, the pain eased as he filled her butt. The combination of Max inside her ass and the love egg humming away in her pussy was truly delicious.

She felt her climax rolling in with each stroke of her Master’s cock deep inside her. Making full use of the reflection, she stared into his eyes. It enhanced the pleasure she was feeling. She reveled in her vulnerability as he claimed her ass as his. Just watching him, all-powerful behind her, pumping with precision as he held her hips and ground his length into her butt, over and over again, made her feel complete.

A delicious spasm coiled down from her womb, making her more conscious of the love egg and his huge cock inside her.

“Master,” she pleaded. She needed his permission to orgasm. It heightened her feeling of being dominated by the man she loved.

“Come for me, Ella. Come for your Master. I want to see you fall apart.”

His words sent her over the top. Her climax started to unravel as an intense series of spasms pulsed around the love egg deep inside her vagina. Unknown nerve endings quivered spontaneously in her anus. They squeezed Max’s prick, sending delicious contractions of pure pleasure flooding her body, overloading her brain with endorphins.

“Oh my God,” she screamed.

His breathy words came from behind her. “Ah, little one, you are not afraid anymore.”

“No, Master. It’s good.”

Max continued to fuck her ass until he, too, came inside her, in a series of powerful jerks. She enjoyed his weight lying across her back as he caught his breath. His skin felt warm as he covered her like a protective blanket. A sigh left her lips, and she treasured his nearness.

Slowly, as his breath returned to normal, he murmured. “I hope this damn table holds our combined weight, because I’m shagged, Ella.” He kissed her shoulder, giving it a playful nip as he lay on top of her.

Ella giggled as a picture of them both lying on top of a collapsed table came into her thoughts, its legs splayed out beneath them. “Max, you’re so wicked.”

He kissed her shoulder again. “I know.”

Chapter Nineteen

“Max, Max,” Ella called as she ran from the bedroom to the inner courtyard. She felt so excited. She just had to tell him the good news.

“Whatever is wrong, Ella? Have you hurt yourself?” She found him by the pool reading a newspaper, a concerned look to his face.

“No, no, nothing like that. I’ve never felt better. The real estate guy called. My house is finally sold. The buyers want a quick sale. They’ve got cash. All the paperwork will be completed by the end of the week. Isn’t it wonderful?” Ella felt like all her Christmases had come at once. The house she’d shared with Kirk for a decade had become a noose around her neck. Since he’d died, she’d been unable to keep up the payments. Max had stepped in and paid them for her. It made her feel uneasy accepting money from him. Like she was a kept woman. Now she’d finally be free of that guilt.

He held out his arms. “Come here, baby. Now that is good news. It means you can move on with your life.”

Ella smiled and dutifully settled on his lap, nestling contentedly in his strong arms. Max always made her feel safe and protected. He held her close and drifted his fingers through her hair. “I’m glad to see you’re happy. Now you’ll have to clear the house out. I know you’ve been putting it off. Do you need my help?”

Ella shook her head. “No this is something I need to do for myself. You’re right, I’ve been putting it off for too long. Too many bad memories I suppose. To be perfectly honest, Max, I was a little afraid of returning, but since the weekly therapy sessions I’ve been having with Hans Lindquist, I feel a lot more confident. He’s taught me how to face stressful situations, rather than running away from them. I can overcome my fears with the right breathing technique.” In the end she was glad Max had insisted she saw a psychologist. Hans was extremely professional and had helped her immensely over the past month. He’d taught her how to relax, really relax. She’d even used the techniques during her play sessions with Max. It had helped them take their sexual intensity to another level.

Over the past few weeks, Max had slowly introduced her to bondage play. He loved tying her up, sometimes for hours on end. It heightened her anticipation of whatever he had planned. During that time she would enter a world of her own, ending up in a trancelike state, before finding release in the most mind-blowing sex imaginable. Max was certainly a Master where orgasms were concerned. It never failed to amaze her how easily they came now. Of course, her VCH piercing had exceeded her expectations. With it, her arousal never waned. She always wanted sex whenever Max did, however tired she felt.

“I’m pleased for you, Ella. I’m taking you out for dinner. My treat.”

“Oh, no.” Ella shook her head. “I already owe you so much. This time I’ll pay, no arguments.”

“There’s absolutely no need to pay me back. Besides, tonight’s a double celebration.”

“Oh? Double celebration?”

“Yes, you remember the photography you did for Crowley Heights? I received the finished brochure from the printers this morning. I was going to surprise you with it, over dinner tonight, but as we’re in a celebratory mood, I may as well show you now.”

“Oh, Max, let me see. Let me see. I’m desperate to see the finished result.”

“How desperate?” he asked.

Ella kissed his cheek and jumped from his lap. “Stop teasing me, Max. Don’t you dare hold me in suspense a minute longer,” she playfully berated him.

“Very well, baby. Just this once, I’ll indulge you.” Max strode from the inner courtyard before returning a few seconds later. With a smile to his face, he handed her the impressive, glossy brochure.

Ella feverishly looked through the expensive pages. All her photographs were there, displayed alongside the sales pitch for Crowley Heights. She’d caught the light perfectly. The building looked magical backlit by the evening sun. While her interior shots captured the essence of opulent chic that Max had wanted to portray. “They look great,” she finally managed to say.

“More than great, Ella. Your work is wonderful. You’re an extremely talented photographer. Your professionalism with a camera is certainly going to help sell the remaining units.”

“Good.” She smiled at him, enjoying the contentment she felt whenever he was near. Max just seemed so self-assured. So dependable, and sexy as hell.

“Now your house is sold. Why don’t you invest the money in your own photographic business? I really think you can make a name for yourself as a photographer with work like this.” He touched her arm. “And I’m not just saying it. I really mean it.”

“Maybe.” It was something she’d consider doing. “I certainly enjoyed myself. I’m so glad you’re happy with the finished result.”

“Then it’s settled. I’ll keep my eyes open for a suitable location for a studio.”

“I haven’t said yes yet.”

Max laughed. “No, but you will later tonight when your body and mind are at my mercy. I have ways of gentle persuasion. You won’t be able to help yourself saying the words
yes, Master
. So you may as well say yes now, and save yourself a whole heap of trouble.”

“Max, that’s not fair.” She knew all about his persuasive techniques. Ella felt her lips pouting with feigned indignation, even though the idea of owning her own photographic studio filled her with pride. Max burst out laughing. “Don’t give me those cute kitten eyes. You’d really enjoy running your own business.”

“I’ll have to think about it,” she replied haughtily, not willing to admit he was always right. She loved their relationship. Although Max was clearly the Master in their D/s lifestyle, they didn’t live it twenty-four-seven. Outside of the D/s relationship she was still her own woman, and had free will. She enjoyed exerting it whenever appropriate. It certainly made their bond far stronger because of it.

Stubborn as ever, Max finally replied, “We’ll see.”

“We will.” Ella leaned forward and kissed Max on the cheek. “I’m going over to the house now. There are a few things I want to keep. Then I’ll get the house clearance people in. They’re coming later on to give me a quote.”

“Okay, baby, if you need any help, give me a call.”

“I will.” Ella began walking from the inner courtyard. She waved as she reached the entrance lobby. “See you later.” She felt on top of the world. Life couldn’t get much better.

Outside stood her new car. A red Jaguar. The one Max had bought for her. Feeling almost euphoric, she hummed a cheerful tune on the twenty-minute drive to her old home in Andover. She didn’t even get a gut reaction as she turned the last corner and the house appeared. It looked like any other. Nothing more than bricks and mortar, and certainly nothing to be afraid of. It seemed sad and slightly neglected. The lawn definitely needed watering.

Her heart felt buoyant as she parked on the drive. The large
sold
sign filled her vision. Now she could finally move on with her life.

Once inside, she opened the windows to air the place, and set about choosing the items she wanted to keep. She’d already moved all her clothes and personal possessions over to Max’s a few weeks ago, when their relationship started to become more serious.

There were a few wedding gifts which held sentimental value that she placed in the hallway. Kirk had bought her several personal items from around the world, on his travels with the Marines. They may have been looking at a divorce, but she couldn’t just forget the years they’d spent together. They still meant something to her.