That sudden thought struck a chord—she belonged to him. Nothing had ever felt so right before. Ella was his now, and he wouldn’t allow anything to come between them—not the looming court appearance, and certainly not her dead husband, Kirk. Kirk may have been his best friend, but he hadn’t treated her well. He should have treated her with more respect, and he could never forgive him for that. A woman like Ella deserved the very best. Like a bolt out of the blue, it finally dawned on him—he loved her. All five foot four and one hundred pounds of pure sassiness, wrapped up in the perfect submissive package. After years of being disillusioned by unsatisfactory D/s relationships, he realized he and Ella were a match made in heaven. They were always meant to be together. They were soul mates. He shouldn’t declare his love for her just yet. He figured that after the traumatic events of the last few months, it might just scare her away.
He leaned forward and untied the rope securing her wrists. Like the good sub that she was, she hadn’t complained, but he knew they must ache. Immediately she was freed, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers drifted through his hair as she rode his prick. It made him feel needed. Something he’d never considered necessary before. But he did now. He wanted her to need him with every breath that she took. She was his.
“Come on, baby, that’s it. I order you to come for your Master.” Max cupped her gorgeous buttocks, driving his cock even deeper inside her. He felt her p*ssy
contract around him as he spoke against her ear. Like most women, Ella responded to verbal stimulation. “Wrap your legs around me. Squeeze me tight.” She did as he commanded, crossing them at the ankles. “Mmm, that’s it, baby. Take me all in.” Max ran his hands along her silky, smooth thighs.
His cock glistened with her feminine juices. He couldn’t resist looking down, watching it slide in out of her wet cunt, covered with her arousal. A breathy gasp hissed from her lips as his balls relentlessly banged against her p*ssy
lips. He raised the pace, taking it to a higher level. Her squeals of delight filled the bathroom, until she finally came, her convulsions milking his cock repeatedly. “Max, oh, Max.” Her fingers fisted into his hair, pulling it—hard. “Please, Max.”
“f*ck
, baby.” He stilled her hands in his hair. “Jesus.” He threw his head back as his balls tightened further. Then a wondrous, unstoppable surge burst up his prick and spilled with agonizing pleasure deep inside her warm, wet cunt.
Their heavy breathing echoed around the room. “Christ, woman.” Max cradled her head in his arms and tenderly kissed her lips. He smiled into her eyes, which were hooded with pleasure. “You were sensational.” He kissed her cheek, and then whispered in her ear. “But you did disobey me by making a noise. I cannot let that go unpunished.” He smiled. “Still, a little correction at home will serve to keep you on the straight and narrow.” He traced his fingers down her spine, feeling an intense shiver ripple through her body and contract around his cock, still hard inside her. He figured Ella was already looking forward to his discipline.
“You’re such a wicked deviant, Max.” He heard the humor in her voice.
“Yeah, you’re just pissed because I’m your kind of wicked deviant.”
Ella giggled. “Mmm, I guess you are. Where did you learn all this stuff?”
Max wiggled his eyebrows. “It just comes naturally to me.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised.” She looked at him, perhaps as if seeing him for the first time.
“Come, we’d better get dressed.” Reluctantly he slipped his cock from her moist p*ssy
, and began tidying himself up. “If we stay here any longer the workforce will batter the door down, wondering what all the commotion is about. Get dressed, and I’ll take you up to the roof garden. The views are spectacular.”
Chapter Sixteen
It was with some trepidation that Ella followed Max up the short flight of steps, to Lexi’s Tattoo and Piercing Parlor. He turned to her when he’d reached the top, and smiled. “Don’t look so worried. It’ll be a piece of cake.”
“You’re not the one having your private parts pierced,” she said defensively.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“That’s very reassuring,” Ella answered sarcastically.
Max leaned in, his warm breath fanning provocatively against her neck. “Just wait until I get you home, my pet. Some serious correction is in order. I haven’t forgotten your earlier disobedience, and now this uncalled-for sarcasm. Something tells me you want your Master to discipline you.” His voice was laden with intent, and she couldn’t help but wonder what technique he would use when they returned home. Maybe he was right, and she’d deliberately acted like a brat in order to gain his attention.