His cock glistened with her feminine juices. He couldn’t resist looking down, watching it slide in out of her wet cunt, covered with her arousal. A breathy gasp hissed from her lips as his balls relentlessly banged against her pussy lips. He raised the pace, taking it to a higher level. Her squeals of delight filled the bathroom, until she finally came, her convulsions milking his cock repeatedly. “Max, oh, Max.” Her fingers fisted into his hair, pulling it—hard. “Please, Max.”
“Fuck, baby.” He stilled her hands in his hair. “Jesus.” He threw his head back as his balls tightened further. Then a wondrous, unstoppable surge burst up his prick and spilled with agonizing pleasure deep inside her warm, wet cunt.
Their heavy breathing echoed around the room. “Christ, woman.” Max cradled her head in his arms and tenderly kissed her lips. He smiled into her eyes, which were hooded with pleasure. “You were sensational.” He kissed her cheek, and then whispered in her ear. “But you did disobey me by making a noise. I cannot let that go unpunished.” He smiled. “Still, a little correction at home will serve to keep you on the straight and narrow.” He traced his fingers down her spine, feeling an intense shiver ripple through her body and contract around his cock, still hard inside her. He figured Ella was already looking forward to his discipline.
“You’re such a wicked deviant, Max.” He heard the humor in her voice.
“Yeah, you’re just pissed because I’m your kind of wicked deviant.”
Ella giggled. “Mmm, I guess you are. Where did you learn all this stuff?”
Max wiggled his eyebrows. “It just comes naturally to me.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised.” She looked at him, perhaps as if seeing him for the first time.
“Come, we’d better get dressed.” Reluctantly he slipped his cock from her moist pussy, and began tidying himself up. “If we stay here any longer the workforce will batter the door down, wondering what all the commotion is about. Get dressed, and I’ll take you up to the roof garden. The views are spectacular.”
Chapter Sixteen
It was with some trepidation that Ella followed Max up the short flight of steps, to Lexi’s Tattoo and Piercing Parlor. He turned to her when he’d reached the top, and smiled. “Don’t look so worried. It’ll be a piece of cake.”
“You’re not the one having your private parts pierced,” she said defensively.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“That’s very reassuring,” Ella answered sarcastically.
Max leaned in, his warm breath fanning provocatively against her neck. “Just wait until I get you home, my pet. Some serious correction is in order. I haven’t forgotten your earlier disobedience, and now this uncalled-for sarcasm. Something tells me you want your Master to discipline you.” His voice was laden with intent, and she couldn’t help but wonder what technique he would use when they returned home. Maybe he was right, and she’d deliberately acted like a brat in order to gain his attention.
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.