“My butt belongs to you, Master.”
“I own everything about you.”
Ella drew the breath through her teeth and a whimper left her lips as Max speared her butt with his thumb. The sensation felt highly erotic, and she cried out.
“Oh my God, that feels so good.” Her pussy tightened around his cock, and she knew she was close to the most intense climax ever. “Dear God, please.” Pleasure throbbed uncontrolled through her body, as her orgasmic spasms relentlessly milked his cock. “Master, I’m coming. I can’t stop myself. Please let me.”
She heard Max’s breathy words behind her. “I will allow you to do so. Come, little one. Come for your Master.” His permission excited her further. Her Master was allowing her final release, and she responded. Her restrained body twitched and vibrated in uncontrolled orgasmic ecstasy against the sawhorse. Max made several more deep lunges inside her, filling her with his prick until he, too, let go with a deafening guttural groan, spilling his seed deep inside her.
Chapter Thirteen
Max lay exhausted against Ella’s silky back, breathing heavily, until he finally roused himself. He released the leather buckles from her ankles and wrists, and lifted her into his arms. She came willingly, clinging to him like her life depended on it as he carried her across the inner courtyard to his bedroom. He felt tiny tremors still coursing through her body as he lay with her on the bed. They were both high on endorphins.
“There is no need to call me Master. You may speak freely now. Training is over for today,” he whispered, kissing her forehead, and holding her close. Ella didn’t disappoint him one little bit. As his new sub, he couldn’t have hoped for more. “How do you feel?” he asked, massaging the soft, creamy flesh of her tired arms, helping restore her circulation. He knew he’d pushed her limits, but he also knew Ella possessed hidden depths that he’d yet to experience.
“I’m shocked by the intensity of it all, Max. It kinda overwhelmed me, both emotionally and physically. I never thought sex could feel that good.”
“Yes, it’s a natural high, far better than anything you’ll get from alcohol. This kind of sex gives a bigger kick, without the unwanted side effects.”
Ella giggled. “I wish I’d known earlier. Then I wouldn’t have bothered drinking myself into oblivion.” She sighed resignedly. “I’ve landed myself in a whole heap of trouble, haven’t I?”
Max kissed her cheek. “You sure have, baby. You’ll just have to face that court hearing with good grace. When all is said and done, you didn’t cause any lasting damage. Nobody got hurt.”
“I’m sorry I spoiled your evening. You were going to treat me to a meal at an expensive restaurant, but my bad behavior ruined it for both of us.”
He held her in his arms, resting his chin on her head. Her hair smelled of wild meadows, and he caressed the baby-soft skin of her back with his fingertips. “I’m still angry with you for how you behaved. I can’t believe you got arrested. Remember, Ella”—he cupped her chin and forced her to look at him—“today was the first time I punished you. I didn’t want to scare you. Next time I won’t be so lenient.” He hoped she’d take his warning seriously. “In future, I want you to come to me if you ever feel you’re going off the rails again.”
“I will, Max. I promise.”
Her fingers drifted over his naked chest, brushing the sprinkling of masculine hair, and she sighed. “Mmm, I feel so peaceful now. I know I should go and prepare something to eat, but I feel so sleepy.”
“That’s okay, rest for a while, little one, we’ll have something later.”
Max felt a sense of relief that she appeared emotionally stable now, but he was concerned that she could easily spiral out of control again if things went badly for her. He’d make sure she saw Hans Lindquist, his good friend and psychologist. It would do Ella the world of good to talk things through with a professional, like Hans.
He stayed with her until her breathing became deep and heavy. Then he slid unnoticed from the bed and draped a sheet over her beautiful, naked body. She looked so serene and at peace. Her lashes curling down onto her cheeks, yet he knew her angelic appearance belied the inner turmoil deep in her head. Kirk had had an affair with another woman, and then for some unknown reason he’d killed himself. He could only guess how traumatic it must have been for her, finding her husband dead in the garage, with half his head blown away. Just how much shit could one woman take? No wonder she had such conflicting emotions. When all was said and done, it was unsurprising she’d fucked up. He had to make sure he used his control sparingly. If he used it unwisely, it wouldn’t have the desired effect. She’d be fine if he could keep her on the straight and narrow. What she needed was direction. Maybe he’d come up with a project to keep her occupied. Something that would focus her mind on new horizons, rather than the tragic events of the past few months.