by Lora Leigh
“Now, Tess,” Cole growled. “Now, I get to eat that pretty pussy.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tess’s cries were echoing in his head, throbbing in his cock. Cole couldn’t remember a time he had been so turned on, so hot and ready to fuck. He wanted to plunge his cock as deep, as hard up her tight cunt as he could. He wanted to slam it inside her, master her with the brutality of a fucking so lustful that she would find it impossible to leave the only man who could give it to her.
But he knew, the longer he could keep her hanging on the edge of the sensations ripping through her, the more she would crave it later. He was a slave to the need to be the one who pleasured her.
The piercing of her ass with that plug had been the most erotic, satisfying thing he had done in his life. He wondered if she was even aware of how loud she had begged for more, how many times she had pleaded with him to push it hard inside her, to take her. He doubted it. Submissives rarely remembered that first time, those first long minutes that the plug, or a hot, thick cock invaded their ass.
It was the pain and pleasure combined. The needs, so shocking, so consuming, that they dazed the mind to the point that the submissive rarely remembered begging for it.
“Fuck me,” Tess still begged, her voice was thick and desperate as her cunt leaked the honeyed cream of her need.
And he would fuck her. Soon.
He lifted a small, oblong metal device from the tray. It was attached to a long cord with a control box at the end. A silver bullet, it was called. So tiny it appeared harmless, but the effects of its internal vibrations would send Tess into such a haze of rapture that she would never forget it.
He inserted the three-inch long device into her cunt. His cock clenched at the closed fist tightness he encountered as he pressed it past the fullness of the plug lodged in her ass and moved it to the back of her pussy. He positioned the little device for maximum vibration against her G-spot then withdrew. He set the control on low, a gentle, stroking vibration that nonetheless caused her to flinch. Then he set about feeding himself from her cunt.
He lapped at her pussy, just as he had once promised her he would. Gentle strokes into her vagina with his tongue that had her bucking against his mouth, begging for more. Her body was sheened with sweat, her breathing harsh, her cries desperate as he tongued her, stroked her. And she tasted so damned good he couldn’t help himself but to thrust his tongue as deep inside her as he could go, and draw more of her into his mouth.
Cole was on fire for her. He knew his control was slipping, something that never happened, something he had never had to fight to keep before. But he had to prepare her, he couldn’t allow himself to unwittingly hurt her. Tess was everything to him. His heart, his soul, the happiness he had always believed he would never find. She teetered between erotic pain and the pain that could irrevocably damage her sexuality forever. If he wasn’t careful, extremely careful, then he would destroy both of them. Because Cole knew he couldn’t go much longer without her.
So he tamped down his own lusts, stroked her gently, gauged her need and advanced the speed of the vibrator accordingly. She was bucking in his hands now, nearing that point of no return. Reluctantly, he moved back from her dripping vagina, licked back, circled her clit with his tongue. Then he turned, lying on his back, positioning himself to suck the swollen, engorged bud into his mouth as he edged the speed of the vibrator higher.
She exploded, her body tensed. Her scream was strangled, breathless, as her body bowed, jerked, then began a repeated shudder that signaled the beginning of her orgasm. He tightened his lips on her clit, flicked it with his tongue and held her hips with easy strength when the hot, volcanic rush of her release began to rush through her body.
Tess was dying. She knew she was dying and she eagerly embraced the exquisite rush of painful pleasure that threw her over the brink. Her body was jerking uncontrollably, her orgasm filling her body, pumping through her blood, spasming her uterus as it tore through her. She could feel the hard vibration inside her, Cole’s lips at her clit, blending into a raging storm she knew she wouldn’t survive. Hard shudders rushed over her; pleasure unlike anything she could have conceived tore her apart. And in a distant part of her mind, she wondered if she would ever be the same again. If she survived it.
She screamed against the torrent, but couldn’t fight it. She could feel her fluids gushing through her pussy as it spasmed, and Cole’s mouth moving to catch them with a hard, male groan. His tongue speared inside her tortured sex, triggering another hard shudder, another gush of fluids until finally, she collapsed mindlessly against her ropes, dazed, stripped of strength.
Small tremors still assaulted her. The never-ending pulse of her climax didn’t go away easily. She could hear Cole, a hard, brutal male groan echoing through the room as his body jerked against her. Had he come? Had he been inside her and she didn’t know it? It didn’t matter. She was drifting on a haze of pleasure so weak, so astounding that she couldn’t think, and didn’t want to.
“Tess?” Cole’s voice was tender, warm as he moved behind her. “Are you okay, baby?”
She felt the ropes loosening, his hands calloused and gentle on her skin as he untied her, helped her to stretch out on the bed. She lay boneless, so satiated she could barely move. She was aware of Cole moving along the bed beside her, turning her over to her back, his expression, when she looked up at him, was concerned, gentle.
“Sleepy,” she whispered. And she was. So tired, so emotionally and physically drained she could barely stay awake.
“Sleep, Tess.” He kissed her cheek gently. “Rest, baby. We start again tomorrow.”
Cole lay down beside her, drawing the quilt over them, ignoring the pulse of his still throbbing cock. He had climaxed with Tess, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be buried inside her, feeling her, tight and hot, enclosing him with her satin heat.
And he knew the fight wasn’t finished. Accepting the pain-filled pleasure would be the easy part for Tess. Submitting to him would be the hard part. Giving in to him, no matter what he asked of her, no matter what he demanded for her sexual pleasure, would be the fight. One he looked forward to. He knew Tess better than she knew herself. He knew, from her father telling him about the books her mother had found, what turned her on. It wasn’t the pain, it was the domination, the submission into the sexual extremes that she craved. She wanted to fight. She wanted to be vanquished, and he wanted to give it to her.
He pulled her against him, luxuriating in the warmth of her body, her very presence. He had dreamed of this for two years. He knew the moment he met Tess that she held a part of him that no other woman ever could. The thought of it had tormented him, racked him with lust. In the past months, it had grown worse. He lived and breathed daily with the need for her. It was like a fever burning his loins that he couldn’t escape.
And now he had her. By Valentine’s night, her final lesson, when her final erotic dream was fulfilled, she would know who mastered her body and her heart.
CHAPTER NINE
Tess was sore. Her entire body throbbed, protesting her wakefulness. The muscles of her legs were stiff and burning, her arms and even her breasts were sore.
“Open your eyes, Tess. We have to remove the plug and you need a hot bath.” Cole’s voice was firm, brooking no refusal.
Her eyes snapped open, her head turning to him, her eyes focusing on the savage features of his face.
“You left that thing in me?” she bit out incredulously. He arched a single brow.
“Your ass was tight, Tess. It needs to accustom itself to stretching before you’ll ever be able to take my cock there.”
Her heart slammed into her ribs.
“Go to the bathroom, then come back here. If you try to remove it yourself, I’ll tie you back down and leave you there the rest of the day.”
He meant it. She saw his determination in the hard lines of his face. “Take it out first,” she said instead.
He shook his head. “Do as I
say, Tess. I have a reason for my demands, baby.”
Tess frowned, but she knew she did not want to experience the torture of being tied down and frothing with need. And she knew he would make her froth. He would torture her, then leave her to suffer in her arousal. She wasn’t ready to take that chance yet, not after last night.
So she rose from the bed, walking gingerly to the bathroom. After relieving her most pressing need, she brushed her teeth and washed her face, then returned to the bedroom. Her stomach rolled with nerves, as she wondered how Cole planned to continue the sensual torture he had started last night.
“On your knees.” He nodded to the bed, standing beside it, naked and sporting an erection that resembled a weapon.
His cock was the largest she had ever seen, nearly as thick as her wrist, with a bulging, flared head that made her mouth water at the sight.
Tess went to the bed, assuming the position she knew he wanted. She trembled as his hand caressed the cheeks of her rear. His fingers ran down the crease of her ass until he gripped the plug, pulling it slowly, gently, free of her bottom.
“Stay still,” he ordered her before she could move. “Under your cabinet are some personal supplies I bought for you. From now on you will use them whenever I tell you to do so. Understood?”
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling her cunt burn, moisten as he ran his hands over her ass.
“I’m not going to fuck you now because to be honest, I don’t think I can keep my cock out of your ass. But I need relief, baby.”
He moved around the bed then, turning her as he faced her, his cock aiming at her mouth. Tess licked her lips. She opened them as the purpled head nudged against them. She heard his hard groan as she closed her lips around his cock, taking him, opening her throat to take that last inch possible.
One of his hands gripped his cock, to assure he didn’t give her more than she could take, the other twisted in her hair. The sharp bite of pain had her mouth tightening around his cock, her throat working on the head as he cried out in pleasure. He wasn’t willing to prolong his own pleasure this morning though. His thrust in and out of her mouth with deep, hard strokes, holding her still as he groaned repeatedly at the pleasure she was bringing him. Then, she felt his cock jerk, throb, and the pulse of his sperm filling her mouth as he cried out his release.
Cole was breathing hard when he pulled back from her, his cock was still engorged, still ready for her, but he did nothing more.
“Go bathe, Tess, before I do something neither of us is ready for. Come down to breakfast when you’re finished.”
Tess stood up, watching him fight for control. “Is Father home?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Not yet. He’ll be back the night before the party. You’re mine until then, Tess. Can you handle it?”
Her eyes narrowed at his tone of voice, the suggestion that she couldn’t.
“I can handle you any day of the week.” Damn my mouth, she groaned inwardly as the words poured from her lips.
His lips quirked. They both knew better.
“We’ll see. Go bathe. I’ll lay out what I want you to wear this morning. The servants have been given the rest of the week off as well, so there’s just you and me for a while.”
Tess bit her lip. She wasn’t certain if that was a good thing or not.
“Go.” He indicated the bathroom door. “Come downstairs when you’re ready.”
An hour later Tess walked down the spiraling stairs, barefoot and wearing more clothes than she thought he would lay out for her but decidedly less than she wanted to wear. The long, silk negligee made her feel sexy, feminine. It covered her breasts but was cut low enough that if he wanted them out, he would have no problems. There were no panties included, but the black silk shielded that fact. She would have been uncomfortable in something he could have seen right through.
His note had stated that he would await her in the kitchen, and there he was. Dressed in sweatpants and nothing else, his thick black hair still damp, looking sexier than any man had a right to look. And he was smiling at her. Even his eyes were filled with a lazy, comfortable expression as he set two plates of eggs, bacon and toast beside full coffee cups.
“You’re right on time. breakfast is ready.” He pulled out her chair, indicating that she should sit.
Tess took her seat gingerly. The soreness of her muscles was much better, but her thighs and rear were still tender.
“Sore?” He brushed a kiss over her bare shoulder, causing her to jerk in startled reaction.
She turned her head, looking up at him as he straightened and moved to his own chair.
“A little.” She cleared her throat.
“It will get easier,” he promised. “Now eat. We’ll talk later, after you’ve been fed.”
Breakfast, despite her initial misgivings, was filled with laughter. Cole was comfortable and his easy humor began to show. His dry wit kept her chuckling and the wicked sparkle in his eyes kept her body sizzling, kept her anticipating later, praying he would fuck her. The longer he waited, the hotter she got. She didn’t know if she would survive it much longer.
Finally, after the dishes were finished, he drew her through the house into the comfortable living room. A fire crackled in the corner of the room where a large, thick pillow mattress had been laid.
“Sit down, we need to talk.” He drew her down on the mattress, then onto her back as he lay beside her.
“Look, I don’t much feel like talking,” she finally said in frustration. “Let’s just cut to the chase here, Cole. There are things I evidently like, that you enjoy doing. I don’t want to talk about them. Just do them.”
She stared up at him, narrowing her eyes, warning him that she too had her limits. He propped his head on his hand, regarding her with a curious expression.
“I expected more of a fight,” he said, a vague question in his voice.
Tess sighed, sitting up and staring into the fire as she ran the fingers of one hand through her hair.
“How extreme do you intend to get?” she finally asked, glancing at him as he reclined beside her.
He reached over, his fingers trailing down her hair. “How extreme do you want me to get, Tess?” he asked. “I can give you whatever you want, anything you want. But I have my own needs, and they will have to be satisfied as well.”
“Such as?” she asked him, keeping her voice low, stilling the tremor that threatened to shake it.
“I like the toys, Tess. I like using them, and I’m dying to use them on you. I like spanking you. I like watching your pretty pussy and the rounded cheeks of your ass turning red. I like hearing you scream because you don’t know if it hurts or if it’s the pleasure killing you. I want to see your eyes filled with dazed pleasure as I push your limits.” He laid it out for her pretty well, she thought with an edge of silent mockery, and still didn’t answer a damned thing.
“How far will you go?” she asked.
“How far will you let me go?” he countered.
Tess had a feeling she would have few limits, but she wasn’t willing to tell him that. “You evidently have plans. I’d like to know what they are.”
Cole sighed. “Some things are better left up to the pleasure of the moment. Let’s wait and see what happens.”
Tess licked her lips nervously. Evidently her father had told him about the debacle with the books her mother had found. He wouldn’t have known about them otherwise. She took a deep, hard breath.
“Does it concern other men?” she finally asked.
His eyes lit up with arousal. Tess lowered her head to her knees. God, she didn’t know if she could.
“You want it, Tess.” He moved behind her, sitting up to pull her against him as he whispered the words in her ear. “You’ve wanted it for a long time, baby, everything I’ve planned. Just settle down, and we’ll take it step by step.”
Tess was fighting to control her breathing, her heart rate. She was terrified of him, and of herself.
“
I can’t, if Father found out—”
“Tess, your father knows,” he said gently. “Why do you think your mother divorced him? She didn’t want sex, let alone what he needed. Your father knew when those books were found what you needed. Just as he knows what I need.”
Embarrassment coursed through her body. She remembered coming home from college, her mother raging at her, the humiliation of the accusations she had thrown at Tess. It was one of the few times her father had put his foot down. Then he had pulled her into his study and uncomfortably informed her that sexuality was a personal thing, and none of his or her mother’s business.
“Your sister—?” She left the question hanging.
“Knows what he wants and enjoys it. That’s the key point, Tess. You have to enjoy it, otherwise, it brings me no pleasure. Your pleasure is most important. What you want, what you need.”
His hands were at her abdomen, softly stroking the nervous muscles there. His lips brushed over her shoulder, her neck.
“I don’t want a toy, Tess,” he promised her. “Or a woman who doesn’t know her mind and speak up accordingly. But in the bedroom, that is where I want the woman I know you are. If you want to fight me, then fight. If you want to submit, then do so. If you want to be tied down and dominated, let me know. All of it, I can give you and enjoy. But if you ever reach a limit, you have to tell me. If I ever suggest something you don’t want or can’t handle, then you have to speak up. And after that, unless you ask for it, it will never be approached again. So be very careful in the pleasures you deny yourself.”
She lifted her head from her knees.
“And when you’re tired of me?” she asked him.
“What if you grow tired of me first?” he asked her then. “It goes both ways, Tess. If we can’t give the other what they need, then there’s no point in going on. Do you agree?”