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was mild, but as the length and thickness increased, the steady, building fire began to

shoot through her body.

She tensed, but Cole didn’t ease up. She cried out as it grew brighter, then began

begging as pain bloomed in her anus. But she wasn’t begging him to stop.

“It hurts,” she screamed out. “Oh God, Cole. Cole please—”

He didn’t relent, instead, the fingers of his other hand moved to her pulsing cunt.

There, they stroked and petted her clit until she was thrusting, pushing into his hand,

crying out as the movement pushed the plug deeper into her ass.

She could feel her muscles stretching, protesting but eventually giving way to the

thick intruder invading it. She bucked against her ropes, rearing back, writhing under

the lash of burning pain, and equally burning pleasure.

“Damn you!” Her voice was hoarse, enraged from the building kaleidoscope of

sensations rushing through her body.

The fiery heat of the invasion, the slow steady buildup of pain, the resulting

agonizing pleasure so overwhelmed her senses that she felt dazed with it, awash in a

darkly sensual reality where nothing existed except the slow, steady invasion of her ass,

and the soft, too light caresses to her throbbing clit.

Long minutes later she jerked harshly as the last inch of the plug passed the tight

anal ring, leaving seven inches of hard thick dildo lodged inside her. She squirmed,

fighting to accustom herself to the sensation. Cole chose that moment to land his hand

heavily on her ass again. Tess screamed, her muscles tightening around the plug,

inflicting a disastrous form of ecstasy.

“Now, Tess,” Cole growled. “Now, I get to eat that pretty pussy.”

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Tess’s cries were echoing in his head, throbbing in his cock. Cole couldn’t

remember a time he had been so turned on, so hot and ready to fuck. He wanted to

plunge his cock as deep, as hard up her tight cunt as he could. He wanted to slam it

inside her, master her with the brutality of a fucking so lustful that she would find it

impossible to leave the only man who could give it to her.

But he knew, the longer he could keep her hanging on the edge of the sensations

ripping through her, the more she would crave it later. He was a slave to the need to be

the one who pleasured her.

The piercing of her ass with that plug had been the most erotic, satisfying thing he

had done in his life. He wondered if she was even aware of how loud she had begged

for more. How many times she had pleaded with him to push it hard inside her, to take

her. He doubted it. Submissives rarely remembered that first time, those first long

minutes that the plug, or a hot, thick cock invaded their ass.

It was the pain and pleasure combined. The needs, so shocking, so consuming that

they dazed the mind to the point that the submissive rarely remembered begging for it.

“Fuck me,” Tess still begged, her voice was thick and desperate as her cunt leaked

the honeyed cream of her need. And he would fuck her. Soon.

He lifted a small, oblong metal device from the tray. It was attached to a long cord

with a control box at the end. A silver bullet it was called. So tiny it appeared harmless,

but the effects of its internal vibrations would send Tess into such a haze of rapture that

she would never forget it.

He inserted the three-inch long device into her cunt. His cock clenched at the closed

fist tightness he encountered as he pressed it past the fullness of the plug lodged in her

ass and moved it to the back of her cunt. He positioned the little device for maximum

vibration against her G-spot then withdrew. He set the control on low, a gentle, stroking

vibration that nonetheless caused her to flinch. Then he set about feeding himself from

her cunt.

He lapped at her pussy, just as he had once promised her he would. Gentle strokes

into her vagina with his tongue that had her bucking against his mouth, begging for

more. Her body was sheened with sweat, her breathing harsh, her cries desperate as he

tongued her, stroked her. And she tasted so damned good he couldn’t help himself but

to thrust his tongue as deep inside her as he could go, and draw more of her into his

mouth.

Cole was on fire for her. He knew his control was slipping, something that never

happened, something he had never had to fight to keep before. But he had to prepare

her, he couldn’t allow himself to unwittingly hurt her. Tess was everything to him. His

heart, his soul, the happiness he had always believed he would never find. She teetered

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between erotic pain and the pain that could irrevocably damage her sexuality forever. If

he wasn’t careful, extremely careful, then he would destroy both of them. Because Cole

knew he couldn’t go much longer without her.

So he tamped down his own lusts, stroked her gently, gauged her need and

advanced the speed of the vibrator accordingly. She was bucking in his hands now,

nearing that point of no return. Reluctantly, he moved back from her dripping vagina,

licked back, circled her clit with his tongue. Then he turned, laying on his back,

positioning himself to suck the swollen, engorged bud into his mouth as he edged the

speed of the vibrator higher.

She exploded, her body tensed. Her scream was strangled, breathless as her body

bowed, jerked, then began a repeated shudder that signaled the beginning of her

orgasm. He tightened his lips on her clit, flicked it with his tongue and held her hips

with easy strength when the hot, volcanic rush of her release began to rush through her

body.

* * * * *

Tess was dying. She knew she was dying and she eagerly embraced the exquisite

rush of painful pleasure that threw her over the brink. Her body was jerking

uncontrollably, her orgasm filling her body, pumping through her blood, spasming her

uterus as it tore through her. She could feel the hard vibration inside her, Cole’s lips at

her clit, blending into a raging storm she knew she wouldn’t survive. Hard shudders

rushed over her, pleasure, unlike anything she could have conceived tore her apart.

And in a distant part of her mind, she wondered if she would ever be the same again. If

she survived it.

She screamed against the torrent, but couldn’t fight it. She could feel her fluids

gushing through her pussy as it spasmed, and Cole’s mouth moving to catch them with

a hard, male groan. His tongue speared inside her tortured cunt, triggering another

hard shudder, another gush of fluids until finally, she collapsed mindlessly against her

ropes, dazed, stripped of strength.

Small tremors still assaulted her boneless body. The never-ending pulse of her

climax didn’t go away easily. She could hear Cole, a hard, brutal male groan echoing

through the room as his body jerked against her. Had he come? Had he been inside her

and she didn’t know it? It didn’t matter. She was drifting on a haze of pleasure so weak,

so astounding that she couldn’t think, and didn’t want to.

“Tess?” Cole’s voice was tender, warm as he moved behind her. “Are you okay,

baby?”

She felt the ropes loosening, his hands calloused and gentle on her skin as he untied

her, helped her to stretch out on the bed. She lay boneless, so satiated she could barely

move. She was aware of Cole moving along the bed beside her, turning her over to her

back, his expression, when she looked up at him, was concerned, gentle.

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“Sleepy,” she whispered. And she was. So tired, so emotionally and physically

drained she could barely stay awake.

“Sleep, Tess.” He kissed her cheek gently. “Rest, baby. We start again tomorrow.”

* * * * *

Cole lay down beside her, drawing the quilt over them, ignoring the pulse of his

still throbbing cock. He had climaxed with Tess, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be

buried inside her, feeling her, tight and hot, enclosing him with her satin heat.

And he knew the fight wasn’t finished. Accepting the pain-filled pleasure would be

the easy part for Tess. Submitting to him would be the hard part. Giving in to him, no

matter what he asked of her, no matter what he demanded for her sexual pleasure,

would be the fight. One he looked forward to. He knew Tess better than she knew

herself. He knew from her father’s admission of the books her mother had found, what

turned her on. It wasn’t the pain, it was the domination, the submission into the sexual

extremes that she craved. She wanted to fight. She wanted to be vanquished, and he

wanted to give it to her.

He pulled her against him, luxuriating in the warmth of her body, her very

presence. He had dreamed of this for two years. He knew the moment he met Tess that

she held a part of him that no other woman ever could. The thought of it had tormented

him, racked him with lust. In the past months, it had grown worse. He lived and

breathed daily with the need for her. It was like a fever burning his loins that he

couldn’t escape.

And now he had her. By Valentine’s night, her final lesson, her final erotic dream

fulfilled, she would know who mastered her body and her heart.

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Tess was sore. Her entire body throbbed, protesting her wakefulness. The muscles

of her legs were stiff and burning, her arms and even her breasts were sore.

“Open your eyes, Tess. We have to remove the plug and you need a hot bath.”

Cole’s voice was firm, brooking no refusal.

Her eyes snapped open, her head turning to him, her eyes focusing on the savage

features of his face.

“You left that thing in me?” she bit out incredulously.

He arched a single brow.

“Your ass was tight, Tess. It needs to accustom itself to stretching before you’ll ever

be able to take my cock there.”

Her heart slammed into her ribs.

“Go to the bathroom, then come back here. If you try to remove it yourself, I’ll tie

you back down and leave you there the rest of the day.”

He meant it. She saw his determination in the hard lines of his face.

“Take it out first,” she said instead.

He shook his head. “Do as I say, Tess. I have a reason for my demands, baby.”

Tess frowned, but she knew she did not want to experience the torture of being tied

down and frothing with need. And she knew he would make her froth. He would

torture her, then leave her to suffer in her arousal. She wasn’t ready to take that chance

yet, not after last night.

So she rose from the bed, walking gingerly to the bathroom. After relieving her

most pressing need, she brushed her teeth and washed her face then returned to the

bedroom. Her stomach rolled with nerves, wondering how Cole planned to continue

the sensual torture he had started last night.

“On your knees.” He nodded to the bed, standing beside it, naked and sporting an

erection that resembled a weapon.

His cock was the largest she had ever seen, nearly as thick as her wrist, with a

bulging, flared head that made her mouth water at the sight.

Tess went to the bed, assuming the position she knew he wanted. She trembled as

his hand caressed the cheeks of her rear. His fingers ran down the crease of her ass until

he gripped the plug, pulling it slowly, gently, free of her bottom.

“Stay still,” he ordered her before she could move. “Under your cabinet are some

personal supplies I bought for you. From now on you will use them whenever I tell you

to do so. Understood?”

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“Yes,” she whispered, feeling her cunt burn, moisten as he ran his hands over her

ass.

“I’m not going to fuck you now because to be honest, I don’t think I can keep my

cock out of your ass. But I need relief, baby.”

He moved around the bed then, turning her as he faced her, his cock aiming at her

mouth. Tess licked her lips. She opened them as the purpled head nudged against them.

She heard his hard groan as she closed her lips around his cock, taking him, opening

her throat to take that last inch possible.

One of his hands gripped his cock, to assure he didn’t give her more than she could

take, the other twisted in her hair. The sharp bite of pain had her mouth tightening

around his cock, her throat working on the head as he cried out in pleasure. He wasn’t

willing to prolong his own pleasure this morning though. His thrust in and out of her

mouth with deep, hard strokes, holding her still as he groaned repeatedly at the

pleasure she was bringing him. Then, she felt his cock jerk, throb, and the pulse of his