by Lora Leigh
Her hands clenched at her knees. “I agree,” she whispered.
“There are no rules, Tess. But from this point on, no means no. If you don’t want it, then you say the word. Understand?”
She nodded nervously.
“Each night, I’ll push you further. Each night, you’ll learn something new about yourself.” His hands moved to her arms, caressing the tight muscles, easing the nervousness locking them up. “Don’t be frightened of me, Tess. Or of yourself.”
“No other women.” She wanted it clear from the beginning. “I don’t know if I can even handle another man. But you can have no other women.”
“I don’t want another woman, Tess,” he assured her. “And there will be no other men, unless it’s something I decide.” His voice hardened. “There is a particular pleasure in sharing your woman that you may never understand. But not just any man would be worthy of the privilege, baby, trust me.”
“If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll walk out of this house and I won’t come back,” she finally breathed roughly. “I’m tired of waiting, Cole.”
She had turned the tables on him then, she moved before he could stop her, turning and pressing against his shoulders until he laid back on the mattress. He was already hard, and she was already wet. His cock tented the front of his pants, hiding him from her. Hooking her hands in the waistband she pulled them down, lifting them over the thick erection and jerking them from his legs.
“I wondered when you would get tired of waiting,” he said with a smile, though his gaze was hot, wickedly lustful.
Tess jerked the gown over her head, then moved up his body. She heard his hard breath when her damp folds grazed his cock, but she continued on. She wanted his kiss. She was dying for it.
As her lips touched his, his arms went around her, turning her, flipping her onto her back as he rose above her. His tongue pierced her mouth, his lips slanting over hers as he turned the caress into a carnal feast. Tess moaned brokenly, feeling the tenderness, the utter warmth of his touch, his body above hers, the easy strength of his muscles as he kept her close against him.
“My dick is so hard I won’t last five minutes inside you,” he bit out. “Are you on the pill, or do I need a condom?”
“Pill,” she gasped. She didn’t want anything between them. She wanted to feel him when he came, feel his seed spurting hard inside her. She protected herself, and not just during a relationship. She maintained that protection.
“Damn, Tess, I’m almost scared to fuck you, you’re so damned tight,” he growled as his hand smoothed over her pussy, his finger testing her vagina.
Tess arched into the penetration, her hungry moan shocking her as her body begged for more.
His lips trailed along her neck, moving steadily down, down to the hard, sensitive tips of her breasts. When his mouth covered one, her womb contracted. Oh yeah. That was good. SO good. His tongue rasped over the tip, his mouth suckling at her with a strong motion that left her quivering. Then he nibbled at the small bud, the slight pinch driving her arousal higher with the edge of pain.
“You’re so hot you’re burning me alive,” he growled, moving back to her lips, searing them with his kiss.
“Burn more then,” she panted. “Please, Cole. Take me now.”
He rose above her, moving between her thighs, spreading them wide, as she watched his cock pulse.
“It might hurt,” he warned her, breathing heavy. “Damn, Tess, I’ve never had a pussy so tight it burned my finger before.”
She rolled her hips, tormented by the tip of his cock as it nudged against her vagina. “That’s okay,” she whimpered. “You can handle it.”
He surged inside her.
The breath left Tess’s body as it bowed, a strangled scream tearing from her throat at the forced separation of her sensitive vaginal muscles. The burning pleasure/pain consumed her, traveling through her as she twisted against the thick cock lodged inside her.
“Sweet mercy, Tess,” Cole cried out as he came over her heavily, his elbows bracing to take his weight. His hips rolled in a smooth motion between her thighs that sent sharp darts of ecstasy traveling through her body.
He wasn’t going to last long. Cole knew he didn’t have a prayer of it. The best he could hope for was that Tess wouldn’t either. He grabbed her hips, his face buried in the damp curve of her neck as he began a strong, steady motion inside her body.
Her cunt was so tight it burned, so slick and sweet he could stay inside her forever, if only he could hold his release back that long. There wasn’t a chance. She twisted against him, her hips lifting for him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she took him deeper, screaming out with the sensations his hard thrusts sent through her.
Cole groaned at her heat. He pushed into her harder, his thrusts gaining in speed, spearing inside her, sliding through sensitive tissue that gripped him, fought to hold him. Her body tightened further until finally, her pussy began to quake around him as she cried out, jerking in his arms, her orgasm slamming into her at the same time he lost control.
Cole heard his howl of ecstasy, her strangled scream of release as he began coming inside her. Heat enveloped him, seared him, filled his body and soul as her hold on him tightened.
“Tess. God, Tess, baby—” He didn’t think the hard flares of pleasure would ever end. Prayed they never did. They shot up his spine, through his dick, and dissolved the hard, lonely core to his heart. This woman was his. And before the week was over, he’d prove it to her.
CHAPTER TEN
For Tess, the days continued in a haze of pleasure. Cole was alternately gentle and masterful, seductive and surprising. He pushed her as he warned he would. He tied her down and tormented her with his skillful tongue and a variety of sexual toys meant to both tease and torment. Throughout the day she wore the silky gowns he laid out for her, and roamed the house with him. They talked and laughed, made love and lust in a variety of rooms and positions. But more importantly, Tess learned about the man.
The privileged, driven man whose incredible intelligence often hid a man of intense emotions. She would catch glimpses of it during certain conversations or after a session of intense, almost brutal lovemaking. His expression would be concerned, loving, as though despite his needs, his desires, he feared hurting her.
He still made her wear the butt plug for several hours daily. Before it was time to remove it, he would fuck her slow and easy, his cock sliding forcefully inside the ultra-tight passage of her vagina. The sensation was incredible. Tess would scream for him, beg, plead for mercy as the streaking pain and pleasure assaulted her body. Her climaxes tore her apart with the sensations, leaving her heaving against him, her juices exploding around his cock and triggering his own climax.
Their time was slowly coming to a close, though. On the sixth day, Tess dressed in yet another gown. The new one was a Grecian design that fell to her feet, with small golden silken ropes crossing over the front from her abdomen to beneath her breasts. She was barefoot again, but she knew that Cole would be as well. He wore clothes easy to remove. She grinned. For the most part, they went naked through the house anyway.
They ate breakfast quickly. Tess knew Cole had something planned for the day, but she wasn’t certain what. She learned quickly a bit later, though. As she lay on the mattress in front of the fire Cole pulled four massively heavy weights from the corner of the room. He placed one at each corner of the mattress, then gave her that dark, commanding look that set her blood on fire.
“Last lesson,” he whispered, tying a length of silken rope on the metal rings welded to them.
“Take off your gown and lie on your stomach.”
A tremor of arousal shook her body as she pulled the gown from her body. Cole then buckled a leather band at each ankle and wrist before attaching the ropes to them. It left her spread, defenseless, with just enough play in the rope for him to place large, wide pillows beneath her body, levering her several inches above the mattress. Under her hips he plac
ed yet another, leaving her ass defenseless, open to his gaze.
“Who owns your body?” he whispered, running his finger along the flaming crease of her cunt as his other hand stroked her buttocks.
“I do.” Her voice was rough. She was in the right position for punishment; she didn’t want to waste it.
His hand landed on her ass with stinging force. She flinched, cried out at the flare of heat in her flesh and deep within her cunt.
“Who owns your body, Tess?” he asked her again.
“Not you,” she cried out. She needed more, again. She wanted him to set her ass to burning, because she knew what it would do to the rest of her body. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples hard and hurting.
He slapped her again. “Who owns your body?”
“Me.” The haze of arousal was dulling reality now. His hand landed again.
“Need any help, Cole?” For a moment, Tess thought she imagined the smooth, cultured voice coming from the doorway.
She opened her eyes, her head turning, her eyes widening in mortification at the sight of the man leaning casually against the doorframe.
Jesse Wyman was one of the vice presidents at her father’s company, answerable only to Cole and her father. He was as darkly handsome as Cole was, but more refined, not as large or savage looking. His green eyes were dark now, filled with lust rather than calculation, and the bulge in his pants looked more than impressive.
“Cole?” Was this part of his plan? If not, her suddenly dripping pussy may just get her into trouble.
“Say no and he walks away.” Cole’s voice was hot, suggestive. “Do you remember the book your mother threw the biggest fit over, Tess?” he whispered hotly. “The woman was tied down, her ass raised, her pussy, her mouth, and her ass at the mercy of the hero and his best friend? Meet my best friend, baby.”
Tess quivered. She could feel Cole’s hand stroking over her heated bottom, Jesse’s eyes following the caress. Her heart labored heavily in excitement, the blood thundering through her veins. She had always wondered what it would feel like. Wondered if she could handle two men at once.
“Cole—?” She was frightened, too. The unfamiliar longings were shuttling through her body, making her shake in indecision.
“Tess,” he whispered. “It won’t be the last time I ask it of you. I promise you, baby, you’ll love it.”
She could hear the excitement in his voice, the arousal as Jesse started into the room, his hands going to the buttons of his white dress shirt.
“God, you two do this all the time?” she gasped.
“Just sometimes. Just when it’s important, Tess. When we know it’s needed. And baby, you need it.” His finger dipped into her pussy, pushing through the frothing juice that dripped from it.
Tess groaned, pushing back into his finger as Jesse dropped his shirt to the floor. His chest was muscular and deeply tanned. His green eyes glittered with rising lust. Tess watched, mesmerized as his hand went to the fastening of his slacks.
“She’s beautiful,” Jesse growled as he kicked his shoes off then disposed of his slacks and boxers. “Has she been a good girl for you, Cole?” His voice was suggestive, searing her with the implication that she needed to be punished.
His hands tested the restraints at her wrists, then his fingers feathered over her cheek. Tess shuddered at the caress.
“Tess usually finds a way to be naughty, don’t you, baby?” Cole’s hand landed on her bottom in a light smack.
She jerked, whimpering. Dear God, they were both going to punish her, pleasure her? She felt faint from excitement, her body tingling. She nearly climaxed when Jesse came to his knees beside her, his erection not as large as Cole’s, but nearly. It was thick, pulsing, the head throbbing. His hand touched her hair, his eyes locked with hers, and then Tess understood why Cole had propped pillows beneath her whole body. To raise her high enough to keep her arms stretched wide, and still in position for any cock sucking required. Her mouth watered at the thought, then opened in a cry of surprise when Cole’s hand struck her ass again.
“Naughty Tess.” His voice was filled with amusement.
“Beautiful Tess,” Jesse’s voice was a low growl of pleasure. “Her butt pinkens so well. Does it stretch as easily?”
“My ass,” Cole grunted. “I haven’t fucked it yet, so you can’t either.”
Jesse grunted but said nothing more. A second later, Tess felt his lips at her shoulder, his teeth scraping over her skin as his hands reached beneath her on either side to cup her full, swollen breasts. His fingers gripped her nipples, pinching lightly as she groaned at the hot little flare of pain. She jerked at the caress, fighting to breathe as she felt Cole’s hand descend on her ass once again. She was bucking at each blow, crying out as Jesse alternately soothed and inflamed her nipples, his mouth on her neck, nibbling, licking at her, keeping her poised on a pinnacle of arousal so sharp it was agony.
It was then that Tess felt Cole move away from her for a second. When he returned, his finger, thickly lubricated, began to work its way up her still tight anus. He slid the finger in easily, though her muscles pinched at the entrance. He pulled back slowly, then two broad fingers were working up the tight channel, spreading her, thrusting lightly inside as she cried out, begging for more.
Jesse’s fingers tightened on her nipples, then caressed them, tightened again, caressed again. Cole’s fingers, three now, worked slowly up her small back entrance, his voice hot and encouraging as she opened to him, her muscles stretching as it sent fire flaring through her body.
“I’m going to fuck your ass today, Tess,” he growled. “I’m going to lubricate you real good, baby, then I’m going to work my cock up your tight ass and listen to you scream for me. Will you scream for me, baby?”
Scream? She couldn’t breathe. She was gasping for breath as Jesse pulled the pillows from beneath her body, lying down beside her, his strong arms holding her up as he pushed his head under her to catch a hard, turgid nipple in his mouth.
There was enough slack to the ropes holding her wrists now that she could partially prop herself up with her hands. Jesse helped her hold her weight, splayed as she was, with his hard hands beneath her breasts. But the strong suction, strong nips and rasping tongue on her tender nipples were driving her crazy.
Her head tossed as she panted for breath. Cole’s fingers were working further up her ass now, spilling fire and hot, dark rapture as he slowly stretched her, his fingers spreading inside her to part the heated passage.
“Jesse is going to fuck your tight pussy for me, Tess,” Cole promised her, his voice rough from his lust. “After I work my cock up your sweet ass, he’s going to take that tight cunt. You’ll be stretched and full baby, both of us working you, fucking you.”
His explicit words caused her womb to spasm painfully, her body to bow involuntarily as she pushed against his fingers.
“Oh yes, baby, you want it, don’t you?” Pleasure filled his voice. “You want to be taken, filled and fucked like the sweet treasure you are.”
His voice was awed, enraptured, as though it were she giving him a gift, rather than the other way around. As Cole spoke, Jesse pushed his body beneath hers, sliding easily in the space the cushions had once taken until she was draped over him, his cock nestling at the soaked lips of her bare cunt.
“Tess, I wish you could see how beautiful you look,” Cole groaned as he moved back until Jesse could get into position. “Your sweet cunt dripping all over his cock, soaking it. Your ass raised and ready for me. Are you ready for me, baby?”
Tess whimpered. Was she ready? The thought of his cock, so thick and hard pushing up her ass, was at once terrifying and exhilarating.
“I think you’re ready.” She felt him move into position as Jesse reached around, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart.
“Relax for me, Tess,” Cole groaned. “I promise, it’s gonna be so good.”
She felt the head of his cock begin its entrance inside her. Slowly, easing
inside her, stretching her until she was screaming out at the shocking pain of the entrance. Pain and pleasure, it seared her, held her immobile as he worked his cock inside her, inch by inch.
Jesse held her flesh apart, but his lips caressed her face, whispering encouragement, dark, naughty words that made her need for the sexual pain flare higher, hotter. His voice was approving, tender.
“It’s okay, Tess,” he soothed her as she bucked, her eyes tearing from the pain, though she didn’t want it to stop. She never wanted it to stop. “Don’t fight it, Tess,” he urged. “Cole’s cock is thick, but not too thick. You can take it.” He pulled her flesh apart further, easing the shocking pain as Cole continued to tunnel inside her.
“Tess, are you okay, baby?” She could hear the strain in his voice, the hot vibrating vein of lust and possession, caring and tenderness.
“Please—” she gasped as he halted the slow, gliding entrance.
The head of his cock had just passed the tight ring of muscles, the flared tip stretching it wide as she fought to accustom herself to his large cock filling her there.
“More, baby?” he asked her, his hand smoothing down her back.
“More,” she cried, her hips easing back on the burning lance. “More. Please, Cole. More.”
He began to ease further inside her as the tip of Jesse’s cock throbbed at the entrance to her pussy. A slow, steady stroke had Cole filling her ass completely, his hard groan as he sank into her up to his balls echoed in the room.
Tess was crying out repeatedly now, her muscles clenching on him, her body accepting the pain as a torturous pleasure she couldn’t deny any longer. Her hips moved against him, driving him deeper, lodging the pulsing head of Jesse’s cock just inside her vaginal entrance as Cole pulled back, then pushed forward again.
“Yes,” she screamed out as he began an easy thrusting motion inside her ass. “Oh God, Cole. Fuck me. Please fuck me!”
He pushed harder inside her. Once. Twice. Then stilled. Tess would have protested, but she lost her breath. Beneath her, Jesse began to push his hard cock into the tiny, tiny entrance of her vagina. Cole’s cock filled her ass to bursting, leaving little room in her snug pussy. But Jesse didn’t let that hinder him. Groaning, praising the ultra-tight fit, he sank slowly into the heated depths until he was lodged in to the hilt.