His to Master and Enjoy [The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (8 page)

“Domination of a woman, but of course you already know that.”

“Yes,” she huskily replied.

“For example, should you ever in any way disrespect me, then I would have no hesitation in severely disciplining you. Understand?”

“Yes.” Oh God, how the hell could she do anything other than agree, when he fingered her clit so exquisitely?

Paige was well aware that she withheld vital information about herself, but she didn’t feel confident enough to divulge the truth just yet. Anyway, why shouldn’t she enjoy the moment like any other woman, and not think about what he would say or do if he saw her breasts? After all, tomorrow was another day, and she could explain her situation when she felt more at ease. For now she just wanted to feel normal, just like any other girl with an attractive man showing her some attention. Having made up her mind, she pushed the negative thoughts away, and concentrated on the here and now. And the here and now made her feel very sexy indeed.

He nipped her neck with his teeth, exactly as he’d done when he’d fucked her on the hood of his Caparelli, and she knew he marked her as his personal property. “This discipline can take many forms.”

Paige knew her words were breathy and she didn’t want to come across as desperate, but she couldn’t stop herself from pleading, “Please, tell me more.”

“Inquisitive aren’t you, but as you’re being so polite and well behaved, I will. On occasion I may be minded to pull down your panties, turn you over my knee, and then spank your cute little ass with the flat of my hand.”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“I love the noise it makes. Don’t you?”

“Yes, I like that, too.” He knew exactly which buttons to push.

“Or, I may decide to use a cane. I personally prefer the wafer-thin variety. In my experience they act as an admirable deterrent. Such a fearsome implement of correction will leave your creamy butt stinging for days after the discipline has been administered.”

“Yes, the thinner the better.” Fuck, he was turning her on, the bastard. “Oh, I know, I know. That’s my favorite, too.” She arched impatiently on his lap, allowing his finger to slip deep inside her wet pussy and his thumb to take over the stimulation of her sexual pearl. Her voice quavered when she said, “You know exactly what you’re doing to me. You know when you control me like this, you can make me agree to anything.”

“Of course there’s plenty of other ways to exert my dominance over you. I have a liking for handcuffs and manacles. Some girls love the noise they make when they lock in place.”

“I like it, too.” But did she? With Leon she felt safe when he spoke about such things, but in the past…No, she wouldn’t go there. She refused to allow her thoughts to return to that dark period in her life.

“Some women love the feeling of being totally helpless, and the acceptance it brings. I can imagine you handcuffed to my bed, unable to move. Naturally, you’d be pleading for me to let you go, but I wouldn’t. Instead, I’d fuck every orifice your beautiful silken body possesses before releasing you.”

Imagining herself in that vulnerable predicament, Paige squirmed on his lap again. She almost felt normal, but then without warning her nemesis rose and crushed her happiness once more, until she put the unwanted thoughts back in their box and locked them away.

He nipped her earlobe with his teeth and whispered, “I know everything. Your pussy doesn’t lie. It’s so fucking wet. I made it go that way, and only I will ever make it go that way.”

“Yes, oh, yes.” She teetered on the edge of climax, but Leon had such control over her body and mind that he wouldn’t allow her that tiny extra bit of pressure that would send her over the cliff edge and onto a roller-coaster ride of euphoric pleasure.

“I know you better than you know yourself, Paige. My opinion of you is higher than the one you have of yourself. When I look at you, I see intelligence and kindness mixed with an exquisite beauty that takes my breath away. Yet, when you look at yourself in the mirror, you see an ordinary woman, just like someone you’d pass in the street without a second glance. But you’re wrong. From now on you will never see yourself in this way again. You’re an extraordinary woman, Paige. Never forget that.”

“Yes, I promise.” Oh, God, did he know how to make a girl feel good about herself. When she was with Leon, she felt she could conquer the world, and his words of praise made her self-esteem rise higher than it ever had.

As he exerted more pressure on her clit, she sucked in a ragged breath. She was so very close to coming, but she knew better than to take matters into her own hands and orgasm without his permission. He hadn’t expressly forbidden her, but she already understood the unwritten rules, which she knew she had to abide by.

He spoke again, his voice even lower and richer in its delivery. “Sex toys. Ah, sex toys, now they serve a purpose, too.”

“Oh, yes.”

“You like the feel of a vibrator between your legs, don’t you?”

“Yes, oh, yes, but not as much as I like the feel of you between my legs.” He’d bolstered her self-esteem, so she’d willingly boost his ego in return.

“And if lubed properly, then in your ass, too?”

“Yes, but not as much as your big cock.”

“Yes, I can just imagine it sliding inside your tight asshole. The nerve endings at the entrance to the female butt are particularly sensitive. If I close my eyes, I can see myself riding you doggy style, reaching around and fingering your clit when you please me, or blistering your ass with a riding crop when you don’t.”

As he explained in graphic detail what he wanted to do to her, she felt his breathing become more urgent and aroused, raising and lowering her weight with increasing rapidity. His mounting excitement had the effect of speeding up the movements of his thumb on her clit, too.

“Leon, I–I can’t hold it back. I have to…I have to…”

She could almost sense his ego growing out of control when he growled, “Go ahead, I give you my permission.” When he pushed a second finger deep inside her wetness, tipping point was finally reached, and she threw back her head and moaned in ecstasy on his lap.
Oh, God it feels good
. Her orgasms with Leon were always out of this world, but there was a more subtle side to their lovemaking, too, as first she felt his warm breath, then his lips caress her ear, before he whispered, “All this pleasure I bring to you, and I’m only using my fingers.”

“Oh, God, God.” He was right, too.

“Next time I’ll find a reason to restrain and then discipline you. The pain you’ll feel will be excruciating, but then, afterwards…after it’s all over…well, you know what happens afterwards, don’t you, Paige?”

“Oh, God yes.” She knew only too well, and she closed her eyes, visualizing him dominating her body and mind in any way he chose, as she trembled her sexual release against his warm, reassuring presence yet again, until she was finally spent.

As the incredible wanton feeling slowly abated, Leon pulled his hand from her wetness before wrapping both arms around her and kissing her cheek.

“Better?”

Still trying to catch her breath, and aware that she’d worked up quite a sweat, she nodded her head and said, “You’re kidding, that was better than better.”

Paige nestled into his warm embrace. Leon made her happy, happier than Nolan ever did, or ever could, but now their relationship was heading in a new, more open direction, she had concerns that were rising to the surface. Should she tell Leon of her fears, and if she did, how would he react? She wouldn’t be able to hide her body from him for much longer.

As she lay sated in his arms, Leon playfully pinched her nose. “You better get packed, because we’re flying to Italy tonight.”

She felt her brows draw together, and she briefly wondered if he’d got his dates mixed up. “But according to the diary, we’re not due to fly out until the twenty-third.”

He flashed her a smile. “Sometimes things don’t run as smoothly as I’d like. There’s a problem in my factory in Florence that needs to be sorted.”

Chapter Seven

 

The stunning Tuscan countryside rolled serenely by as Leon steered the rental car along the tree-lined avenue. They’d traveled overnight by private jet, landing eleven hours later at Galileo Galilei Airport, near Pisa, some fifty miles from Florence. The flight had been uneventful, so Paige had managed to get some sleep in her luxuriously appointed cabin. She’d hoped Leon would join her, but he hadn’t. He’d been attending to a mass of paperwork when she’d retired for the night, but perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised, because Leon was a professional businessman, and work always took priority over play.

The evergreen plumes of Tuscan cypress elegantly dotted the Italian landscape, creating their own unique picture-postcard world, while the intoxicating scent of lemons and rosemary wafted through the open windows of the car, delighting her nostrils, giving her a heady sense of well-being. The atmosphere between Leon and herself in this cultured new environment seemed to spark with barely contained sexual energy. He’d often glance across at her with that all-knowing look glinting mischievously in his expressive eyes.

She wondered what the sleeping arrangements would be when they finally arrived at his private villa. After their talk, when he’d graphically explained what turned him on sexually, while simultaneously fingering her to orgasm, she doubted very much that he would want to sleep alone.

So why hadn’t she told him about her past? Sooner or later he was bound to find out, and it looked like she would have to explain everything very soon. As the countryside sped by, bringing them ever closer to their destination, her stomach churned at the mere thought of what would happen when he saw for himself how disfigured she was. Leon loved beautiful things. In her mind she was less than perfect—a reject. Once he knew the truth, he couldn’t possibly still want her. Could he?

When Leon eventually guided the car along the gravel driveway to his private villa, Paige marveled at the beautiful vineyards covering the rolling hills. The wonderful smell was intoxicating, making her long for a comforting glass of Chianti or Pinot Grigio. Feeling more relaxed now, she glanced at her watch. They’d spent nearly five hours at the Caparelli factory. He’d insisted that she inspect the manufacturing process for the new range of gearboxes. Leon, a car enthusiast through and through, had been enthralled by the way the expensive new machinery had shaved mere microns of aluminum from the metal parts. She, on the other hand, had been bored to tears. Several times she’d had to stop herself from yawning as Leon, his hands gesticulating wildly in true Latin style, had endeavored to explain how the process worked.

God, what is it about men and their cars?

It was
five in the afternoon, and they hadn’t eaten lunch, although her body clock was still running on Colorado time so maybe it didn’t matter.

Some thirty yards up ahead, the vineyards eventually petered out, allowing the slender form of the Tuscan cypress to take over. As the car followed the elegant line of trees that led to a large stone built villa, she noticed the red-tiled roof that slashed downward at a jaunty angle, providing cover for the wooden verandah below. A table and six chairs completed the idyllic picture, and she imagined herself sitting with Leon, enjoying a glass of wine as they took a light lunch, while looking out over the awe-inspiring countryside that spread out around them.

Leon carefully maneuvered the car through a narrow stone archway that led to an enchanting cobbled courtyard, before killing the engine and turning to her.

“Welcome to Casa Benedetto, I’ll show you around in moment.” He smiled and raised a brow. “Tell me, baby, did you enjoy the tour around the factory?”

“Very much so,” she lied. “It was extremely interesting.”

He nodded his head. “Good. I thought you’d like it. We must do it again. I have much more to show you. You’ve only seen the process for producing the gearboxes, next time I’ll make a point of showing you how the Caparelli engines are assembled.”

Paige forced a smile that she hoped would convince him of her sincerity. “I can’t wait, boss.”

Leon suddenly grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her across to him. The look in his eyes let her know her deceit had been well and truly discovered. He stared directly at her for a good ten seconds before throwing back his head and laughing out loud. “Liar. It bored the tits off you.”

“It, er…it didn’t.”

He laughed again before shaking his head and tut-tutting dismissively. “Do you really think that I’m so out of touch with your feelings that I’m not aware of what pleases you, or in this case, bores you rigid?”

Leon was such a perceptive man that she realized there was no point in trying to fake her interest any longer. “Well, boss, I wanted you to think I was interested, because I thought that would make you happy.”

Stroking the back of his hand across her cheek, he leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. “You must never hide your true feelings from me again, baby
.
If you do, it will only make me angry.” He shrugged. “Besides, you’re a woman, what does any woman know about cars? Apart from will it match the color of her dress, shoes, or lipstick.”

His condescending opinion of women and their lack of knowledge about cars left her in no doubt that Leon had been raised the old-fashioned way, where the man wore the pants and was always firmly in charge. As a woman only too happy to take a submissive role in a D/s relationship, that sounded just fine to her. However, out of the bedroom and away from the work environment, she was her own woman, and she’d stand her ground on issues that were important to her.

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