1 ELLA
Asmatteringofjealousyrodeup her spine as Ella Riddell watched Ares Montague tie his new bride in ropes and lift her up in suspension.
Josie had the sweetest smile on her face, and her body looked divine in those intricate knots as she swayed gently, held in the ropes attached to the suspension frame.
“What are you thinking?”Master wrapped her in his arms, bringing her against his chest.
His erection bulged against his leathers.
She swallowed.Zee hated when she talked down about herself, even in her thoughts.
“Admiring how beautiful youth is.”She cupped his face, her fingers trailing along the stubble of his chin.
Zee laughed softly.“It’s fleeting.Spread those legs and give me access to what’s mine.”
His tone, all steely and stern, made her wet.
Her stomach fluttered with heated anticipation as she did what he asked, spreading her legs as far apart as she could without falling.
“Good girl.”His praise was liquid warmth making her nipples bead.His hands slid underneath the bottom hem of her corset.He pushed the waistband of her skirt down, and his fingers roamed her belly.
Over her cesarean scar, dimpling his fingers into the worn flesh, squeezing the roll of flesh underneath the scar.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder, tense.
Even twenty-three years later, it still bothered her.
He knew it.She could hear the curve of his smile, and he pushed her a little with how heavy his touch was on her stomach.
“Who does this belong to?”He gently traced the scar before his fingers slid down and dipped into her folds.
“You, Master.”
“That’s right.”He fingered her until she moaned, louder than she wanted to, afraid that someone was going to hear.
Zee took his fingers out of her pussy, making her gasp, then stuck them in her mouth.
“Clean those for me.”
Ella lapped her wetness off his fingers, but Zee hadn’t stopped.His hands squeezed her breasts through the lacy top of her corset.
“You are mine.You are beautiful, and what we have is strong and has stood the test of time.Do you love me any less because of my old, wrinkled face?”
“No, Master.Your face is as handsome as it was when I first met you.”
Zee chuckled.“What’s a few more white hairs here and there?You’re still my redhead, and I’m still yours.”
He squeezed her nipple between his fingers; her pulse jumped under his touch and she gasped.
“We have a wonderful crowd of friends and members tonight.”Zee released her nipple, then ran his palm over it.
“Yes, we do.”
“We’re very lucky, Ella.”
“I know, Master.”
She knew that every day as she looked out on their expansive property in one of the richest postal codes in the country.A girl like her from Olds, Saskatchewan, ended up the wife of an Olympic gold medalist.
