Claimed for the Master's Pleasure (Guilty Pleasures #5)(24)
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 became 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 f*ck 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. Cura?ao 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 * 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 * throbbed and ached as her submissive sexual being awakened with force.