Ella smiled and pointed a fork loaded with egg at him. “Are you trying to keep me out of trouble, Max?”
“You know me so well, baby.” They’d first met and become firm friends more than a decade ago. She could second-guess many of his actions. However, he still had the element of surprise on his side where their budding sexual relationship was concerned. He figured Ella had no idea what sexual delights lay in store for her in the coming weeks and months. He felt his cock hardening uncomfortably in his jeans at all the things he wanted to do to her. “Just indulge me a little. I think it will be good for you.”
“It sounds tempting, Max. I intended to have a career in professional photography before I met Kirk.”
“I know, and you would have made a great photographer, too. Oh, there’s just one more thing, Ella.”
“What, Max?”
“Don’t forget you’re meeting Lexi today.”
“Lexi?”
“Yeah, you remember, my friend Lexi the body piercer. You’re having your clit pierced today.”
“You’re kidding me, Max. The pain will be excruciating.”
Max laughed out loud. She had a lot to learn. “It’s your clitoral hood actually, baby. Your cute little sexual pearl will remain intact.”
Ella sighed. “Thank God for that.” Deep in thought, she took another mouthful of her breakfast and then said, concerned, “This piercing, Max. You’ll be there, won’t you?”
He knew she was a little worried about the procedure. “You betcha, baby. It’s part of your initiation as my sub.”
She breathed deeply. “Oh, good. I’ll feel more confident with you there. Will it hurt?”
Max smiled, pleased by her answer. “It might just sting a bit, but don’t worry. I’ll be right there with you.”
Chapter Fourteen
After a long, hot shower, Ella returned to the bedroom. Max lay on the bed relaxing, his arms behind his head. Wearing smart, tailored trousers and a clean white linen shirt open at the neckline, he had a sensual smile to his lips. She felt a knot of desire rippling through her body, twisting down to her womb. Max was so f*ck
ing sexy.
“I want you to wear a dress, but no underwear today. Your p*ssy
is lovely and smooth. It’ll turn me on watching another woman being intimate with your vagina.”
Ella raised a brow. “Oh, Max, you naughty boy. What is it about men and lesbian fantasies?”
Max patted the bed. “Come here.” She went and sat next to him, he stroked a hand down her cheek. “The piercing will be a little sore afterwards. You don’t want anything to chafe it.”
She nodded. Her stomach churned. Having such an intimate part of her body pierced seemed a little daunting right now, but she knew it would displease Max if she refused to have it done. Besides, even though she was a little apprehensive, she knew deep down it would bring great sexual rewards in the future.
She squeezed Max’s hand for comfort. “What if I show myself up and scream the place down? What will Lexi think then?”
“I wouldn’t worry about Lexi. She’s been in the business a long time. She’s seen everything, and besides she’s a Domme. I figure she’ll get off on hearing you scream.” He joked.
Ella rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Max,” she commented sarcastically, “You’ve really reassured me.” That’s all she needed, some female dominant getting a wet p*ssy
herself, while she squealed in pain. She moved to get dressed, but Max put a hand on her shoulder.
“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” She didn’t really want to talk about being dumped by her husband for another woman. It still made her angry.
Max persisted. “I told you we should discuss everything with each other, baby. We shouldn’t have any secrets. They only build up into something much bigger.”
The happiness she had begun to feel the moment she’d woken up began to dim. Would it always be like this? This feeling of being totally inadequate. Kirk had found someone else much better in bed, much more of a woman. It would only be a matter of time before Max did the same. Max was a rich, good-looking, highly sexed guy. Why would he stay with her, when he could have any woman he wanted? If she confided her fears to him, it would only make her seem weak, immature, and needy. It would probably bring their relationship to an end before it had barely begun.
In the end she snapped at him. “I just don’t want to talk about Kirk and that bitch of his, Max. Okay?”
He studied her for a while, before speaking. “I understand it’s not an easy subject, but I’m here, if you need me. I’ve spoken with Hans Lindquist. The psychologist I told you about. He can help you overcome any problems. I think you need to discuss Kirk’s affair and suicide with someone not so close to the situation. Someone who can be logical and objective.”
Ella’s head began to hurt. All this thinking stressed her out. In the end she answered angrily, “I’d be okay if people just left me the f*ck