Claimed for the Master's Pleasure(23)

Lia felt secretly pleased that Jake had blossomed since he’d known her. The man she loved more than life itself obviously wanted their relationship to continue.

She walked across the elegant and tastefully decorated reception area and, using the personal passkey that Jake had given her, summoned the private elevator. “Guess I’ll go up to the penthouse, and see what he’s up to. Bye, Madeline.”

“See you, honey.”

When the elevator doors slid open on the fiftieth floor, she called out, “Where are you, Jake?”

A muffled reply sounded from down the hallway. “I’m in here, princess.”

Lia made her way to his private gym. Jake wouldn’t be using the Constantine Fitness Center. There was no need. Not when he had a comprehensive selection of exercise equipment installed in the privacy of his own penthouse. He was lying on his back, bench-pressing a heavy weighted bar. Masculine sweat dripped down the sides of his face. She guessed by the number of weights, the bar was carrying around four hundred pounds. Naked from the waist up, the muscles of his chest and stomach flexed as he repeatedly raised the barbell, before lowering it to his chest again. She saw his biceps and triceps straining as he pumped the flexing bar several times before finally securing it safely to the stand.

Jake always did this to her. She’d been with him for six months now, but just the sight of his masculine body turned her legs to Jell-O. Lia leaned back against the doorway and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. If Jake were a meal she’d want to gobble him up whole. Everything about him turned her on, from his dreamy, crystal-blue eyes, to his long fingers and big hands. He could turn her to putty at a moment’s notice. Their relationship had developed into a deep understanding, and they were barely apart. They brought life to each other’s fantasies. They confided in each other. They loved each other.

Jake grabbed a towel and began wiping the sweat from his chest and arms. His eyes held hers and a knowing smile drifted to his lips. “What’s the matter, princess? You’ve seen me work out before.” His deep voice brushed like soft velvet across her skin, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her pussy tightened and throbbed with desire at the look he gave her. “I know it makes your pussy wet.”

Feeling mischievous and more than a little naughty, she answered, “Huh, call that a workout. A ten-year-old boy could lift more weight than you.”

Jake smiled at her deliberate jibe. Sometimes she acted like a brat just to get his attention—and boy, did it work.

Her breathing accelerated as he looked at her. “Is that so, princess?” A wicked grin spread on his lips as he rose from the bench and moved toward her. Lia pressed her back against the wall, and closed her eyes. She adored and craved his attention.

“So what would you suggest I do to turn me into a real man?”

A girlish squeal left her lips as he suddenly grabbed her wrists and held them high above her head. His still-sweaty body pressed along the length of hers—hot and exciting.

Lia slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze drifted to his sensual lips. She loved him with all her heart.

Jake raised a brow. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lia nodded. “Sorry, Sir, I’m forgetting myself,” she answered in submissive mode, hoping he would take the bait and give her what she craved most, a good fucking.

Jake leaned in and kissed her passionately. He firmly pressed a knee between her legs, forcing them open. When he pulled away she saw the smile still on his lips. His eyes twinkled from the overhead lights. “Hmm, I think my slave is trying to top from the bottom.”

“Oh, no, Sir,” she answered quickly, sensing her recklessness had achieved the desired effect. Her breathing was fast and shallow. “It was just a joke, Sir.”

Jake cupped her chin and angled her face to his. “Too late, slave. I think a little correction is required to show just who’s in charge. Don’t you?”

Lia swallowed hard. The look in his eyes made her panties moisten. “Yes, Sir.”

Jake dragged her from the wall by her wrists, and pulled her over to his exercise bench. “Now, slave. Lie on there and do exactly what I say. You need to straighten up and fly right.”

With her legs straddling the twelve-inch-wide bench, she lay back and rested her head against the padded support.

“Wait here, don’t move. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He returned a few moments later with a pair of handcuffs. “Put your hands together under the workbench, my slave.”

Lia complied, and Jake immediately secured her wrists together. The satisfying click as the cuffs locked in place only served to excite her further. The top half of her body lay tight against the bench, but her legs were wide open. At least she still had her clothes on, for now. When Jake produced a large hunting knife with a seven-inch blade, Lia knew she was in for an exciting time.

“Please, Sir, I—”

He placed a finger to her lips. “Shhh, my slave. Your Master has not given you permission to speak.”

Jake smoothed his free hand over her prone body, pressing his fingers through her clothes, making her squirm in response. He massaged her breasts and then lifted her chin with his fingers, so her neck was fully exposed and submissive. Molten fire swirled in his eyes. “What you have to realize in our relationship is that there is a natural order of things. Only one of us can be in charge, and that’s me, my slave.” As soon as he finished speaking he roughly grabbed the neckline of her top and began slicing through the material. The hunting knife was so sharp it made quick work of the T-shirt. Lia held her breath as the cold steel tip of the knife made contact with her naked flesh. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly in the tight confines of her bra. The ruined material was brushed aside. Jake leaned down and pulled at her skirt. One long, noisy cut was all that was required to remove it. Down to just her bra and panties, Jake stalked her, circling her, observing her like a predator observed its prey.

“Excellent. That’s what I like to see. Anticipation and just a little fear in my slave’s eyes.” He held up the knife in front of her. “I’m going to trail this formidable weapon all over your naked body, and you are going to lie perfectly still, because that is what I tell you to do.” When the glinting blade effortlessly sliced through the shoulder straps of her bra, she felt the cold steel sexily caress her skin. “Don’t move, or even breathe too deeply. Remember, my slave, this blade is razor sharp. So don’t even move a muscle.” To finish the effect he cut through the front of her bra, and her breasts bounced free. Jake tugged the skimpy lace from her body, and it fell ruined to the floor, joining the rest of her clothes. Her panties were quickly dispatched, too. They stood no chance against the awesome cutting force of the hunting knife.

With her arms handcuffed beneath her, Lia lay naked and exposed on the exercise bench. Her legs straddled the painfully narrow plank, making her feel vulnerable and more than a little scared.

Jake walked around in front of her. She could tell he was as aroused as she was. When he looked into her eyes, she saw power and pleasure flooding his veins. “Just to make it a little more interesting, I’ve decided to blindfold you. Remember, my slave, don’t move, or I may accidentally cut you.”

Her breathing was out of control as Jake secured a black silk scarf around her head, covering her eyes. She had every faith in him. She could trust him. She loved him.





Chapter Twenty-Six



Jake carefully observed Lia for a few moments, enjoying her naked body lying prostrate on the exercise bench. Beautiful, magnificent breasts undulated as her breathing continued to accelerate. With a shapely leg lying either side of the workout bench, he could see every intimate detail of her freshly shaved, baby-smooth pussy. Fuck, he wanted to be inside her, to fill her with his hard shaft. Later, when he’d teased her a little more, then he’d get his reward.

He placed the vicious-looking hunting knife on the table, exchanging it for a simple butter knife. He rubbed his thumb over the blade and smiled. It was barely sharp enough to slice through warm butter, let alone skin. To Lia it would feel like the same knife, the very same razor-sharp steel tracing over the most sensitive parts of her body. Lia meant everything to him, and he wouldn’t risk cutting her.

Jake turned his attention back to her. He watched her breasts rise and fall rapidly as the increased flow of adrenaline coursed through her body. Her stomach quivered with anticipation of the unknown. As he walked around the exercise bench, he saw the subtle nuances on her face. He figured she was trying to guess his next move.

“Are you ready, slave?”

Her head snapped to attention when he spoke, making his decision to use a butter knife the right one.

He hunkered down beside her and whispered in her ear. “Lie perfectly still, slave, and all will be well. Disobey my instructions and you may well regret it.” He pressed the blade to her lips, and an aura of acceptance descended around her. He could just hear a whimper deep in her throat as she fought the impulse to move. “Keep very still, my slave. Very, very still. Any unintentional movement could be most unfortunate for you.”

He knew Lia was entirely focused on him, one hundred percent. Her complete submission made him feel powerful and alive. Lifting her chin, he slowly trailed the tip of the blade down her neck, until it reached her frightened, pulsating throat. From past experience with other subs, he knew the blade would feel razor sharp. Her breathing quickened, and her stomach undulated even faster. Her mouth parted and she swallowed nervously, but she remained perfectly still. Just like a statue.