Bowles, Jan - Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire [Guilty Pleasures 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (6 page)

“I’m all yours, Ella. Say whatever’s on your mind. I don’t bite, unless that’s what you want me to do.”

She cleared her throat. “What I wanted to say was…” This was proving more difficult. She tried again. “What I mean is…I like…” Ella stared into his eyes. “Help me out, Max, please. I was never good with words.”

Maybe he heard the heartfelt plea in her voice, because he pulled back the covers and rose from the bed. Wearing just a skimpy pair of shorts he stood mere inches from her. His thick erection was clearly evident beneath the thin silk material.
Breathe, Ella, breathe.
Her heart pounded in her chest as he reached out and cupped her chin with his finger and thumb. He angled her face to his. In that instant she saw desire burning in his eyes. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, just as he leaned in and grazed her mouth with his own.

“I know you want me, Ella,” he said, holding her gaze as he expertly untied the sash around her waist. “That’s why you’re here, now. You want me just as much as I want you.”

Still unable to speak, she nodded. This time he kissed her more forcefully as he pulled the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His tongue dueled with hers until he breathlessly pulled away. When he stared down at her trembling body a wicked smile formed on his lips. “Baby, you do not disappoint me one little bit.” Through the fine gossamer material of the baby-doll nightie, Max traced the outline of her body with his large, masculine hands. His fingers gently brushed the swell of her breasts, and she let out a moan of contentment as he circled her hardened nipples with his thumbs. Her pussy ached with need.

“Tell me what you want, Ella?” he asked, returning to look her in the eye. “I want to hear it from your own lips.”

Ella stared into his eyes, totally absorbed by his arousing touch. “Don’t tease me Max. You know what I want.”

“Of course I know, baby, but it turns me on to hear you say it.”

“Okay.” She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “I want you to fuck me, Max. Fuck me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. Fuck me until I can’t stop coming.”

Chapter Seven

“You
are
beautiful, Ella, and I’ll have no trouble fucking you senseless. You see, I’ve always wanted to do this.” Max smiled into her eyes as he began untying the pretty pink ribbon on the neckline of her skimpy nightie. Her nipples were hard, and showed prominently through the fine material. It was like unwrapping the perfect present. He saw she was aroused, but he could also see she was wary, too. That fact alone heightened his own arousal. His cock felt like hardened steel pressed against the inside of his shorts. When she’d first walked into the bedroom, he knew she had something on her mind. Well, if Ella wanted a night of hot loving to forget her worries, he would not disappoint her.

Max peeled the material back, exposing her ample breasts just enough to lick the dark brown areolas. She smelled like heaven and tasted divine. Her back arched and she gripped his shoulders more tightly. He knew then that her nipples were supersensitive, just the way he liked them.

“We’ll leave this sexy little nightie on a while longer,” he said, pressing her possessively onto the bed. When she went to remove her strappy gold sandals, he stopped her. “Leave them.” He’d never seen a sexier pair of feet, and he wanted to enjoy them. Each toe had been perfectly painted in hot pink. The vibrant color complemented the tan on her beautiful, long, smooth legs.

Kneeling between those sensual legs, he took hold of an ankle in each hand and raised them from the bed. Then he kissed each one in turn, savoring the delicate bone structure wrapped delectably in the thin, gold straps. He rubbed his thumb over the leather thongs, tightly buckled around her heel. “You have beautiful feet. I could just lick and kiss them all day long.” He then worked his way up each leg, caressing the smooth, tanned flesh with his lips and tongue. “Mmm.” He smiled into her eyes. “Open your legs wider, baby. I want to see what makes you a woman.”

“I want to, Max, but I’m embarrassed. It’s such an intimate thing to do.”

“Do it.” He raised his brows, and said more forcefully, “I won’t ask you again.”

When she complied, a soft moan of protest left her lips as he spread her legs wider still. “That’s better. There’s nothing I don’t know about you now.” Her beautiful, shaved pussy glistened with arousal. It turned him on to see how wet her cunt had become.

“Oh, Max.” Her breathing seemed out of control. Her breasts heaved, and her stomach undulated with sexual desire.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, Ella.” Slowly he stroked a hand over her inner thigh, moving closer to her feminine folds. He loved seeing the anticipation in her eyes. Ella was very open to his touch. When he slid his index finger into her wet slit, she literally lifted from the bed, raising her butt high off the mattress to gain more pleasure from his touch. “Baby, you’re so responsive.”

“I can’t help it, Max. I need you.”

He wondered how long it had been since she’d last made love, but decided against asking. Realistically he didn’t want to know the answer. He guessed, by her reaction it had been a long time.

“You like this?” he asked, slipping his finger deep inside her cunt. Her gasp of pure pleasure told him the answer. “And this?” He drove two fingers inside her, and held them in place as he lowered his head to her pussy. She cried out when he dragged his tongue over her slit. Her hands fisted into his hair, pushing him further into her feminine wetness.

“Fucking hell, Max.”

He smiled. There was nothing like a woman’s sexual arousal to bring out the basest human language. “Yeah, baby. Fucking hell is right.” He circled her clit with his tongue, and then sucked it into his mouth, drawing the exquisite pearl bead against his teeth. When her wanton moans intensified, he knew she was close to climax. He lifted his head from her sopping cunt and smiled into her eyes. He saw the frustration etched on her face.

“You bastard, Max. I was right on the edge, and you know it.” Her lips pouted petulantly.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just want to be inside you when you come for me for the first time.”

“Hurry, Max, please. Orgasms have never come easily for me, and that one was so close.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and opened the bedside drawer. He pulled out a pack of condoms. When he stood and removed his shorts, Ella moved across to him. “Give me that. I’ll do it.” He smiled, and handed her the foil pack. Ella seemed mesmerized by his cock. Her fingers grasped tightly around it, and stroked from base to tip, pumping it enthusiastically. He breathed in, controlling the impulse to fuck her hand. “Your prick is magnificent, Max. You’re so big.”

“It’s all for you, baby.” She looked so beautiful. The baby-doll nightie opened wide, giving him an uninterrupted view of her perfect, voluptuous breasts. Her hair fell about her fragile features in cascades of raven black. This all felt so natural between them. So right. She traced the large blue vein that dominated the side of his cock with a perfectly manicured finger. The tip of his penis wept his masculine arousal, and she swirled her fingertip in the sticky moisture she found there. Then she ripped the pack open and held the condom in her teeth. Using her mouth, she slowly rolled it down his aching shaft. It was a wonderful sight seeing his cock disappearing between her rosebud lips. “Fuck, woman, that feels good.” When he was fully sheathed, he knelt on the bed and stretched out his hands. “Come here, baby.” Ella smiled and slid into his open arms. He held her close, enjoying the intimacy between them. “I think we can lose this now,” he murmured, taking hold of the nightie and pulling it over her head. She helped him remove it completely and he discarded it on the floor. Now, both completely naked, she melted into his embrace, skin to skin, flesh to flesh. It felt good being with a woman again, especially a woman as attractive as Ella.

Max kissed her possessively on the lips, enjoying the feel of her body as he ran his hands over her feminine curves. Her breasts were full, her hips womanly, and her nipples hard and aroused as he circled them with his thumbs. He smiled into her eyes, which were hooded and expectant. “Kneel on all fours, Ella. It’s a good position for both of us, and excellent for stimulating your G-spot. Face the end of the bed. I’ve got a pleasant surprise for you.”

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.