That was a turn on as his mouth opened wider to take more of her flesh in.
Maxine moaned her passion through clinched trembling lips. He was free and his torture must have been forgotten because his actions showed no anger or animosity for what she had inflicted on him.
Suddenly his arm shot over her and in two seconds, Maxine’s entire body was flipped on her back and she was lying in the same position where he had been.
Philippe was over her and using his weight to hold her down as he forced her arms over her head.
“W-What are you doing?” she asked through gasps of air that was being slowly cut down from the weight of his body over her chest.
In five seconds flat he had both wrist grasped in the same bounds that had held him.
He moved up and distributed his weight on his thighs as he straddled her. There was a cold glint in his ice blue eyes that chilled her to the bone.
The man wasn’t angry he was pissed off!
“W-What are you doing?” she cried again outraged.
With gritted teeth and a depraved triumphant look in those turquoise burning eyes, he sneered, “It’s my turn.”
Chapter 33
Maxine wanted to just die. His turn? His turn?!
“For what?” she demanded, trying to twist and turn from her bonds. “Untie me, now.”
Amusement filled his eyes as he moved completely off the bed and went over to the closet. When he returned, he was carrying a small chest similar to the one that was in the room she had been with Missy. He placed this chest on the table right by the bed and opened it to all the “toys” Missy had shown her how to use and what their use was for.
Gasping in horror, she tried to wrench from her bonds. “No! No! Philippe, NO!”
“A slave tells her master what to do? I think I’ve let you think you have too much power, too much freedom.” He removed a belt and moved it under her thighs to force them to stay apart.
She tried to fight him, but it was useless. Once he locked the belt in place so she couldn’t close her legs, she could only cry for his mercy, but the look in his eyes showed he had none.
He then took a device out of the chest made out to look like a small rubber ball; smaller than a golf ball with nubs all around. Philippe closed his hands around the ball and a wicked curve came to his sensuous lips. His large body moved to the side of the bed sitting very close to her and she knew she was in danger.
Maxine couldn’t take her eyes off of him as his other hand that wasn’t holding the ball rested lightly on her chest between her breasts.
“I guess you should know the truth, slave,” he said coolly as he started a slow path down her chest to her stomach. His fingertip lightly dipped down into her belly button and even that was arousing to her.
“I had to have your body and mind properly aroused to make you forget your last punishment, Maxine, but that does not mean you cannot get punished again. I have to know I have your upmost obedience so we don’t have to go through that again.”
“Fine!” she raged. “I won’t disobey, Master! Now please let me go.”
“Your words mean nothing, right now. You only say them out of fear.” He took to ball and with one hand opened her womanhood, while the other pressed the ball at the entrance.
She remembered what Missy explained about the ball. It worked with the body’s temperature. The warmer the body was, the more the ball would heat and then began to vibrate. If she fought, the ball would go faster, so she resisted the urge to move, yet already her temperature was hot and in seconds the ball began to do its sexual damage all the while Philippe decided to have a drink.
He left her!
Walked right downstairs and she could hear the glasses clinking while he made himself a drink.
By the time he returned, she was in the throes of an orgasm that made her eyes roll to the back of her head and shot her hips two feet off the bed. When she could see straight, he was standing at the end of the bed, just watching her with a calm demeanor as if waiting for the weather to change. The ball seemed to know her body and wasn’t vibrating as much, but keeping her titillated just enough to make her tremble constantly.
She couldn’t breathe properly and a look of begging was in her eyes.
Philippe put his drink down on the ground and moved to his knees at the end of the bed. Resting his hands on her feet, he deliberately caressed each toe very slowly. It took all her will not to move as she watched this synchronous motion. His palm moved down and gripped her arch while his thumb moved up and down with firm pressure. He then moved to her ankle and started slowly up her calves.
She was so indulged with watching him; it was almost like an out of body experience. The care and attention he took to meticulously touch every inch of her legs was purely fascinating.
“The word torture and pain has a chance to take on new meaning tonight, slave.” He moved passed her groin despite the fact she had become very wet from his caress and on to her waist, stomach and then breast.
Maxine gasped as he pinched her nipples, but then quickly soothed the pain with his palm massaging the entire breast.
The device between her legs started to increase in vibration as if knowing her heartbeat and working in sync.
His large strong hands mastered at keeping her body on alert. Sometimes he rubbed too hard or too soft, but either way it was doing something to Maxine - something too good.
“I want you to forget what you’ve associated in the past with those words,” he ordered, leaning down and rubbing the tip of his nose on her cheek and the bottom half of her lip. “Tonight and forever they will only mean what I say they mean.” He kissed her and she couldn’t help but to respond.
Damn the restraints! She wanted to run her fingers through his soft long hair, feel the follicles through the middle of every finger, and caressed his nape and cheek as his mouth and tongue tantalized her own.
Her response left him breathless as he drew away.
“And what do they mean from now on?” she challenged to ask with her lip trembling.
“Ecstasy,” he whispered.
Her body shuddered just from these words. He wasn’t making love to her body. He was making love to her mind.
On purpose!
He knew she was angry at him and despite the fact that he was now in the position of dominance again, she knew she still had a power over him.
Philippe took the device from between her legs and moved off the bed. He disappeared through the curtains toward the bathroom again. When he was out of sight, she was able to regain her own composure back and try to pull and twist from her bonds.
She also strained to listen for him when she heard him moving some things around behind the curtain. Freezing her movements as he came through the curtains and back in the room, Maxine’s eyes were drawn to the purple leather bag in his hand, which he set on the edge of the bed.
“What’s that?” she demanded.
“Maxine, who’s your master?” he asked crossing his arms over his wide brawny chest, accentuating the perfectly sculptured muscular frame.
His nakedness seemed to do something to her senses. Her body was helpless to respond to it and she couldn’t stop the arousal.
When she didn’t answer his question, Philippe knelt on the bed between legs and pulled something from the bag.
His actions were so smooth, she almost didn’t see what it was as he enclosed it in his palm to hide it from her view.
A scalpel? She saw something silver? A blade? Bracing herself, she had been cut before.
“I asked you a question, slave,” he said firmly.
Angry and scared, she viciously snarled, “Go to hell!”
He unbuckled the restraints that held her thighs and forced her thighs opened more. She winced at the pain from having her legs being opened abruptly and extremely wide.
“You leave me no choice, slave.” His finger unexpectedly plunged in her and she cried out ashamed at the thick moisture greeting him. But he did not stay there for l
ong. He removed his finger and then moved it down to insert easily into her back.
She whimpered, but not in pain, it was more like unforeseen bliss because it wasn’t his finger, she realized as something began to mechanically quake in the inner recesses of her. Some quiet small motorize vibrator had been placed in her rear.
“Get… it….” She couldn’t form the words that she wanted to say. Whatever anger she had been feeling had disappeared completely.
The more she tried to move to dislodge it, the better it felt. She screamed a cry of frustration, but it just sounded more like titillation.
And that’s what it felt like. This was not torture! This couldn’t be!
Philippe just watched her helplessly fight showing no emotion on his face. His features resonated no amusement or pleasure; Only a ubiquitous look that drove her mad along with the motorize quaking that she couldn’t stop.
“Beg me to stop, slave,” he ordered, his voice barely coming through her haze of lust that was clouding all common sense.
At first Maxine tried to fight it again, but soon she knew she had to do what he asked.
“P-Please,” she whimpered, closing her eyes tight. “Oh p-please.”
Instantly, the sensation stop, but it only left her body in a conundrum of unfulfilled pleasure.
Philippe put the small vibrator back in the bag and placed at the edge of the bed.
Yes, he had her full attention now. “Who am I, slave?”
She wanted to cry because at that point, she knew no amount of begging would release her. Philippe would eventually get anything he wanted from her. Despite her effect on him, his effect on her was more than just physical. This man wanted it all.
Sobbing loudly, she shut her eyes so tight she saw stars and prayed he would just go away.
His patience was boundless and when she couldn’t cry anymore, he ordered calmly, “Tell me.”
Maxine bit her lip to fight again and shook her head terrified he’d reach for the bag again.
The look of a challenge was in her eyes and Philippe had to fight his own urges as he became aroused by her defiance. He had changed this woman for the better and his manhood twitched to life.
He didn’t need a gadget to torture her. He knew how to get what he wanted, while building her lust for him to overpower her own will.
“Do you want me to punish you, slave?” he asked quietly.
Bristling in frustrating, she screamed, “No!” She shrieked in reaction when he simultaneously flicked his finger up the bottom of her feet, Maxine cried, “What about what I want?”
Philippe crooked his head to the side looking too cute for words. Damn, that gorgeous face.
“What do you to ask of me, Maxine?” he questioned. “You offer yourself to me in exchange for freedom, too willingly?”
He knew what she desired?! “I’ve told you,” she gritted out. “I don’t want to be here.”
“You don’t even like me,” he sneered angrily. “You’re just like all the rest of them. You could care less for white men. You’re only using me.” He started to turn away as if to leave.
“No!” she cried out anxiously. “You’re different.”
Those words made him halt and turn back to her. “I’m no one special, Maxine.”
Earnestly wanting to keep his attention, she didn’t care about anger, pride, or even the past. Maxine knew only the truth would get to him.
Pushing through the fog of lust, she spoke reasonably, albeit breathlessly. “You’re wrong. You’re different from any man or woman I’ve ever met. When you walk in the room, people automatically stand at attention.”
“Wealth gives you that strength and power,” he debated.
She pushed past her haze of sexual euphoria to speak almost logically. “No amount of money can buy what you possess, Philippe. It’s a strength and power that no ordinary person like myself could ever obtained.” Licking her lips that had gone dry, she continued. “And being in your proximity can only give us an inkling of what is real, what is beautiful and what is… love; Because while we can only can see and feel the bad things, you are able to see and feel the extraordinary.”
The room was quiet and Philippe only stood there. He was slightly turned away and she could only see part of his face and none of his piercing turquoise eyes. His face showed nothing of what he was thinking and Maxine was unsure if she wanted to really know.
Building inner strength, she continued, “The ordinary people, no matter how they look or how much they’ve gained can never aspire to what you posses.”
He turned slowly to her fully with a look of wariness in his eyes. She had said something that affected him greatly. Maxine could see it on his face and the way his fist tightened as if holding something back.
She implored his attention, “You have the power that can heal the pains that no medicine can cure, the strength to carry the world on your shoulders and the inner beauty that out shines the sun. Ordinary people can’t do that. They need you… I need you!” She choked not believing she admitted that out loud.
It was difficult not to react to her words. His heart felt like it had hit the floor. He wanted to cradle her, love her, kiss her all at the same time and it took every ounce of strength not to go over and release her from her bounds.
Several more sobs escaped her as she bravely met his all-pervading glare again. Tears rolled down her face as she spoke in almost a whisper. “You make me forget the past and the pain. Even though I am so angry at you for letting them do that to me.”
He moved quickly to the bed, and freed her legs, grabbed a Kleenex and wiped her face. “I couldn’t stop them.”
“Yes, y-you could have,” she sobbed. “He hurt me because he’s jealous of you.”
Philippe didn’t know if she spoke of Devon or his father, but at that point her statement applied to both of them.
How well they needed one another, he thought as he wiped her tears away again.
“You’re smarter, stronger and a hell of a lot better person than them and nothing they can do can take that away, Philippe,” she continued.
He placed a finger over her lips gently to still her voice.
The tip of his fingers then moved along the base of her lip and then his tongue followed. He kissed the clef under her lip and the crook of her neck.
Maxine watched his mouth moved to her nipples and excited them with his wonderful lips and tongue. He kissed between her breasts and licked down her belly. His lips foraged through her lower hair and found the jewel that had already peeked out in excitement and expectation.
While one hand massaged her breasts, his other assisted his mouth to plow deeper between her lips.
She could hear him drinking her nectar and begging for more. Her body didn’t twist and turn for freedom anymore, but instead grind on his face wanting more.
His mouth was bringing her spirit ever so close to the ultimate delight.
Just a few more seconds and she-
He stopped and moved over her. His face was drenched in her juice and he used back of his palm to wipe it off, at the same time dipping his shaft deep into her.
He didn’t stroke inside of her, though she desperately wanted him to.
“Don’t think you’ve avoided my questions, Maxine.”
Mindless in passion, she had forgotten how everything had started. “What question?” she panted.
“Who is your master?” he asked again obviously, pulling himself out so only the tip brushed against her wetness.
Rolling her eyes heavenwards, but then returning them highly perturbed back at him. “Why is it so important to admit that?”
“So they can’t take you away again. So you will understand your obedience to me. So nothing will take you away from me ever again.”
“Dammit! You are, Philippe!” she screamed frantically feeling him centimeters outside of her. “P-Please, now.” Her hips gyrated desperately trying to maneuver him.
Philippe leaned down to her, but didn’t
kiss her. Maxine moved up to him and tasted herself on his delicious lips.
“You are… you are,” she repeatedly admitted between kisses.
“Say it, again,” he ordered, responding to her.
“You are my master, Phillip.”
He plunged deep into her and Maxine screamed feeling the full length of his long thick rod posses her.
“Forever,” she barely whispered in his ears as he took her on a mind blowing ride to none other than the blissful paradise of ecstasy.
Chapter 34
Hours later, Philippe could still hear her whispered promise in his ear. ‘Forever.’
Now she lay beside him perpendicular to his body with her face towards him, so he had time to admire her beauty. Her words had stirred his soul.
His Maxine had always given him the ignition he needed to change his life to make himself happy.
So now, after everything, she needed to know the truth, but it was going to be even harder than he imagined telling her. As strong as she was, Maxine was still that little girl he had rescued so long ago. He had the weekend still. A weekend to spoil her, romance her, love her, but before Monday morning, the truth had to be known; That way if he never saw her again at least he had given her the best weekend of her life.
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Maxine had not been sure when the restraints had been taken off. All she knew was that Philippe had been insatiable in his pursuit to tease her and have her begging for more of him.
It had been his goal and damn her own pride or anger at him to make her want him. For hours she pleaded for his kisses, his touch, his body, never wanting it to end and loving every second.
So now as her conscious returned, she realized she was alone in the chamber. He was nowhere to be seen, but on the nightstand was a rose with a note over it.
Get up and get dressed for dinner with your mask on
At the end of the bed was a beautiful white gown and her mask. She rushed to the bathroom to shower, put on her makeup, do something nice to her hair and get her clothes on.
The gown was beautiful and she felt like a queen as she also found accessories under the dress. A diamond tiara with earrings, necklace, bracelet and even a toe ring.
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