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

“Good. That was my intention. Your orgasms will come a lot easier and be far more powerful from now on.”


He trailed his fingers into her aroused wet slit, and immediately she let out a nervous whimper as he traced a finger over her enticing little butt hole. “Have you ever had anal sex?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“No,” she answered quickly. He knew she wanted to move, but she was totally restricted by the duct tape holding her in place. She only had to use her safeword and he would release her immediately. Although he knew from past experience she enjoyed being sexually dominated. Especially when she could blame all the unspeakable acts he asked her to do on him.

“Then I shall be honored to introduce you to it.” When she didn’t answer, he asked, “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master, but I’m a little afraid.” Her voice sounded less than confident now.

“I have something to relax you right here, my pet. I went out and bought it especially for you,” he told her as he unwrapped the small package in front of her.

“What is it?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Max held up the small sexual device. “It’s a love egg, my pet. It vibrates inside you. It’ll make you feel sexy.”

“You make me feel sexy enough, Master.”

He smiled. “I know, but this’ll take your mind off what I’m gonna do next.”

“It won’t.”

“I assure you it will.” Max squirted lube over the love egg and then held it against her p*ssy

. A gasp left her lips as he slid it slowly inside her. “There, my pet. See how good that feels.” When it had completely disappeared from view, he switched it on with the remote control, selecting a nice, slow speed.

A surprised expression formed on her face. He caressed her cheek. “I told you you’d like it.”

He stood in front of her and removed his T-shirt. He folded it neatly and placed it on the sofa. Next, he removed his boots, carefully placing them upright against the wall. When he turned back, Ella had her eyes closed. He reached for the remote, and turned up the dial. Immediately her eyes flew wide open, and a tight moan escaped her lips.

“You want me to f*ck
your virgin ass, don’t you, my pet?”

Max dialed a higher speed on the remote. Ella would beg him to take her soon. A glazed expression formed in her eyes and he spoke again.

“I know you want me to f*ck
your ass.” He began removing his jeans, undoing the leather belt and sliding it through the loops. All the time he kept his eyes focused fully on hers. “You’ll be begging me,” he said, pulling the zipper down, and slowly easing his throbbing cock into his hand, “to fill you with this.”

A whimper left her lips as he stroked a hand over the solid shaft. “Just imagine how this will feel inside your virgin ass.”





Chapter Eighteen



Ella’s heart started to beat faster as Max slowly eased the faded Wranglers down his muscular thighs. Never once breaking eye contact with her, he folded the jeans and placed them on the leather sofa.

The prospect of anal sex frightened her, yet the love egg he’d inserted in her p*ssy

made her feel aroused and ready for him. It throbbed repeatedly, making her clitoral nerves ache for release. It was a real mind tease, wanting his touch, yet fearing it, too.

If only she’d escaped to bed earlier. Then she wouldn’t be in this dilemma. She’d known Max might discipline her because of the large fine, but by nine in the evening, she’d felt sure he’d forgotten all about it. How wrong could she be? Trapped where she knelt, she just had to await the inevitable. Her whole body tingled with expectation.

As she stared into his eyes, she knew she loved him without question. As sure as night followed day, she would follow him, wherever he led.

Max stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “I will take care of you, little one.” All she could do was stare at his erection, taut against his stomach. The veins of his cock stood proud. Max was a large man in every respect. However gentle he tried to be with her ass, she figured it would hurt.

When he moved behind her, her pulse raced, sending the blood coursing through her veins. Her breathing became heavy. He must have raised the speed of the love egg inside her p*ssy

, because it throbbed even faster, making her insides contract around it

“Master,” she whimpered.

“Relax, and all will be well.” Max began easing the tension from her shoulders, working his fingers into the tight muscles. He smoothed his thumbs down her spine, and then flattened his palms over her bare butt, soothing her with circular movements. He caressed her buttock cheeks with his mouth before slowly drifting his tongue over the sensitive flesh. A moan left her lips as he came close to her crevice. The tip of his tongue probed her anus, sending forbidden tremors pulsating inside her.

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