One hand gripped the thick shaft as his hips jerked, burying the smooth crown in her suckling mouth. She heard his strangled moan above her, felt his erection throb with a deep, hard flex of the tightened muscle.
“Enough.” His voice was thicker now as he pulled at her hair. When that didn’t help, he gripped her head, pulling her up as she cried in protest.
He flipped her to her back, jerking the blankets off the bed as he came over her.
“You don’t want this, Ella,” he bit out fiercely. “You don’t want to tempt me this way.”
She undulated beneath him, raking her hard-tipped br**sts against his chest, rubbing her aching pu**y against the thigh wedged between her legs.
“What will you do, James?” she asked him, tempting him, tempting fate and the dark visions suddenly rushing through her head. “How will you punish me? Will you share me then, to show me my place? To regain your control?”
He stilled. His hands held her wrists to the mattress as he stared down at her, his savage expression only barely discernable. He was breathing hard and fast now, fighting to regain the upper hand, and now she knew how to make him lose it.
“Can you bear it, James?” she asked him softly. “Will you join in, or merely watch as another man takes me, making me scream as you do, f**king me like you do…”
Before she could anticipate him, his control broke. His legs wedged between her thighs and his c**k pushed inside her swollen pu**y in one hard, long stroke. She screamed out at the invasion, at the instant, fiery pleasure.
“Do you know what you’re tempting, Ella?” he groaned as she fought to accept the heavy girth buried in her cunt. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
He wasn’t still. His hips moved, his c**k thrusting in and out of her in long smooth strokes as he fought to hold back. She didn’t want him to hold back. She didn’t want to hold back. Not any longer.
“How will you do it, James? How can you make me accept it? I dare you to try.”
She didn’t expect the consequences of those words. His lips slammed down on hers, slanting across hers as his tongue drove deep into her mouth. At the same time, the thrusts of his c**k inside her vagina increased in strength and power.
Ella cried into the kiss, her tongue tangling with his as she tilted her hips to take him deeper, harder inside her sensitive cunt. She could feel her muscles gripping him, the thickness, the heat of his erection thrusting past the sensitive tissue, stroking nerve endings already enflamed with a lust she had never thought herself capable of.
And with each stroke, each demanding invasion into the core of her body, she was reminded of what caused his loss of control. The thought of her with him and with another. Two cocks, hard and strong, pushing into her over and over again…
Her body tightened, her cunt clamping down on the pistoning power of his c**k as she exploded to the images twisting through her mind, her body. She tried to scream, but her mouth with filled with James. She tried to buck him away from her, to escape the driving pleasure, the knowledge, but her pu**y was filled with James. Filled with him until he groaned hard and deep, powered into her one last brutal thrust before he exploded.
The wash of his hot seed inside her channel triggered another, smaller climax as she whimpered beneath him. Her body shuddered, her womb rippling with the orgasm as the ice that had once encased her heart shattered.
She loved James Wyman. And Ella knew to the farthest depths of her soul, that the love filling her would be her ultimate destruction.
Chapter Eleven
“I’ll be back in three hours.” Ella lay face down on the bed at noon the next day, breathing through the fiery fullness that invaded her anus.
James had taken her again when they woke up. He had been quiet, almost reflective as they showered and ate breakfast. Later they had lain around the pool until after a light lunch that he had prepared himself. They hadn’t talked much, but the silence hadn’t been uncomfortable.
Ella had been wary, though. He wasn’t pushing her, for anything. He was contemplative as though his loss of control the night before bothered him in some way. An hour after lunch he laid out the box that contained a mild anal douche and ordered her to use it. His voice had hardened, sending heat streaking through her pu**y.
“So what am I supposed to do for three hours?” She turned her head, watching him with narrowed eyes.
Preparing her for the anal invasion had left her hot, wet. She wanted him now, before he left.
“Wait on me.” His voice brooked no refusal. “Leave the plug in. I’ve removed the inflator, so you can dress, do what you normally do. Just do it as it eases the muscles there.”
He had inflated it farther than before. Through a tormenting hour of heated touches, burning strokes of his tongue in and out of her pu**y, but never enough to push her over the edge. She was burning with lust now and reluctant to move. The thick intruder buried in her anus stretched the muscles there with fiery precision. He had given her all she could take, yet had assured her that it still had not been fully inflated.
“Oh, that’s fair…” She stopped. The look in his eyes was almost frightening.
She settled back on the bed, watching as his brooding look eased only slightly.
“You pushed last night, Ella. You may think you’ve gotten away with it, but you haven’t. When I get back, I’ll show you just how you haven’t. If you get yourself off, I’ll punish you, Ella. I’ll tie you down to this bed and leave you there for the remainder of the night, and I’ll make sure you know how painful arousal can really be.”
She trembled at the sound of his voice. She had no doubt he would do it, too. If she was restrained, there would be no tempting his control, no pushing his personal limits. He could torment her as long as he liked. He had proved that in the last hour.
He released the restraints that held her, leaving the chains attached to the bed as he moved away from her.
“Wear a dress. Something loose and light. When I get back, we’ll see how much control you have, baby.”
Something about those words had trepidation skittering through her body. She eased up slowly on the bed, feeling her pu**y clench, drench further as the plug bit at her tender anal muscles. She stared up at him silently, watching as his eyes darkened, his body tensing at the sight of her swollen, hard-tipped br**sts, and the arousal that she knew was obvious in her expression.