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sperm filling her mouth as he cried out his release.

Cole was breathing hard when he pulled back from her, his cock was still engorged,

still ready for her, but he did nothing more.

“Go bathe, Tess, before I do something neither of us is ready for. Come down to

breakfast when you’re finished.”

Tess stood up, watching him fight for control.

“Is Father home?” she asked

“Not yet.” He shook his head. “He’ll be back the night before the party. You’re

mine until then, Tess. Can you handle it?”

Her eyes narrowed at his tone of voice, the suggestion that she couldn’t.

“I can handle you any day of the week.” Damn her mouth, she groaned as the

words poured from her lips.

His lips quirked. They both knew better.

“We’ll see.” He nodded. “Go bathe. I’ll lay out what I want you to wear this

morning. The servants have been given the rest of the week off as well, so there’s just

you and me for a while.”

Tess bit her lip. She wasn’t certain if that was a good thing or not.

“Go.” He indicated the bathroom door. “Come downstairs when you’re ready.”

* * * * *

An hour later Tess walked down the spiraling stairs, barefoot and wearing more

clothes than she thought he would lay out for her but decidedly less than she wanted to

wear. The long, silk negligee made her feel sexy, feminine. It covered her breasts but

was cut low enough that if he wanted them out, he would have no problems. There

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were no panties included, but the black silk shielded that fact. She would have been

uncomfortable in something he could have seen right through.

His note had stated that he would await her in the kitchen, and there he was.

Dressed in sweat pants and nothing else, his thick black hair still damp, looking sexier

than any man had a right to look. And he was smiling at her. Even his eyes were filled

with a lazy, comfortable expression as he set two plates of eggs, bacon and toast beside

full coffee cups.

“Breakfast is ready, you’re right on time.” He pulled her chair out, indicating that

she should sit.

Tess took her seat gingerly, the soreness of her muscles was much better, but her

thighs and rear were still tender.

“Sore?” He brushed a kiss over her bare shoulder, causing her to jerk in startled

reaction.

She turned her head, looking up at him as he straightened and moved to his own

chair.

“A little.” She cleared her throat.

“It will get easier,” he promised. “Now eat. We’ll talk later, after you’ve been fed.”

Breakfast, despite her initial misgivings, was filled with laughter. Cole was

comfortable and his easy humor began to show. His dry wit kept her chuckling and the

wicked sparkle in his eyes kept her body sizzling, kept her anticipating later, praying he

would fuck her. The longer he waited, the hotter she got. She didn’t know if she would

survive it much longer.

Finally, after the dishes were finished, he drew her through the house into the

comfortable living room. A fire crackled in the corner of the room where a large, thick

pillow mattress had been laid.

“Sit down, we need to talk.” He drew her down on the mattress, then onto her back

as he lay beside her.

“Look, I don’t much feel like talking,” she finally said in frustration. “Let’s just cut

to the chase here, Cole. There are things I evidently like, that you enjoy doing. I don’t

want to talk about them. Just do them.”

She stared up at him, narrowing her eyes, warning him that she too had her limits.

He propped his head on his hand, regarding her with a curious expression.

“I expected more of a fight,” he said, a vague question in his voice.

Tess sighed, sitting up staring into the fire as she ran the fingers of one hand

through her hair.

“How extreme do you intend to get?” she finally asked him, glancing at him as he

still reclined beside her.

He reached over, his fingers trailing down her hair. “How extreme do you want me

to get, Tess?” he asked instead. “I can give you whatever you want, anything you want.

But I have my own needs, and they will have to be satisfied as well.”

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“Such as?” she asked him, keeping her voice low, stilling the tremor that threatened

to shake it.

“I like the toys, Tess. I like using them, and I’m dying to use them on you. I like

spanking you. I like watching your pretty pussy and the rounded cheeks of your ass

turning red. I like hearing you scream because you don’t know if it hurts or if it’s the

pleasure killing you. I want to see your eyes filled with dazed pleasure as I push your

limits.” He laid it out for her pretty well, she thought with an edge of silent mockery,

and still didn’t answer a damned thing.

“How far will you go?” she asked him.

“How far will you let me go?” he countered her.

Tess had a feeling she would have few limits, but she wasn’t willing to tell him that.

“You evidently have plans. I’d like to know what they are.”

Cole sighed. “Some things are better left up to the pleasure of the moment. Let’s

wait and see what happens.”

Tess licked her lips in nervousness. Evidently her father had told him about the

debacle with the books her mother had found. He wouldn’t have known about them

otherwise. She took a deep, hard breath.

“Does it concern other men?” she finally asked.

His eyes lit up in arousal. Tess lowered her head to her knees. God, she didn’t know

if she could.

“You want it, Tess.” He moved behind her, sitting up to pull her against him as he

whispered the words in her ear. “You’ve wanted it for a long time, baby, everything I

have planned. Just settle down, and we’ll take it step by step.”

Tess was fighting to control her breathing, her heart rate. She was terrified of him,

and of herself.

“I can’t, if Father found out—”

“Tess, your father knows,” he said gently. “Why do you think your mother

divorced him? She didn’t want sex, let alone what he needed. Your father knew when

those books were found what you needed. Just as he knows what I need.”

Embarrassment coursed through her body. She remembered coming home from

college, her mother raging at her, the humiliation of the accusations she had thrown at

Tess. It was one of the few times her father had put his foot down. Then he had pulled

her into his study and uncomfortably informed her that sexuality was a personal thing,

and none of his or her mother’s business.

“Your sister—?” She left the question hanging.

“Knows what he wants and enjoys it. That’s the key point, Tess. You have to enjoy

it, otherwise, it brings me no pleasure. Your pleasure is most important, Tess. What you

want, what you need.”

His hands were at her abdomen, softly stroking the nervous muscles there. His lips

brushed over her shoulder, her neck.

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“I don’t want a toy, Tess,” he promised her. “Or a woman who doesn’t know her

mind and speak up accordingly. But in the bedroom, that is where I want the woman I

know you are. If you want to fight me, then fight. If you want to submit, then do so. If

you want to be tied down and raped, let me know. All of it, I can give you and enjoy.

But if you ever reach a limit, you have to tell me. If I ever suggest something you don’t

want or can’t handle, then you have to speak up. And after that, unless you ask for it, it

will never be approached again. So be very careful in the pleasures you deny yourself.”

She lifted her head from her knees.

“And when you’re tired of me?” she asked him.

“What if you grow tired of me first?” he asked her then. “It goes both ways, Tess. If

we can’t give the other what they need, then there’s no point in going on. Do you

agree?”

Her hands clenched at her knees. “I agree,” she whispered.

“There are no rules, Tess. But from this point on, no means no. If you don’t want it,

then you say the word. Understand?”

She nodded nervously.

“Each night, I’ll push you further. Each night, you’ll learn something new about

yourself.” His hands moved to her arms, caressing the tight muscles, easing the

nervousness locking them up. “Don’t be frightened of me, Tess. Or of yourself.”

“No other women.” She wanted it clear from the beginning. “I don’t know if I can

even handle another man. But you can have no other women.”

“I don’t want another woman, Tess,” he assured her. “And there will be no other

men, unless it’s something I decide.” His voice hardened. “There is a particular pleasure

in sharing your woman that you may never understand. But not just any man would be

worthy of the privilege, baby, trust me.”

“If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll walk out of this house and I won’t come back,” she

finally breathed roughly. “I’m tired of waiting, Cole.”

She had turned the tables on him then, she moved before he could stop her, turning

and pressing against his shoulders until he lay back on the mattress. He was already

hard, and she was already wet. His cock tented the front of his pants, hiding him from

her. Hooking her hands in the waistband she pulled them down, lifting them over the

thick erection and jerking them from his legs.

“I wondered when you would get tired of waiting,” he said with a smile, though his

gaze was hot, wickedly lustful.

Tess jerked the gown over her head, then moved up his body. She heard his hard

breath when her damp cunt grazed his cock, but she continued on. She wanted his kiss.

She was dying for it.

As her lips touched his, his arms went around her, turning her, flipping her onto

her back as he rose above her. His tongue pierced her mouth, his lips slanting over hers

as he turned the caress into a carnal feast. Tess moaned brokenly, feeling the tenderness,

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the utter warmth of his touch, his body above hers, the easy strength of his muscles as

he kept her close against him.

“My dick is so hard I won’t last five minutes inside you,” he bit out. “Are you on

the pill, or do I need a condom?”

“Pill,” she gasped. She didn’t want anything between them. She wanted to feel him

when he came, feel his seed spurting hard inside her.

“Damn, Tess, I’m almost scared to fuck 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 breasts. 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 cock pulse.

“It might hurt,” he warned her, breathing heavy. “Damn, Tess, I’ve never had a

pussy so tight it burned my finger before.”

She rolled her hips, tormented by the tip of his cock 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 cock 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.

* * * * *

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

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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