“Damn, Tess, I’m almost scared to f**k you, you’re so damned tight,” he growled as his hand smoothed over her cunt, his finger testing her vagina.
Tess arched into the penetration, her hungry moan shocking her as her body begged for more.
His lips trailed along her neck, moving steadily down, down to the hard, sensitive tips of her br**sts. When his mouth covered one, her womb contracted painfully. Oh yeah. That was good. SO good. His tongue rasped over the tip, his mouth suckling at her with a strong motion that left her quivering. Then he nibbled at the small bud, the slight pinch driving her arousal higher with the edge of pain.
“Damn, you’re so hot you’re burning me alive,” he growled, moving back to her lips, searing them with his kiss.
“Burn more then,” she panted. “Please, Cole. Take me now.”
He rose above her moving between her thighs, spreading them wide, as she watched his c**k pulse.
“It might hurt,” he warned her, breathing heavy. “Damn, Tess, I’ve never had a pu**y so tight it burned my finger before.”
She rolled her hips, tormented by the tip of his c**k as it nudged against her vagina.
“That’s okay,” she whimpered. “ You can handle it.”
He surged inside her.
The breath left Tess’s body as it bowed, a strangled scream tearing from her throat at the forced separation of her sensitive vaginal muscles. The burning pleasure/pain consumed her, traveling through her as she twisted against the thick c**k lodged in her cunt.
“Sweet mercy, Tess,” Cole cried out as he came over her heavily, his elbows bracing to take his weight. His hips rolled in a smooth motion between her thighs that sent sharp darts of ecstasy traveling through her body.
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He wasn’t going to last long. Cole knew he didn’t have a prayer of it. The best he could hope for was that Tess wouldn’t either. He grabbed her hips, his face buried in the damp curve of her neck as he began a strong steady motion inside her body.
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 pu**y 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 f**k her slow and easy, his c**k 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 c**k 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 br**sts. 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 bu**ocks.
“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 br**sts were swollen, her ni**les hard and hurting.
He slapped her again.
“Who owns your body?”
“Me.” The haze of arousal was dulling reality now. His hand landed again.