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

by Jan Bowles

  Ella did as he ordered, turning around to kneel on all fours. He couldn’t help but admire her peachy behind, and he smoothed his hand over the soft, silky skin of her globes.

  “You’re not going to spank me, are you, Max?”

  He chuckled. Ella was trying to second-guess his next move. She knew his preferences, and he figured she’d been reading a lot of books about BDSM—the wrong books, in his opinion. “Why? Do you deserve a spanking?” he asked, running his hand along her inner thigh. He sounded serious to his own ears.

  “No,” she answered quickly, her voice quavering as he brushed his fingers close to her pussy.

  “Are you sure, Ella?”

  “Max, you’re teasing me.”

  “Relax, baby. I’ve no intention of disciplining you at the moment. For now, I’m just going to pleasure you with a thorough fucking.”

  “Then what’s the surprise?”

  “You’ll see.” Max tenderly kissed her butt, nipping and licking at her curvy, womanly rump with his teeth. “Mmm, such a beautiful ass. At a later date, I may well put this across my knee and discipline it. A good spanking never did a naughty girl any harm.” Then, without his tongue leaving her flesh, he drifted it up to the base of her spine, enjoying the soft moans that escaped her lips. His tongue traced the entire length of her flawless back. “Mmm, so beautiful.” He then kissed each shoulder blade in turn, caressing them with his lips. “Just relax, and go with the flow,” he whispered softly in her ear. “Now look at the painting on the wall.”

  “The large abstract?”

  “Yes.”

  He pressed a button on the remote. The large painting immediately began rising, revealing a giant mirror beneath, that captured the image of them both kneeling on the bed. He could see Ella’s body, pale and petite in contrast to his larger and darker masculine frame. Just looking at their naked reflections, pressed together, made his cock harden further.

  Ella giggled. “Max, you’re so kinky.”

  He smiled into the mirror, connecting with her eyes, and raised his brows. “Hardly, Ella. The real kink is in the playroom, but you’re not ready for that yet.”

  Max felt a quiver of anticipation jolt through her body. He knew Ella was interested in the lifestyle, but he had to take it slow. Someone as emotionally fragile as her needed time and space to make the right decisions. A D/s relationship wasn’t suitable for everyone.

  “What I really like, what really turns me on, will be to see the expression on your beautiful face. That’s why I installed the mirror. I need to know what you’re thinking and feeling on an emotional level. You’ll find it heightens everything we do.”

  He wasn’t sure if Ella understood, but she nodded anyway. Max held her possessively around the hips and then positioned his aching cock at the entrance to her moist pussy. He saw her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth parted and a whimper left her lips as he penetrated her cunt just an inch. My God, she felt deliciously tight, but he knew he’d hurt her if he continued. “Oh, baby, you’re little clit needs some extra attention. What you need is a clit ring. The added stimulation would make Ella one horny baby.”

  She looked shocked that he’d mentioned it, and she spoke out, “Oh, no, Max.” She shook her head. “It would hurt too much.”

  He smiled. “Only for a second or two, and it heals very quickly, just a couple of weeks. You’d find the sensation during sex unbelievable.” He saw her mulling over the suggestion. That was good. If she was open to his ideas, he figured Ella would make a willing submissive. One he could mold into the perfect slave.

  “My fingers will relax you for now. Remember, keep looking at my reflection.” He caressed a finger against her swelling bundle of clitoral nerves. Using the mirror, she stared into his eyes. The mirror enhanced his sexual arousal. Observing their reflection felt voyeuristic as though they were watching another couple fucking close by. He watched Ella bite down on her lower lip as his finger repeatedly circled her clit. Now she was lovely and wet and ready to be fucked properly. Her pussy throbbed around the tip of his cock, and he began sliding further inside, filling her slowly, inch by inch. Halfway in she began crying out, her back arching, begging him to fill her completely. Max had never been in a hurry regarding sex. To him it had always been an act to be savored and enjoyed. He had the control, and he’d learned over the years how to use it for best effect.

  When he was almost seated to the hilt, he wrapped his arm more firmly around her waist. He then scooped her back against his chest until they were virtually upright. Her tight, wet pussy slid down the remainder of his shaft, burying him to the hilt in her body. Ella cried out, “Max, you feel so good inside me.”

  “You too, baby.” Her eyes were hooded, and he reminded her, “Keep looking at our reflection.”

  Her chest heaved with excitement, her lips parted, gasping, breathing in more air. Max squeezed her clit tightly between his finger and thumb, stimulating the nerve endings. “Come for me, Ella,” he whispered, licking her earlobe as he stared intently at her beautiful reflection. He kissed her cheek, and nuzzled her soft flesh, feeling her whole body spasm and throb around his cock. He wrapped an arm tightly around her, caressing her breasts, stretching and teasing her sexy, dark brown nipples as her cries reached fever pitch. She followed his instructions to the letter, never once taking her gaze from his.

  “Max.”

  “Nearly there, baby. Come for me, come for me,” he hissed breathily in her ear.

  “Max, please. Dear God, what are you doing to me?”

  He felt her cunt tighten around his cock, milking it for all she was worth. Her orgasm, when it finally crashed through, was explosive. He knew then, as she climaxed, that Ella would make the perfect slave.

  Chapter Eight

  “Max, that was unbelievable,” Ella cried out. She’d always found it difficult to achieve orgasm, but Max had managed to make her climax in a matter of minutes. Max was as sexy as hell. His rich, deep voice sent shivers down her spine, and the way he’d insisted on her looking at their reflection heightened her sexual experience.

  Ella arched her back as he began thrusting in earnest. Her pussy throbbed every time he filled her with his large prick. It felt so good. Max’s olive complexion, darker than hers, contrasted wonderfully with her paler skin. His one hand caressed her breasts, tweaking the nipple between his finger and thumb. The other held her hip. She stared into his piercing, silver-gray eyes through the reflection in the mirror, mesmerized by his presence. Totally absorbed by him.

  He whispered breathily into her ear as he continued pumping his length inside her. “Soon, Ella, I’m gonna take you into the playroom, and show you around. I know that’s what you want.”

  A spasm throbbed deep in her pussy at the idea. “Max, you know it is. I’ve fantasized about you for years. I want to know about the playroom. It turns me on. It makes my pussy wet.”

  He thrust deeper still. His voice growled in her ear, “I’m gonna do things to you that you’ve never dreamed of. Wonderful, wicked things that you couldn’t even begin to imagine.”

  Her whole body tingled with new sensations. To actually be at Max’s mercy sounded so wonderful. From what she’d read she knew there would be an element of pain. But if she felt as good as she did right now, then the experience would be awesome. “Yes, Max, yes. I’ll be your slave.”

  “No, not until you submit to me, in any way I desire. Only then will you be ready to be a true slave.” He continued filling her wanton, wet pussy fast and hard, thrusting his cock even deeper inside her. Ella had never felt so feminine, sexy, and full. Her pussy tightened around his prick as he withdrew and lunged back inside her.

  “I want it, Max. I know I can do it.” Ella leaned back against him, savoring his warmth, his power, the feel of his skin, and the way his masculine chest hair rasped against her back. Arching against him, she lifted a hand and braced it around the back of his neck. With her other hand she gently caressed his face, brushing her fingertips across his
parted lips. He responded, sucking her fingers into his mouth. The sensation felt exquisite.

  “You belong to me now,” Max growled in her ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

  “I belong to you now, Max.”

  His tongue snaked out, tasting her lobe. His hand drifted down to her pussy, and she cried out as he pleasured the sensitive nub again. A wanton feeling clamped around her stomach, twisting and constricting until she felt she would squeeze the life from his prick. “Come for me, Ella.” His deep, masculine voice reverberated in her ear. Those four simple words, spoken so seductively, sent her over the edge. Her whole body went rigid as Max filled her again and again. Her breasts thrust forward, and a huge arch developed in her back. She clasped both hands more tightly around his neck, pulling his head forward so she felt the stubble on his jaw rasp against her cheek.

  She screamed out, “Max, oh, Max,” as a series of intense spasms exploded through her body. His cock felt huge as he lunged inside her several more times. She heard him groan his own release as he came loudly behind her, filling her with his potent seed. His breathing was heavy, his breath warm and sexy against her neck.

  “Christ, Ella, you’re one hell of a woman.” He took a breath in between each word, until his breathing returned to normal. “There’s no going back on what you’ve said.”

  “No, I’ve no intention of changing my mind. That was mind-blowing sex in the extreme. Thank you.”

  For the next thirty minutes they lay together, tenderly stroking each other’s naked flesh as they came back to earth. No words were necessary. Their sweat-soaked bodies now joined as one.

  * * * *

  When Ella abruptly awoke, panic began to fill her lungs, until she realized Max lay next to her, fast asleep. The sound of his heavy breathing was of great comfort, and she relaxed her stiffened shoulders. She glanced at her watch. It was just past two thirty in the morning.

  She stared at the man she’d known as a friend for more than a decade. Things had changed between them. Now he was her lover. She reached out to smooth a hand into his disheveled hair, but decided against it. Best not wake him after his sexual exertions. Instead, she took her time, enjoying looking at his naked body as he lay next to her, sleeping peacefully.

  Max had a body to die for. He was well muscled, with strong forearms and biceps. Evidence of his long workouts formed in the ridges and planes of his washboard stomach. Dark, masculine hair covered his well-developed legs. A small tattoo decorated his right hip. She’d never seen it before. The letters M and D had been woven on top of one another in some sort of tribal design. In sleep, he had an angelic smile to his handsome face. Yet it was no angel who’d made love to her in this very bed just a few hours ago. Max had a wicked, sexy streak coursing through his veins. She figured he had some exciting plans for her in the near future. Although she felt scared, her whole body throbbed right down to her very core. More than anything, Ella wanted to know what made Max tick. It was obvious he was into domination, but what really made him passionate? She had no doubt she would enjoy finding out.

  The tranquil and relaxing sounds of the fountains in the courtyard drifted through the partly opened glass doorway. She saw the pretty lights dotted around in the undergrowth, casting their magical glow over the inner garden. This really was a great place to relax. She actually felt free of the emotional burden that had plagued her for the last few weeks. Since Kirk had died, it had been a stressful time. If she could just sort out the house and sell it, she knew that everything would be okay. She hoped Max would ask her to move in with him. If he did, she’d go home and pack some more clothes and toiletries. If everything failed with Max, she still had a small amount of cash left. Then she could rent herself an apartment locally, and find a job.

  With her imagination beginning to work overtime again, she decided to walk across to her room and check her cell phone. There might be a message from Sara. After all, the blind date her friend had arranged had gone disastrously wrong. Ella smiled. For Kevin McCreedy it had, but for her, it had been the best thing that could possibly happen. Max had literally taken control—and she liked it.

  Slipping quietly from the bed, so as not to wake Max, she retrieved her blue silk gown from the floor. For a moment she thought she’d woken him, as he turned and rolled onto his side, but he began breathing heavily once again. Quickly, she wrapped the robe around her shoulders and tied it at the waist. Then she slipped through the gap in the large glass door and stepped into the inner courtyard.

  Ella walked across to her room. Her cell phone was where she left it, on the bedside table. There were two messages, both from Sara. Kevin is seriously pissed, and Where r u?

  Ella replied with a single “?”. There was no way she’d tell Sara she’d just had awesome sex with Maximiliano D’Alesandro. Although, she suspected her friend already knew. Tomorrow she’d ask her if she knew of a good piercing specialist. The way Max described the benefits of a clit ring turned her on. The idea she could achieve multiple orgasms really appealed to her. And the fact that she knew Max liked genital jewelry seemed as good a reason as any to go ahead with it.

  Once she’d finished with her text messages, Ella stepped back into the cool courtyard. Her eyes were drawn to the only room she’d never been allowed in—the playroom. Unlike the other rooms in Max’s home, the giant windows were always dark and impenetrable. Soon, if they continued their relationship, Max would allow her to enter. The idea both frightened and excited her. She wondered just what erotic delights lay behind the blacked-out windows.

  Instead of walking directly across the courtyard and back to Max’s bedroom, Ella felt drawn to the playroom. Without thinking, she walked across and tried the sliding partition. It wasn’t locked. Her heart flipped in her chest, and she looked over her shoulder, wondering if Max had heard. If she went inside, at least she would know what to expect. On the other hand, Max had made it clear that she was not allowed to enter without his permission. She knew he would be angry if she dared to disobey his wishes. She was aware that her heart was pounding heavily, and wondered if Max heard it. She admonished herself for being ridiculous. Of course he can’t hear it, you stupid woman. The open playroom door proved too tempting to resist.

  With a deep breath, Ella slid the opaque glass door open and tentatively stepped inside. An impressive array of light switches lay located just inside the entrance, and she flicked one on. Immediately, the room was flooded in bright light. She looked outside, wondering if the light would wake Max. She needn’t have worried. The thick black glass was only one way. Although she could see out, no one could see in. Feeling more confident, Ella closed the glass door behind her and moved further into the room.

  Three walls were completely covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Max clearly loved seeing everything, and evidently from every possible angle, too. Five large metal hooks were bolted to the ceiling, and a large wooden chest lay over in the far corner. There was nothing else. Her shocked expression reflected back at her from every mirrored wall. She heard her faltering steps as she walked across the white marble flooring. She’d expected to find a selection of racks and whips, and possibly even a St. Andrew’s Cross, but there was nothing of the sort.

  As though on autopilot, she made her way to the only object in the room—the wooden chest. It looked so old, like it had seen service on a galleon that was part of the Spanish Armada. Ella kneeled down in front of it, and with trembling fingers, reached out to open the huge lid. She felt certain that inside would lay the implements of sexual torture and pleasure.

  The solid oak lid was extremely heavy, and she strained as she tried to raise it. Without warning, a bare foot stamped the lid firmly shut. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in here, Ella? I expressly told you this room is strictly off-limits. You only come in here if and when I allow it.”

  Chapter Nine

  Ella’s blue eyes looked huge and frightened as she stared up at him f
rom a kneeling position. Her obvious vulnerability made him feel all-powerful. “Come.” Max stretched out a hand, and pulled her to her feet. He felt tiny tremors of anticipation pulsing through her fingertips. It felt good having her complete attention. When she stood in front of him, he cupped her chin, angling her face to his. He wanted to test her reaction, so he kept his voice low. “I should give you a good spanking for coming in here without my permission. I’m minded to lay you across my knee and redden your bare ass right now.”

  “Please, Max. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be in here.” Her eyes flared wide, and she snapped her head back defensively. “Please don’t spank me. I promise not to do it again. But it’s partly your fault, too. If you don’t want anyone to come in, then you should keep it locked.”

  “It’s never locked.” He raised his brow, wondering how much she really knew about a D/s relationship. He guessed she had a lot to learn. It seemed to him that Ella wanted to blame everyone except herself for her bad behavior. “So, are you saying it’s my fault that you entered without permission?”

  Her lips pouted. Gaining in confidence, she replied, “In a way, yes.” She looked around. “Besides, I don’t see anything special about this place. It’s just an empty room with an old chest in the corner. I don’t see why you’re so bothered that I’m in here.”

  To keep calm he spoke very slowly. “I see.” Max scanned the playroom intently, as though seeing it for the first time. Behind the large panes of mirrored glass lay his favorite toys. Large pieces of bondage furniture could be maneuvered into position at a moment’s notice. Each time he played in here he set the scene to his own personal desires. With the aid of mood lighting and the right buildup he could create an atmosphere of dominance and surprise for his sub. At the moment it looked very barren and clinical. “Hmm, do I detect disappointment, Ella?”