encountered as he pressed it past the fullness of the plug lodged in her ass and moved it to the back of her cunt. 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, laying 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 cunt, 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 boneless body. 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’s admission of 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, her final erotic dream 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, wondering 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.
