Bowles, Jan - Claimed for the Master's Pleasure [Guilty Pleasures 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Jan Bowles

  “You made the right decision, princess.” He carried her luggage to the car.

  “You can take that smug look off your face, Benetti,” she told him as he stowed her luggage in the trunk. “I know there’s an attraction between us. Goddamn it, you know it’s there, too. But I can’t see how spending a month with each other is gonna solve anything.”

  “I think differently. We share a connection, Lia, whether you like it or not.”

  “Don’t flatter yourself, Benetti. I see you’re without your driver today?” she mocked as he opened the passenger door for her.

  “I like to drive myself, Lia. I mainly use a driver when I’m on casino business.”

  “Huh, what you really mean is, you drive yourself when you don’t want your employees knowing what you’re up to.”

  “You’re very cynical,” he stated, staring into her beautiful green eyes. However, her observations were close to the truth. People talked. The less his staff knew about his private life, the better.

  “Cynical? I can’t help being cynical. I guess it’s because of the type of men I’ve been dealing with lately.” With her final poisonous barb she slid into the passenger seat.

  Jake closed her door, making sure he didn’t trap her dress, then walked around and sat beside her. Had he expected a rapturous welcome? That wasn’t Lia’s style. He guessed she was her own woman outside the bedroom, but inside the bedroom, well, that was a different story entirely. In the bedroom she was exactly his type of woman, totally submissive and eager to please her Dom. It was as if a switch had been thrown. Between the sheets, Lia was almost too good to be true. So much so, in fact, that he’d wondered if that magical evening they’d shared together had been engineered by her to make him forget about the money. Which begged the question—was she here with him now simply to just pay off the debt? He dismissed that thought. The way Lia had responded when he’d fucked her was genuine. He was sure of that. She’d enjoyed it as much as he had. That was exactly why she was here with him now. She wanted more of the same.

  Jake gunned the Mustang into life and began to drive them both from the airport. He couldn’t stop his gaze from wandering to her silky, smooth legs, and the delicate red shoes she wore. Her hands were clasped around her purse and rested on her lap. Each fingernail had been painted a hot, passionate red, exactly matching her dress and shoes. Long, slim arms with a light, feminine dusting of gossamer hair caught the sunlight as they drove through the Vegas suburbs. Lia was perfect in every way. His cock ached for her.

  “Shouldn’t we have turned left at the last intersection?” She sounded slightly worried.

  “No.”

  “But that’s the way to your casino?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then where are you taking me?”

  “My home is in Summerlin.”

  Agitated, Lia rifled through her purse. She pulled out her cell phone. “I’m gonna call my friend. Just to let her know where I’m going.”

  “You’re perfectly safe with me, princess. You can give her my landline number if you’re worried.”

  A faint smile spread on her lips, and she tossed the cell phone back into her purse. “No need, it’s okay. Monica doesn’t need to know all my business. Just like your employees don’t need to know yours.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe you’ve just cost me my dream job.”

  “You owe me a million bucks, Lia. You can’t just walk away.”

  She stared at him a serious look to her face. “I would have paid you back. When the money came through, I was gonna send you a check.”

  Jake raised an eyebrow and her lips pouted even more.

  “You don’t believe me, do you?”

  He shrugged and turned the car onto the ridge road. “Lia, you were about to leave the country, without so much as a forwarding address. Your actions speak for themselves.”

  “You don’t believe me. I can see it in your eyes. Oh, well, there’s nothing I can do about that. You’ll just have to think badly of me. See if I care. Once my money comes through, I’ll be out of here.”

  “Until then, you belong to me.”

  “For now, but don’t get used to it.”

  Jake felt his lips firming into a hard line. “You protest too much, princess. I know exactly what lights your fire, so don’t kid yourself. The reason you’re here now, instead of flying at thirty thousand feet, is because you want what I’m offering.”

  “Jesus, you’ve got a nerve. Your ego is bigger than the whole of Nevada. The reason I’m here is…” Her words drifted away as she pointed up ahead. “Is that your place?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  Jake parked the car outside the opulent entrance, and then turned to Lia. He gently stroked a hand down her cheek, drifting a thumb across her perfect, pouting lips. He positively ached for her. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll show you around, and once you’re settled in, I aim to get reacquainted.” Using his thumb he tilted her head back. Her long brown lashes swept open and her eyes connected with his. He saw her pupils dilate as he covered her mouth with his own. Her sexual moan as he pressed his lips to hers was reward in itself, but feeling her body respond as she clung to his shoulders made any doubts about their compatibility disappear. Lia wanted him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Lia had to admire Jake’s home as he showed her around. It was exquisitely furnished, and equally as opulent as his penthouse apartment back at the casino complex. Cool marble floors were ideal for combating the debilitating Nevada heat. Sophisticated artwork decorated the walls. Most of the paintings looked like they’d been commissioned, because every piece fitted perfectly to the surroundings. The furniture had a heavy Baroque style to it. Each large chunky chair, table, or mirror was carved with an elaborate foliage design. These strong, exuberant pieces gave a sophisticated Bohemian opulence to the grandeur of the house. The whole property seemed to complement Jake’s personality—successful, dominant, and dramatic.

  The overall area of the house was huge. It occupied five levels as it rose into the hillside. As Jake led the way down a corridor on the top floor, he pointed to one of several impressive oak doors that lined the wide hallway. “This is my bedroom. I’ll leave you here to freshen up, and I’ll be back shortly.”

  Jake pushed open the heavy door and she ducked under his arm. An ornate and highly embellished four-poster bed dominated the room, making an impressive statement. Lia had never seen such a large bed before. Her vagina moistened at the mere thought of what Jake might do to her here.

  “I intend to have a very long shower, so don’t rush back,” she told him. Her panties might be wet in anticipation, but she wouldn’t allow him to have it all his own way.

  Even though she longed for his masculine touch, she still fumed at the way he’d arrogantly turned up at the airport, a full month after they’d last been together. There’d been no contact from him whatsoever. Okay, so she might owe him a shitload of money, and he had every right to demand it back. But after the wonderful night of white-hot sex they’d shared together, she’d a right to expect some form of communication from him. It made Jake appear cold and heartless, yet, deep down she knew that wasn’t true. That was the reason she was here with him now. The decision to stay and thrash out their relationship hadn’t really been a hard one to make. Jake was everything she wanted in a man.

  “Be warned, princess, there’s no lock on the door. I’ll decide how long you spend in the shower, not you.”

  His cool blue gaze connected with hers. She’d seen that predator look before, and she knew he meant business. “Very well.” Lia folded her arms across her chest. “Would you like me to call you Master, while I’m here?”

  “Master is good, but I prefer Sir. This will be perfectly adequate when we’re formal. Otherwise I will allow you to call me Jake.” With that, he strode from the room.

  She couldn’t stop her heart beating out of control as he walked away. Her breathing b
ecame heavy and labored. Soon she would feel the full force of his dominant personality, unleashed for the first time. She could barely contain herself.

  Left alone, Lia went straight into the en suite. She hurriedly stripped, and stepped under the shower. Her hand shook as she turned on the water and reached for the shower gel. When she began soaping her body, her thoughts drifted to how her day had changed. If things had gone to plan, she should have been landing in Florida right now, ready to start her dream job. An elegant cruise ship would have been waiting to luxuriously transport her around the Caribbean. Instead, she stood naked in Jake Benetti’s shower, waiting for him to come and fuck her. Just how crazy was that?

  After ten minutes, the comforting stream of hot water unexpectedly stopped. She saw his shadow through the steamed up glass. “Jake, I haven’t finished showering.”

  “You have now.”

  Lia swallowed hard. Her time was up. As she stepped from the cubicle, she hoped she wouldn’t regret a minute of it.

  Jake was waiting for her as naked as the day he was born. His physical presence overwhelmed her. She longed to run her fingers over his strong, virile body, and feel his hard, warm cock in her hand. But she was a mere sub, and he was a Dom. Maybe he’d allow her to touch him, once he’d done with her as he pleased. He handed her a towel and she began drying herself.

  “I suggest you choose a safeword. Curaçao seems appropriate, since you were planning on sailing there this weekend.”

  Lia had to smile at his irony. “Yes, why not, Sir? I don’t suppose I’ll say it by mistake. I’m hardly likely to travel there now, am I? I’m not allowed to.”

  “That is not my concern.” His eyes connected with hers. “Remember what we talked about when we were last together?”

  Lia nodded. “How could I forget your promises?” It was one of the reasons she was here. Her pussy ached with the knowledge of what he’d sworn to do to her.

  “Good, then you know my preferences.” He took the damp towel from her and threw it aside. “Now hold out your hands. I’m going to attach a separate piece of rope to each of your wrists.”

  Without question, Lia obediently followed his instruction. She watched mesmerized as he bound a length of rope around each wrist. “There that’s better. Not too tight, I hope?”

  “No, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  She recognized the rope as hemp or jute. She knew it wouldn’t mark her skin. Joe had used it on her many times. Next he coiled a longer length of rope around her waist two or three times, before repeatedly crossing the two ends between her breasts in a figure-of-eight movement. The pressure of the rope squeezed her tits into large, round mounds. Her nipples hardened and became acutely sensitive as the restricted blood flow began to take effect. Her pussy throbbed and ached as her submissive sexual being awakened with force.

  Closing her eyes and sucking the air slowly into her lungs, Lia concentrated on her breathing. Jake took hold of her hands. The lengths of rope dangled from her wrist and trailed on the floor as he led her into the bedroom. Her feminine arousal began coating the inside of her thighs as she walked on adrenaline-charged legs. She noticed the blinds had been drawn and several lamps had been lit, to cast a subdued light over the room.

  He cupped her chin and she looked up into his piercing blue eyes. “Remember, you can trust me, Lia. If you use your safeword, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing.”

  Not daring to speak for fear of her voice cracking, she nodded her agreement, and then let out a long, slow breath. Placing herself in his care took all her courage, and he waited for her to calm down.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, meekly. Surely her heart couldn’t beat any faster?

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jake positioned her with her back to the end of the four-poster bed. He raised each arm in turn, tying the end of the rope attached to her wrists around the top of the bedpost. Next he roughly tied a length of rope to each of her ankles before spreading them wide, and securing them to the legs of the bedstead. Ultimately, she found herself spread wide open between the posts. As she looked down her body, she watched her stomach undulating and quivering in anticipation. Tightly secured by the rope harness, her breasts and nipples jutted forward, making her feel sexy as hell. A warm sensation burned in her pussy. God help her, she wanted him to fill her right now with that huge dick of his. His erection, strong and virile, bobbed in front of him. He was as sexually charged as she was.

  “Mmm, that’s better. Just one final thing, and you’ll be fully open to me.” He took a small piece of string from the dresser, and held it up in front of her. A wicked smile spread on his lips. “Any guesses?”

  Lia shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  The muscles of his shoulders flexed and shimmered in the subdued lighting as he leaned down in front of her. She saw the five o’clock shadow staining his jaw, and the sensual swell of his lips as he stared at her pussy. With her legs spread wide, her glistening womanhood was open for his inspection. Thank God she kept it clean shaven. “I’m so glad you’re pierced. It makes all the difference.” He threaded the length of string through the hoop of her clitoral piercing, and then tied both ends to the coils of rope around her waist. Lia gasped as the tightened string raised her clitoral hood higher, completely exposing the sensitive, sexual nub for her Master.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered, as her legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Her sexual libido had gone off the scale.

  “Has a man ever done this to you before?” he asked, staring into her eyes for a long time.

  Mesmerized by him, Lia gasped as he feathered a finger over her exposed clit. It felt so fucking erotic. The heady mix of pleasure and burning pain ripped right through her as he playfully teased the sensitive spot. Her head went back, and she cried out, “No, Sir.” She pulled helplessly at the restraints securing her wrists and ankles, trying to edge away from his exquisite torture. “No, Sir, please, I’m begging you.”

  He smiled. “Is that no, Sir, please don’t do it? Or no, Sir, please, this is the first time I’ve experienced this?” He trailed his index finger over her sensitive nub again, making her squirm, until her whole body went rigid. After a while, he stopped tormenting her clit, and she was finally able to speak.

  “Please, Sir, no one has ever done that to me before,” she gasped, catching her breath in large gulps.

  Jake walked to the corner of the room and lounged decadently on a chair, openly studying her. “Now for the rules. When I return home from work, I expect you to be at my disposal. As soon as I walk through the door in the evening, you will come to me. You will ask what I desire, and you will fulfill those desires. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “When I am satisfied, or I don’t require anything further from you, we can be more informal with each other. I will then allow you to call me Jake again. Do you understand the rules, Lia?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you absolutely sure?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m absolutely sure.”

  “Excellent. You’ve saved yourself a bare ass spanking.”

  Lia had to admire his beautiful physique as he stood and began slowly walking toward her. Strong thighs gave way to a perfect washboard stomach, which flared out into a broad chest and wide shoulders. Every muscle lay taut against his large frame. Jake was the perfect male specimen. His cock rose erect and proud, and jutted mouthwateringly from his groin. Her desire went into overdrive. When she looked into his eyes they were focused entirely on her. Cool blue, yet burning with an intensity that overwhelmed her. He consumed her. He wanted her, and God help her, he would devour her.

  His large hands touched her flesh, sending pulses of pure pleasure coursing through her. “You are such a beautiful woman. Your body is exquisite. Now that I’ve enhanced your breasts with this rope work, they look like ripe fruit, ready to be plucked.” His hands smoothed over the engorged mounds, rolling the nipples tightly beneath his palms. After kneadin
g them in an erotic massage, he then clamped the nubs hard between a finger and thumb. Her body reacted, arching to his touch.

  “Ah, Lia, you respond to your Master well.” He leaned down and licked her areola, swirling his tongue over the hardened peak. “This pleases me.”

  A cry left her lips as his teeth came into contact with her aroused nipples. Slowly he moved lower. His large hands circled her waist as he trailed his tongue down her quivering stomach. Exposed and helpless, her whole body trembled in automatic response. He knelt in front of her and looked up into her eyes.

  “You’re gorgeous. I could eat you alive.” His fingers trailed into her sex. “And so fucking wet, too. Even better.”

  Lia closed her eyes as his tongue snaked across her uncovered clit. She let out a cry and struggled against the restraints as he teased her open pearl again. When he speared two fingers deep inside her pussy, she jolted as a spasm of undiluted pleasure coursed through her. Jake sucked her sensitive flesh into his mouth, relentlessly swirling his tongue over the burning bead.

  A painful coil of undiluted pleasure ripped through her as his incredible sexual technique forced an orgasm from her bound body. Another followed, then another and another, until she screamed out loud. “Oh, God.” Her legs trembled uncontrollably. If her wrists had not been secured to the top of the bedstead, she would have collapsed to the floor.

  “Is my sub going to thank her Master?”

  “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.” The breathy words hissed from her lips.

  He continued his onslaught on her body, making her world tip on its axis as she surrendered to his demands. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, until only the restraints around her wrists were keeping her upright. Time shifted, sending her into a pleasure-induced overload.

  When Jake removed his teasing tongue from her pussy, she thought she would be able to catch her breath. How wrong could she be? He untied the rope securing her ankles, freeing her legs. He trailed tiny kisses up her softly undulating belly, and swirled his tongue over her nipples once more. A whimper escaped her lips as he pressed himself between her legs. His cock lay poised at the entrance to her cunt. His hands cupped around her butt, lifting her, and easing the weight from her wrists.