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 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 cunt, 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 glittering 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 first 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 did little for her strength. 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 is 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, baby, 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.
