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

Without another word, he took hold of her hand and held it firmly in his, and then pushed open the large glass door. Ella decided to trust him, and allowed herself to be ushered into the dimly lit interior. After the mind-blowing sex she’d experienced that morning, she felt really close to him. He’d shown her something she’d never thought possible—a deep, loving connection and understanding with another human being. It had never been that way with Kirk. Maybe it was her fault that he’d sought the arms of another woman, because she’d never responded to him, the way she responded to Max? Max made her feel alive. Ella knew it was more than just physical attraction. She was falling hopelessly in love with him.

For a few brief seconds, Ella strained to see. When her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, she could make out brightly colored designs displayed on the walls. They showed some impressive, detailed artwork. She figured they were designs for tattoos. There was something to please every taste. A counter ran along the entire length of the store. Under its glass surface lay every conceivable item used in tattooing and piercing. Various stands filled the limited floor space, displaying everything for the bondage and fetish enthusiast. Whips, floggers, canes, and paddles were there in abundance.

Ella found herself squeezing Max’s hand even tighter. It reassured her when he squeezed it back. The thick beaded curtains at the end of the store swished noisily open, and as if by magic, a woman in her late thirties appeared. Her short, cropped hair, the color of straw, was flecked with pink strands, as though she’d tumbled into a candyfloss-making machine. She was dressed in jeans and a leather bustier, which pushed her large breasts into impossible mounds. Her whole body was covered in tattoos. Piercings adorned her lips, ears, and nose. Ella guessed that she had her nipples and clit pierced, too. Thick black eyeliner accentuated her startling blue eyes. No sooner had she guessed this was Lexi, than the woman spoke.

“Hi, Max. Come into the back. I’ve got everything ready for you.” Her deep gravelly voice took Ella a little by surprise. But what did she expect. The woman was a Domme, and a scary one at that. When she looked at Ella, she smiled. “My, my, Max, what a beauty. She’s gorgeous.” She studied her as though she were prey. “If she’s into threesomes, Max. I’d be willing to give you a hand.”

Max playfully wagged an index finger and laughed. “You’re a naughty girl, Lexi. Ella is strictly hetero, as well you know.”

“Yeah, such a shame. She’s such a sweetie, too. I could eat her all up. Still, never mind. I get to pierce that cute little clitoral hood of hers. So there’s a silver lining after all.” Lexi then winked at Ella.

“You’re a wicked woman, Lexi.”

“Never been anything else, Max.” She laughed. “You know that.”

Ella looked at Max and rolled her eyes. She hoped he would get the message that she was more than a little embarrassed by the situation. He didn’t. Instead, he just smiled with amusement. “Take no notice of Lexi, baby. It’s just her way.”

“Sweetie, don’t look so scared. I don’t bite.” Lexi placed a protective arm around Ella’s shoulder, and guided her into the back. Maybe she wasn’t so scary after all.

When Ella saw all the piercing implements neatly laid out on a clean towel, she changed her mind.

Lexi patted the gurney. “Hop up. I’ll just take a look, and see what type of piercing is most suitable for you. Slip your panties off, sweetie. No need to feel embarrassed. I’ve seen it all before.”

Ella cleared her throat. “I’m not wearing any. Max wouldn’t allow me to.”

Lexi threw back her head and burst into laughter. “f*ck
, Max, you’re so predictable. I bet Sir here has been torturing your little clit all day long.”

Ella looked at Max, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. They were talking about the most intimate part of her body as though it were an everyday item. Like a bag of sugar or a quart of milk. Slowly starting to relax, Ella replied, “He has,” making Lexi laugh even more.

“Well, lie down and let me take a look, sweetie. This won’t take long to do. Open your legs nice and wide. I bet you’re real pretty down there.” Ella did as she asked. Her cheeks burned brightly as Lexi studied her clit. She seemed to be taking a measurement with something that resembled a cotton wool swab. She lifted her head and looked directly at Ella. “You have a perfect little clit. I’ll be able to fit a VCH.” She turned to Max. “I’ll expect Sir will want to the do the honors.”

“Of course.”

“I won’t be a minute.” Lexi walked from the treatment room.

When they were left alone, Ella turned to Max. “What’s a VCH, and what does she mean by you doing the honors?”

“It’s the way the piercing sits. Vertical ones are more comfortable. Horizontal piercings are not recommended. VCH is an abbreviation for vertical clitoral hood piercing,” Max said matter-of-factly.

Lexi returned with a tray, which she placed on a small table next to Ella. She handed Max a pair of surgical gloves, and then pulled on a pair herself. Panic raced around Ella’s system. “You’re not gonna pierce me are you, Max?”

He smiled benignly. “No, baby. I’m not qualified for that.” Her relief felt short-lived as he continued speaking. “But Lexi, here, knows me well enough to allow me to attach your piercing. It’s something she’s trusted me to do with all of my subs.”

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