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
“Not yet.” He shook his head. “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 her mouth, she groaned as the words poured from her lips.
His lips quirked. They both knew better.
“We’ll see.” He nodded. “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 sweat pants 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.
“Breakfast is ready, you’re right on time.” He pulled her chair out, 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 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 him, glancing at him as he still reclined beside her.
He reached over, his fingers trailing down her hair. “How extreme do you want me to get, Tess?” he asked instead. “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 him.
“How far will you let me go?” he countered her.
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 in nervousness. 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 in 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 have 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, Tess. 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 raped, 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?”
Her hands clenched at her knees. “I agree,” she whispered.
