Chapter Twelve
Kase
When Ella’s body stopped convulsing around my hand I whispered in her ear, “You’re mine.
“Yes, sir,” she panted and collapsed across my lap.
Good thing the seats were leather. James was going to have a mess to clean up later. I’d have to make sure to give him that raise.
Ella slept until we reached the tarmac. I’d seen it before, subs experiencing such altered states of mind while in “sub-space” and achieving such intense orgasms that their bodies kind of shut off when it was over.
I picked her up, carried her to the waiting helicopter, and got her situated in a seat. She slept the entire flight and I stared at her gorgeous perfection the whole time. When we landed on the roof of the my hotel, I gently prodded her awake.
“Ella, we’re here.” Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. “Are you ready for your homecoming?”
She nodded and I led her down to the main ballroom.
“It’s not too late is it?” Ella asked glancing at the Bavarian clock in the lobby.
“This year’s theme is Midnight in Paris and they adjusted the start time to match. We are very fashionably late.”
Ella nodded and we entered the ballroom.
For the first time in my life I didn’t command the attention of everyone in the room the instant I walked in. Ella did, and I wasn’t the least bit bothered by it. Everyone stared at her, she was the most beautiful girl in the room.
“Pretty risky wearing a gown like that,” a girl I didn’t recognize said to Ella.
She was right. Ella’s dress was too short. I made sure of it. I wanted her to stand out. I wanted her to be the most spectacular thing here.
“How do you mean?” Ella asked sweetly, not hearing the biting tone in the deb’s voice.
The girl smiled. “Well it’s not to dress code, obviously.”
I was about to step forward and tell the bitchy know it all exactly where she could stick her obviously when Ella put a hand on my forearm.
“Sara-belle?” she asked. “Sara-belle French?”
The girl’s jaw dropped as she grabbed for a her necklace. A three strand leather choker with a dangling silver pendant, that I’m certain, once unhooked was a tiny flogger.
I’d have to get Ella some wearable toys like that.
“Ella? Is that you? Heavens it’s been forever!”
They hugged and briefly chatted about getting together to catch up, and then we made the our rounds in the ballroom. Every fifteen or so feet someone would recognize Ella and tell her how beautiful she looked. Not a single person even acknowledged me, the owner of the hotel they were all partying in.
And I didn’t mind one bit.
After about the fourth or fifth time someone approached her Ella tugged at my sleeve. “Have we been here long enough? Can we go now?”
I laughed long and hard at the request. “Of course we can go, Ella.”
“Great. How far away do you live?”
“Not far at all,” I said as I took her to the elevator, reaching for the key card that unlocked the penthouse floor.
Ella eyed the card as we entered the elevator. “Do you live here?” she asked when I hit the button for the top floor.
“I do.”
“Is this your hotel? Are you that Waldorf?”
“I am.”
“I thought your father was an attorney. I didn’t know he was also a hotel mogul.”
“The hotel is a family thing, passed down to him and now me. He made his name with his estate law firm. Just like I made a name for myself as a business consultant. Which is why I was in Delaware in the first place. The hotel kind of takes care of itself, really. I just live here.”
Ella nodded and I escorted her off the elevator. As soon as the doors closed behind us my mood changed. No holding back anymore. No need for decorum or restraint. I was finally going to have her the way I truly wanted her.
Ella sensed the change and her cheeks flushed bright red.
“Take off your dress,” I commanded.
A smile spread across Ella’s lips as she lowered her eyes and tugged on the zipper. The dress fell to the floor and she stepped out of it and her shoes. She stood before me, nude and glorious. I picked her up, kissed her all the way into the bedroom, and then threw her on the bed.
She squealed as she bounced it. I shrugged out of my coat, kicked off my shoes and sat on the edge of the bed. “Lay down, Ella,” I ordered. “No,” I said when she laid flat on the bed. “Prop yourself up with some pillows so I can see you from here. Yes, just like that. Now, spread your legs for me.” I swallowed hard as she opened her legs, showing me her perfect, pink little pussy. It took everything I had not to pounce on her right then, not to pull out my cock and fuck her until her eyes rolled in her head.
I wanted this to last. I wanted to savor it.
You don’t scarf down a gourmet meal, and I wouldn’t rush things now.
“I want to see you touch yourself, Ella.”
Her downcast eyes fluttered up to meet mine. “Please, sir. Please take me,” she begged.
I growled. “I told you, Ella. I’ll have you exactly the way I want. Now do as I say.” Ella bit her lip and obeyed, cupping her creamy, delicious tits. She pinched her nipples, then slid one hand down her side, over her thigh, and right to her wet pussy. “Jesus fuck,” I mumbled. She was going to make me blow in my pants if I wasn’t careful. “That’s it,” I said and got up to get some equipment. “Keep going just like that, Ella.” I grabbed everything I needed from my kink closet.
I buckled Ella’s ankles into the leg spreader and explained. “This is to keep your legs as far apart as possible.” I paused a moment, watching as she played with her clit, hips rocking as she dipped a few fingers into her opening. My cock strained against my pants to the point of discomfort. “Okay, that’s enough of that.” I snatched both Ella’s wrists in one hand, bound them with the other, and tied the ends of the rope to the bed posts.
“Ella do you have a safe word?”
“No, sir.”
“You need to think of one. Now. Use it went you want me to stop.”
A flush spread across Ella’s cheeks and the tops of her tits. “Astronaut,” she said.
I nodded. “Astronaut it is,” I said and slipped a blindfold over her head. I got undressed, grabbed my bag of tricks, and got on the bed with her. I started with a bullet vibrator, a tiny thing no bigger than my baby finger. She groaned as I teased and buzzed both her nipples to hard, tall peaks. I traced it down the line of her body and made my way to her clit, circling the buzzy little device around her drenched and erect clit with one hand and sucking on her hard nipples. Ella moaned and writhed beneath me like she would come at any minute.
And then she did come. Wailing and grinding against my hand, Ella came so hard and so fast I was impressed. “You come so easily, Ella,” I whispered in her ear when her screams stopped.
“Only for you, sir.”
Jesus fuck, she was going to kill me.