“This won’t work, Jesse.” Anticipation warred with hesitancy. She had known Jesse was more man than she could handle, that his needs and his tastes could not be satisfied by her.
He liked strong, confident women. Women who could fight him, stand up to him sexually. A partner as tempestuous as he was in bed. Terrie wanted his dominance. She wanted to be made to submit to needs that even she couldn’t fantasize of in full detail.
“I think it’s working out just fine,” he grinned down at her, his hand cupping her breast, his finger tweaking the hard nipple then making her moan helplessly as he tugged at the ring piercing it.
Her breath caught in her throat as the caress speared to her cunt. Intense, fiery, that little pinch of pain nearly had her body exploding in ecstasy.
“Untie me. We’ll call it quits here and just forget this ever happened,” she gasped as his head lowered to her breast.
He halted, his eyes rising to her.
“Baby, don’t take me for a fool,” he grinned. “I have you right where I want you. I have no intentions of letting you go now.”
Terrie struggled against her bonds, frightened by the arousal that rose inside her as she realized she was well and truly helpless before him. As she watched in dazed fascination, his head lowered further, his tongue reaching out to lick a hard, distended nipple carefully.
“You taste good,” he whispered, his lips moving against the hard point, driving her crazy with the need to have him take it into his hot mouth and suckle her strong, deep. “You need clamps for these pretty ni**les. Nice and snug. Something that will drive you over the edge with the fire they start.”
Her eyes widened. Clamps? Then a sharp, surprised moan issued from her throat as his grip tightened on her nipple, his fingers tugging at the small gold ring there and his teeth worried the other. Just enough pressure to burn with an erotic flame that danced down her spine.
“Like that, baby?” he whispered as his head rose. “A clamp would keep the pressure, make you so crazy that your sweet pu**y would gush with your juices. And I’d be there between your thighs, lapping up every delicious drop.”
Her hips jerked, a convulsive shudder sweeping through her body at the image he induced. Watching her closely, his gaze went to the flaming curves of her cunt. Terrie watched as his eyes darkened, heated when his fingers met the thick juice that pooled between her spread thighs and coated her bare pu**y. They slid through her narrow slit, circled the entrance to her vagina, then continued down to the tightly closed anal opening.
“No.” Her shocked whisper had him halting, the tip of his finger stretching her tight entrance erotically.
“No?” he asked her, going no further, tempting her with the forbidden, sensual bite of pain his finger had produced. “I want to f**k you there, Terrie. Not now, not today, but soon. I want to teach you how to prepare yourself for me, how to prepare your body for my c**k tunneling into that tight little hole.”
She jerked against him, whimpering as the movement of her body forced his finger marginally deeper into her ass.
“Please, Jesse,” she whispered, consumed by an arousal, a lust she couldn’t hope to control. “I can’t stand it.”
“What can’t you stand, baby?” he asked her with immeasurable tenderness as his finger retreated. “The thought of it, or the building need the thought of it produces?”
She whimpered, shaking her head, unable to answer the question. She didn’t know.
“Did Thomas tell you everything about me, Terrie? During the time you were married, did he tell you the rumors of what I like, what I want?”
A woman confident enough to be as dominant as he was sexually. Oh yeah, Thomas had told her often how she could never measure up to what Jesse would need. She almost suspected that he knew how she had lusted for Jesse. The year she had been married to him had been hell.
As her gaze flickered away from his in indecision, his fingers tightened on her nipple, causing her to gasp, her body to jerk with the hot flare of sexual intensity it induced. Her gaze flew back to him.
“Good.” He rewarded her with a slow, heated lick to her nipple. “That’s what I want in this bed, Terrie. Obedience. No matter what I ask, no matter what I need.”
She blinked up him, surprised by his declaration.
“You didn’t know?” He smiled that sexy, dangerous smile she loved so well. “Oh yeah, baby. I want you submitting to me in every way, in every position imaginable. I want you screaming because you need me so damned bad. I want you needing this, as much as I need to give it.” Before she knew his intent, his open hand delivered a heated slap to her bare, damp cunt.
Terrie was shocked, frightened by a sharp, lust-born moan of pleasure that escaped her throat as the stinging blow vibrated through her body.
“Jesse…” She couldn’t say no, though she sure as hell didn’t know if she could bear it.
“Like that, baby?” he asked sensually as his hand raised again.
Terrie watched now, her eyes wide, dazed as the hand fell.
“Oh God…” She jerked when the heat came, delivered directly over her pulsing clit, throwing it into shocked, dangerous need.
Her breath caught at the warning flare of release from the blow. Why was he doing this? Was he taunting her? Mocking her shameful needs in some way?
“God, look at you,” he growled, lust thickening his voice as he stared down at her in suspended pleasure. “You’re flushed and aroused, your expression so confused, so filled with need. You like it don’t you, baby? I knew you would.”
Another blow landed, burning her, causing her hips to jerk in response, and her juices to slide furiously from her vagina as her clit swelled in response to the sharp pleasure/pain. She was going to orgasm. Oh God, if he smacked her like that just one more time…
She exploded when the blow fell again. Her cunt flamed from the sensual pain, her vagina pulsing as her clit exploded in a firestorm of destructive heat. It raced up her spine, through her womb, shuddering through her body, flaming through her veins as she cried out in shameful pleasure.
“Yes,” his voice growled from a distance. “Oh hell, Terrie, I can’t wait.”
He moved over her body then as his lips lowered to hers. She took his kiss and fought for more. Her lips opened for his tongue, hers twining with it, stroking, tasting the heat of his mouth as he moved between her thighs. His hands weren’t still either. They cupped her br**sts, tweaked her ni**les with heated pressure and had her hanging on an edge of such desperate pleasure she wondered if she would survive it.