by Jan Bowles
“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.
“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
Six weeks later
“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 t
he 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.”
