Love Slave to the Sicilian Billionaire (Guilty Pleasures #4)

able ass.” His hand glided between her legs, and she let out a gasp as he pressed a finger against her puckered hole. She squirmed on the horse, the cold steel ridge grinding between her p*ssy

lips. The sensation felt exquisite. He leaned close to her ear, his fingers still pleasuring her helpless pink rosette, and whispered, “I promise you this, pet. I will have this ass soon. What do you say?” As he spoke he pressed a finger inside her anus, making her moan with enjoyment.

“Thank you, Master.” Her words came out in a rush.

“You learn well, pet. Now for your punishment.” His hands smoothed over the globes of her ass. “This is such a useful device. I get to feel your vulnerability, and you get to sample my power.” His hands drifted down her legs, which she knew were trembling with wanton anticipation. The sensual touch of his fingers on her bare flesh only accentuated the feeling of being out of control. Ella gasped for air as he slowly smoothed his fingertips along her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her wet p*ssy

. She buried her head in the soft leather upholstery, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to erupt from deep inside her.

“Your response to me is intoxicating.” His deep voice seemed to reverberate around every nerve ending. She wanted him to touch her p*ssy

, and she eased back as much as she could, inviting him to do so.

Thwack. Without warning, he slapped her bare butt hard with his hand. Her first instinct was to squirm away, but the action made the ridge between her legs rub against her clit, causing pleasure and pain to mingle. “Master,” she cried, “it hurts.”

“You have disrespected your Master today. Five strokes of my hand on your bare ass is your punishment.”

Another slap heated her butt cheek, making her cunt rub against the metal ridge of the sawhorse once again. Oh, my God dear God. How was it possible to feel this good? She felt her vaginal arousal coating the horse as a warm pleasurable sensation permeated her reddened ass cheeks.

“It doesn’t just hurt does it, my little pet?”

“No, Master.”

“Tell me?” Each time she tried to move, her erect nipples chaffed on the leather padding, making her even more aroused.

“It’s making my p*ssy

wet, Master.”

Max slapped her butt again. Her whole ass felt on fire. “Naughty girls must be punished.”

“Oh, yes, Master. I know I’ve been naughty. I need to be punished. I need to atone for disrespecting you.” It stung so much. Tears began to slowly trickle down her cheeks.

“You know why this is happening?” He slapped her thigh. It didn’t hurt, just glowed hotly, making her p*ssy

feel on fire.

“Yes, Master.”

“What will you do in future?”

“I will always trust you, Master.”

“I will never lie to you, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” Yet another slap stung her bare ass. The sound echoed around the playroom. Her p*ssy

glowed with warmth. She wanted him to fill her with his prick. Surely he must be hard. “Please, Master. f*ck
me, please. I can’t stand it.”

“Did this slave beg her Master?”

“Yes, I need you, Master, please, I’m begging you.”

Max walked around in front of her. He pulled his jeans down, displaying his rock-hard cock. Ella licked her lips, unable to stop herself writhing on the horse. Her clit ground even more against the metal ridge, causing sharp, jagged breaths to leave her lips.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Master.”

He moved closer to her, holding his erect cock in his hand, guiding it to her mouth. With her head angled to one side, and resting on the soft leather padding, she looked up into his face. Max’s eyes burned with an intensity she’d never seen before. It literally took her breath away. He was so close she swiped the pre-cum off the tip of his penis with her tongue, hearing his sharp intake of breath as reward. He stroked a hand into her hair and began f*ck
ing her face. He wiped the tears from her cheeks as she swallowed every inch of him. Sucking his huge prick just as she knew he wanted her to.

Max cupped her chin. “You have pleased me, pet.” He then withdrew his cock, and walked back behind her. His fingers trailed into her sex. “Oh, little one, you are so wet.” His cock speared her entrance and he grabbed hold of her hips, sinking his length deep inside her. She stared helplessly at their reflection in the mirror. She could clearly see him filling her from behind, dominating her submissive, bound body. Their eyes connected through the mirror. She cried out, enjoying the feel of him filling her cunt. “Oh, Master.”

“This is what you want. This is what you need. Do you understand me?”

“Oh, yes, Master.”

Her whole body spasmed, enjoying the delicious sensation of her Master being deep inside her, f*ck
ing her relentlessly from behind. Each time he filled her, her clit came into contact with the hard metal ridge of the horse. Totally at his mercy, she submitted completely, letting him take what he needed, take what was his.

“You are mine. Say it.”

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