Like an unstoppable tidal wave, her vaginal tremors strengthened into a series of incredible shudders, which convulsed against his mouth and eager tongue. He knew she was experiencing the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. By stretching the foreplay into hours, instead of minutes, he had built her arousal to such a state that the merest touch would be explosive. Max continued to lap at her cunt, enjoying its womanly wetness and intoxicating, alluring scent. If the granite surface hadn’t been supporting her, he knew she would have slumped to the floor. As it was she could barely stand without her legs shaking.
He released the clamp from her clit, and soothed the tender flesh once more with his tongue, drawing it exquisitely against his teeth. Ella bucked and writhed, enjoying the sexual ecstasy he gave her. Unable to help herself, she moaned deliriously. The words, “Max, please,” whimpered from her lips.
Max drifted his tongue up her body. Slowly he explored her heaving stomach and breasts. He pulled on one of the clamps attached to her nipples, elongating the areola, and then swiped his tongue over the swollen nub. Hearing her passionate cries intoxicated him. He removed the clips from her flushed breasts, drawing her large, brown nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, savoring her submission.
As he stood, he noticed her eyes were barely open, as though she was in a trance. Her head fell forward and beads of feminine perspiration glistened on her forehead. She looked so vulnerable and helpless. A shiver of intense primal arousal coursed through his veins.
“Fuck, you look perfect,” he whispered close to her ear as he freed his eager cock from his pants. It twitched and jerked expectantly in his hand. “Tell me you want me inside you, baby.” The head of his prick throbbed with need and glistened with desire.
“Oh, Max, I need you. You know I need you inside me. Stop teasing me.”
He guided his cock to her pussy, rubbing the head of his penis between her wet labia, enjoying the lubrication her womanly juices provided. Ella moaned, “Yes,” and tossed her head back, her whole body stiffening and arching in submission. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck me, please.”
“With pleasure, my pet.” Max held her by the hips and sunk inside her welcoming pussy with a satisfied groan. He’d had many subs, but he’d never felt such an intimate connection with one before. He wondered if it was because they’d known each other for years. Whatever the reason, he felt so close to her now. So joined to her. They were on the same wavelength. He kissed her lips and drove his tongue deep inside her mouth, consuming her, dominating her, branding her as his property with every forceful stroke of his cock.
Flexing his hips, he withdrew and then thrust his shaft back inside her. Her moans of pleasure built to a crescendo. He covered her mouth with his own, drowning out her cries. He didn’t need an army of well-meaning carpet fitters and tilers breaking down the door to save her. Not when she belonged to him.
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 pussy 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.