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 spurting 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 would 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 body 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 went through 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 wielded to them.
“Take off your gown and lay 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 placed 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 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.