had
found in Tess’s room that year.
“Captives, dominated by their lovers. Submissive, loving every stroke of the
sensual pleasure they received.
Tess could feel her flush of mortification staining her entire body.
“Did you ever fuck your ass, Tess?” he asked her softly, leaning toward her,
watching her closely. “As you stroked your cunt, fighting for orgasm, did your finger
ever steal into that hot, dark little passage, just to see what it felt like?”
She had. Tess moaned in humiliation. But it hadn’t been her finger, rather it had
been the rounded, slender vibrator she kept hidden. The dark surge of pleasure that
had spread through her had been terrifying. Even worse had been the hard, shocking
quake of an orgasm that had her nearly screaming, ripping through her body, and
making her cunt gush its slick, sticky fluid. The remembered pain of the penetration,
the humiliation of that rushing liquid squirting from her had caused her to never try
such a thing again except with her fingers. Even now, years later, the thought of that
one act was enough to leave her flushing with shame.
“Did it hurt, Tess?” And of course, those wicked eyes knew the flush of admission
on her skin. “Did it make you want more?”
“No,” she bit out, shaking with nerves, with arousal.
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“I think it did.” He touched her cheek, his fingers caressing her flesh, his voice
gentle. “I think I left you aching, needing, and too damned scared to try to reach for it. I
think, Tess, that you need me just as much as I need you.”
“And I think you’re crazy,” she bit out, refusing him, wondering why she was
when she needed it so damned bad.
His thumb stroked over her swollen lips, his eyes dark, glittering in the light of the
candle.
“Am I?” he asked her softly. “Let’s see, Tess, just how crazy I am.”
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Tess watched Cole, trying to still the hard, rough breaths that shook her body. She
couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen, couldn’t seem to settle the hard shudder of her
pounding heart.
“There’s a fine line that divides pleasure and pain,” he told her as he removed the
butt plug from the tray, and the tube of lubricant. “It’s so slim, that if went about the
right way, the pain adds to the pleasure, in a dark erotic manner.”
He moved to the bottom of the bed. He loosened the ropes attached to the
footboard, then grabbed her legs quickly before she could kick out at him. Ignoring her
struggles and heated curses, within minutes he had her entire body flipped over, the
ropes once again holding her in position as he tucked several pillows beneath her hips.
“You bastard.” Her voice was strangled as crazed excitement shot through her
body.
Her buttocks were arched to him now. She was spread, open to him, and the flares
of fear and excitement traveling through her body had her terrified.
“God, Tess, you’re beautiful,” he growled from behind her, his voice rough, filled
with lust. “Your little ass so pink and pretty. And I like how you keep your pussy
waxed so soft and smooth. But I would have preferred to do it myself. >From now on,
I’ll take care of it for you.”
Tess trembled, crying out. She should hate this. She should be screaming, begging
him to stop, instead her body pulsed in need and desire, in anticipation.
“You shouldn’t have waited so long to come back, Tess,” he whispered as he kissed
one full cheek of her ass. “You shouldn’t have made me wait so long, baby, because I
won’t be able to be as gentle as I would have been.”
Her cunt pulsed at his words.
“And I’ll have to punish you.” She whimpered at the rising excitement in his voice.
“But I would have anyway, Tess. Because I need to see that pretty ass all red and hot
from my hand.”
“No—“ Despite her instinctive cry, his hand fell to the rounded cheek of her ass.
Heat flared across her flesh,