by Jan Bowles
It was time to take things further.
“Slaves like you need taming. They need bringing into line for their own good.” He roughly brushed his thumb across her beautiful, full lips, smearing her bright red lipstick. “You’re so fucking sexy, my slave.” Jake let her hair go before sliding open a drawer in his desk. “I have something for you. I think you’ll approve.” He removed a riding crop, and held it out in front of her. “Look, my slave, see how thoughtful your Master is.” The riding crop was about eighteen inches in length and made of leather. A small flexible tongue was attached to the end. He swished it noisily in front of her, making her head jerk backward.
“This is how I train wayward slaves. I spank them with this. Do you want to know where I’ll spank you?”
Jake smiled to himself when Lia didn’t answer. He’d given her a dilemma. If she’d replied, she would have broken his rule on keeping quiet. “I know it seems unfair, but by being disrespectful and not responding to your Master’s question, I shall have to discipline you even more severely.”
Still deep inside her, Jake eased them both away from the desk. He reached around and lifted her clitoral hood, exposing her hidden sexual pearl. When he placed the tip of the riding crop against her glistening bead, he was rewarded by a jolt that racked through her body.
“Please, Sir, may I speak, Sir?”
“You may.”
“It feels so nice, Sir. I don’t deserve such kindness.”
“Your Master is feeling benevolent.” He tapped the riding crop against her exposed sex again. “I was minded to redden your cute little ass with this crop, but on second thoughts I aim to administer exactly what you need. Right now.” Jake moved his hand, leaving her pussy open to his discipline. He then wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, holding her steady. In quick succession, he slapped her sexual nub several times with the riding crop, being careful not to whip too hard. Small cries began leaving her lips.
“Please, Sir, I…”
The slaps to her clitoris would hold back her orgasm. But, boy, when she eventually climaxed, he knew from previous experience that her orgasm would be mind blowing.
Finding a perfect rhythm, he administered the crop to her clit in synch with his lunges, making her buck and writhe beneath him. He felt her tremors squeezing his shaft. Judging by her sexual moans, he knew she was enjoying his discipline. Each time the leather tip of the crop came into contact with her clit, she reared back, and a series of whimpers left her lips. With her breathing heavy, powerful spasms racked through her pussy, and pulsed pleasurably around his cock.
“Oh, Sir, I’m begging you, harder, harder.”
“Yes, my slave. You’re just like a wild filly. You need bringing into line. Your Master is always in charge.” Lia loved being at his mercy. He whipped the crop harder against her sexual core. The sound of leather connecting with her engorged flesh, and her whimpers of submission, made him feel powerful and alive.
“I need…please…harder…” Her words trailed away.
Jake raised the pace, whipping the crop more firmly against her clit. Incoherent moans began spilling from her beautiful, sexy lips. Her pussy clamped hard around his dick, trying to suck the contents from his balls. Sensing she was close, he pounded his length harder and faster inside her. Her cries of pleasure and pain became whimpers of pure sexual enjoyment as her orgasm finally shattered through. Spasm after spasm vibrated through her pussy, teasing his potent shaft. He pumped energetically inside her, until he finally climaxed with a loud, guttural groan. He dropped the crop and held her tightly in his arms, aware of his own body jerking involuntarily, as his semen spilled deep inside her.
For what seemed a long time, they lay joined together, completely exhausted. He’d shared something wonderful with the woman he loved—both physically and emotionally. He gently removed his weight from her back. His breathing was heavy as he withdrew from her. He leaned down and kissed her between the shoulder blades. “Never underestimate your Master, slave. I will always administer exactly the punishment you deserve. It is my duty to keep you on the straight and narrow.”
Lying spent and exhausted across the desk, she barely whispered, “I know, and I’m grateful.” When she lifted herself upright, some of the papers briefly stuck to her breasts and stomach, before fluttering to the floor.
He held out his arms as he sat heavily in his chair. “Come here, please.” Lia nestled on his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head against his chest. He began massaging the tired muscles of her shoulders and arms, restoring their circulation.
“Mmm, that’s heavenly. That’s what I like about you, Jake. You’re so unpredictable, yet you always take the time to pamper me after sex. You’re a wonderful man.”
Jake kissed her forehead. “You’re worth it, princess.” He placed a finger under her chin and angled her face to meet his gaze. He knew he’d fallen in love with her. “We share a connection, Lia, an empathy. Between two people who care deeply about each other, that’s priceless.”
You love her. You love this girl more than anything else in the world. Go on, dummy, say the words. After Hannah’s death, you of all people should know how fleeting life is. Tell the girl you love her before it’s too late, and the moment has gone forever.
Jake glanced down at her head nestled so comfortably against his chest. Her golden curls feathered his skin. Every so often they tickled his sensitive flesh when she moved. His heart swelled. Nestled safely in his arms lay his future.
Gently he stroked a hand down her cheek. “I love you, Lia. I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you.”
With huge eyes, Lia blinked several times as she lifted her head and stared at him. He smoothed a thumb over her full lips and smiled at her. She was so close he could see tiny fragments of turquoise and amber in her wonderful green irises. Tears began spilling down her cheeks, and her top lip trembled when she spoke.
“I love you, too, Jake. I love you so much it hurts.” She hurled herself against him, squeezing him far more tightly than he thought possible for such a small woman. He felt her tears trickle down his naked chest.
“Why the tears, princess? Shouldn’t you be happy?”
She playfully slapped his wrist. “I am happy, you big dumb ox,” she blurted out, trying to catch her breath. “Can’t you tell I’m the happiest woman in the world?” She stared into his eyes before kissing him passionately. His heart swelled at the look of love reflected back at him. “I’m so happy. I never thought I’d find love again, Jake.”
“Me, too, princess.” He held her close, blinking quickly, aware of the moisture filling his own eyes. He kissed the top of her head. “We have to make the most of every day. We have to live our lives. Let’s make a promise to each other.”
“What promise?”
“Live life to the full.”
Lia smiled. “Love and live life to the full. It’s the only way.”
He held her tightly again, never wanting to let her go. After what seemed an eternity she finally pulled away. “I must pick up all these documents, Jake. I hope they’re not important?”
“No they’re just financial information for my shareholders. Boring stuff really. I need them for the board meeting tomorrow.”
Lia snapped her head in his direction. “You’re kidding me. But I’ve been lying all over them.”
Jake laughed at the look of surprise on her face. “Princess, it will give me immense pleasure as I hand them out. The thought of your naked body lying all over them, while I was inside you, administering a little correction, will give me a warm feeling of satisfaction. I won’t give a fuck when they bust my balls at the annual general meeting now.”
Lia put her head back, and roared with laughter. “I’m so glad I could help.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Six months later
Lia moved away from the doorway as yet more gym equipment arrived. She checked the box. “Treadmills go over by the window.” The delivery guy followed
her instruction and wheeled the large packing crate to the far side of the room. Eventually, there would be a row of twenty-one treadmills. They were to be positioned in front of the vast bank of windows overlooking the hotel entrance. Customers would be able to enjoy invigorating views of the fountains that pumped enormous jets of water into the air as they ran six miles without moving an inch. At night, when the water display was backlit by multicolored lights, it would be even more impressive. A warm feeling pervaded her senses. She would finally be her own boss. It was an out-of-this-world dream, and something she thought she’d never be able to achieve.
Of course, it would never have happened without Jake’s help. He’d found her over twenty thousand square feet of prime Vegas floor space on the second floor of his hotel. So far she’d installed changing rooms, showers, and a sauna. Currently the gym itself was being filled with state-of-the-art equipment. In just seven days the Constantine Fitness Center would open its doors to the public for the very first time. She could barely wait.
A couple of young men began unpacking the new equipment as soon as it was in position. She called across to them, “Keep up the good work, guys. Only another twenty to go.”
One of the young men spoke. “After installing fifteen rowing machines yesterday, and now these, I know I’ll be counting treadmills in my sleep.” He laughed.
Lia smiled, as she walked toward to the bank of elevators. Jake had a guy coming to install CCTV later that day, and she needed to ask him where the cameras would be sited.
“Hi, Brady,” she said to a waiter crossing the lobby area. “How’s tricks?”
“Hi, Ms. Constantine,” he replied. “Things are just fine with me.” Lia could tell he was surprised that she knew his name.
“And how are Jackie and the kids?”
“They’re real good, too. Thanks for asking.”
Jake had instilled in her over the past few months that by remembering people’s names, you made them feel special and needed. It was the key to his success, and one she aimed to emulate. She knew the names of many of his employees at Arabian Nights now. Although she would have to remember another two thousand, if she were to have a memory as good as Jake’s.
Lia entered the elevator and pressed the button. Jake’s office was on the tenth floor. When the elevator jerked to a stop and the doors parted, she saw Madeline seated behind her desk in the reception area. A cloud of strawberry-blonde curls bobbed as she looked up from her keyboard.
“Hi, Madeline.”
She smiled. “You’ve just missed him, Lia.”
“Damn. Do you know where he’s gone?”
Madeline, immaculately dressed as always in a plum trouser suit, pointed skywards. “To the penthouse. He said he was taking the afternoon off, and I wasn’t to disturb him. Not unless it was real urgent.”
“I hope he’s not in a bad mood, Madeline. I want to discuss the finishing touches to my fitness center with him.”
“Honey, since you’ve been on the scene, the boss is a changed man. He’s a really lovely guy again. Just like he was in the old days, before Hannah died. You’ve made him live again, Lia. Before you and he got together, he was like a bear with a sore head. Boy, did that man need a lesson in manners. Now it’s like he’s been tapped with the happy stick. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. It’s certainly working, honey.”
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 furth
er. 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.