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pushed into the tight entrance once again.

A cry strangled in Ella’s throat.

“Easy, darlin’.” His voice was a rough croon as his fingers began to gently scissor

inside her anus, stretching her slowly as he slurped at the juices running from her

heated cunt.

The bite of pain was intoxicating, addicting. Pleasure swelled inside her as he

stretched her, licked her, his other hand moving up her body until it tucked beneath her

breast, his fingers plucking at her nipple. She was shaking, suspended between lust and

that sharp bite of pain, and terrified he would stop.

He prepared her slowly. The pleasure became a tormenting surge of sensations as

his fingers prepared her anus gently. There was no impatience, as Jase had often shown,

no irritation that it took so long to prepare her. Beneath his unhurried caresses she

eased, relaxed, until he was working three long fingers in and out of the back passage

as her strangled moans echoed around the room.

“Yes, baby,” he crooned into the dripping folds of her pussy. “So sweet and tight,

Ella.”

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She moaned in protest as his fingers pulled free, then moaned again in rising

pleasure as his tongue began circling her clit. She was unaware of his hands for long

moments, unaware that more was coming. Her dazed senses only knew his hard

breaths between her thighs, his stroking tongue…

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“James…” She wailed his name as the head of the butt plug seared her anus as he

pushed it into the tight entrance.

She fought the restraints, pressed harder into his licking tongue and nearly came to

the smooth, stroking movements as fire lanced through her rectum. Thickly lubricated,

the plug invaded her slowly, stretching her, burning her, bringing her so close to

orgasm she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out for it.

“James, please.” She couldn’t stop the strangled plea tearing from her throat as the

anal plug lodged inside her anus, her muscles clenching on it, her pussy shuddering in

reaction to the pleasure/pain.

He moved then, despite her protesting cry, pulling himself from beneath her thighs

and kneeling behind her. Her hips arched to him, her body desperate, mindless. His

hand landed on the upturned cheek of her ass in a surprisingly sharp blow.

Ella stilled. At first, shock arced through her body, then an excitement that had her

stilling in fear. She didn’t like it, she assured herself. It was depraved, perverted. She

wouldn’t like it.

“From now on, if you need to get off, Ella, you come to me. No more vibrators

unless I insert them. Do you understand me?”

“James…” She shook her head, needing to protest, yet unable to.

His hand landed on the opposite cheek of her ass. She flinched, her body

shuddering at the heat. She wouldn’t like this, she promised herself, though her pussy

convulsed in nearing orgasm.

Then she felt the plug, seated so snugly in her rear, begin to swell. Slowly stretching

her, burning her as his fingers went to her dripping vagina. One slid slowly inside her,

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caressing the thin muscle that separated her vagina from her anus. She could feel the

enlargement of the plug as he caressed her there. The steady growth, the burning pain,

the striking pleasure that shot through her body like flares of lightning.

“The plug enlarges, Ella, to eight and a half inches and several inches around.

Almost as thick, almost as long, as my cock.” She was struggling for breath when the

swelling stopped. “Seven inches is all you can take now. When you can take it all, Ella,

then I’ll fuck you there.”

Ella writhed against the blankets, fighting to accept the thickness of the device that

stretched her anus. She could feel the heat steaming from her pussy, the sensitivity of

her body, the agonizing need that was as much pain as it was pleasure.

“Here, baby.” He was beside her then. Ella opened her eyes, staring up at him as he

helped her to lever herself up as far as the chains he had loosened would allow.

She trembled, knowing what he wanted, more than eager to give it to him. She

licked her lips slowly then allowed his cock to push slowly between them. He was thick

and hard, so hot and demanding she moaned in exquisite anticipation as she closed her

lips tightly around him and suckled slowly at his flesh. He burrowed in, sliding over

her tongue until he was almost gagging her, poised at the entrance to her throat.

He stopped, breathing roughly as his hand wrapped around the flesh where her

lips were closed around it. Then his hips began to move. She heard his groan as her

tongue licked at him, her mouth sucking him as he began to fuck her with smooth,

powerful strokes. She was restrained, at his mercy, a receptacle for whatever he

commanded. She was helpless. She was insane with lust.

She suckled his cock with moist, noisy appreciation. There was no shame in the

sounds she made, no trepidation that he would give her more than she could take. At

least, not in this instance. There was only the hot male taste of him. Only the need to

make him as crazy to come as she was.

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“Damn, even your mouth is tight,” he groaned as he fucked her slowly. “Hot and

tight, Ella. But your pussy’s going to be hotter, tighter. Like fucking a virgin with that

butt plug filling your ass, tightening your cunt.”

She trembled as his wicked words washed over her, but she suckled his cock like a

woman starved for a man. She licked beneath the head, slurped at it, starved for the

taste of his seed. The shaft throbbed, pulsed, but he held onto his control as she slowly

lost hers.

“Enough,” he growled long moments later as he pulled back from her.

Ella moaned in protest, struggling against the restraints, as she tried to follow the

burgeoning erection. His hand landed on the curve of her ass again. A warning slap

that only made her pussy vibrate with increased need.

“I’ve got to fuck you, Ella. I’ll strangle you if I try to take my pleasure in your

mouth now.”

Ella stilled. Her breath rasped from her throat, fear suddenly trembling through her

with almost the same force as her lust did. His cock was large, thick. The plug in her

anus had tightened her vagina, and it had been more than a decade since anything

larger than her small vibrator had invaded the channel. He would kill her with his

cock…

“Not like this, I want to watch you take me, Ella.” She was too weak to fight him as

he released the restraints on her ankles and her wrists.

He turned her over on her back, then replaced them carefully. Ella stared up at him,

unable to protest, unable to fight him. She ached in ways she could have never

imagined. Her pussy felt as though it was boiling with heat, and the fullness in her anus

only called attention to the emptiness of her vagina.

He leaned over her, his expression so gentle, so filled with approval that her heart

clenched. When his lips covered hers, her womb flexed with melting desire. His kiss

was hot, heated, tasting of her intimate juices and his male need. She moaned into his

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lips, wishing she could hold him to her, touch him, as she felt his cock nudge against

the sensitive opening of her vagina.

“Ella,” he groaned her name, his hand touching her damp hair, the other holding

her hip as the head of his cock invaded her tight opening.

“Oh God! James!” Her head tossed as he began to push slowly inside.

“Easy, Ella. It’s okay, baby. You can take me.” She struggled against the restraints,

crying out as he separated the sensitive muscles, powering through the drenched, fisted

grip of her pussy.

She bucked beneath him, barely aware of her sharp cries of pleasure…or were they

of pain? Her movements drove him deeper inside her. Deeper. Deeper. Her hips arched

to him as he slid into the hilt, the pulse and throb of the heavy veins beneath his hard

flesh echoing through her body.

“Damn you, Ella,” he cursed her, his voice rough as he fought for control. “You’re

so fucking tight I could come now. Look what you’ve denied us all these years. All

these years, Ella, you stole this from us.”

She screamed then. She had sworn she would never scream for him. But when he

began the hard driving rhythm inside her tight clasp, the pleasure/pain that tore

through her body pushed the desperate scream from her throat. She was bound to the

bed, unable to fight the sensations, helpless against the rocking strokes that tore past

her muscles, made her accept her own desires, the pain and the pleasure and the need

for more.

Too many years longing. Too many nights dreaming. On the third stroke Ella

exploded. The orgasm that tore through her body had her tightening further, screaming

out his name, her body shaking, tensing, convulsing as she fought the strength of her

release. But she couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t escape the hard, quickening strokes of his

cock as he fucked her through the cataclysm, then a last desperate lunge as his seed

jetted hot and harsh inside her convulsing pussy.

“Ella.” He cried out her name as his lips buried at her neck.

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She felt his release spurting inside her, her own rushing through her quaking

vagina as her soul rocked with the pleasure, and she knew the emotions she had fought

for so many years.

Her vision dimmed as she lost her breath with the last wave of intense sensation.

Tears fell from her eyes, and as she collapsed back on the bed, she knew in her soul she

would never be the same again.

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“Hey, Ella, you missed dinner. Are you in there?” Ella jerked awake at the sound of

her friend’s voice that evening, her shocked eyes going to the bedside clock. Damn, she

had forgotten about Charlie having the key to the house, and her habit of just coming in

as she pleased.

It was dark, a little after ten, and James was still in the bed with her. Even worse,

his half erect cock was still buried in her pussy where it had been after her last climax.

She moved to jerk away, but his arm around her hips stopped her, and her heart

raced as his cock began to harden inside her.

“In a minute, Charlie,” she called out, pushing at his arm. “I fell asleep. I’m sorry.

I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Well, hurry,” Charlie called back. “It’s getting late and I need to head home.”

The sound of the other woman’s footsteps fading away from the bedroom door

eased her harsh breathing until she felt James thrust inside the tight grip of her vagina

as his throttled groan sounded at her ear.

“I have to get up,” she whispered, pulling at his arm, wanting nothing better than

to push back against him, to scream out in the pleasure again.

“Damn,” he muttered, though there was no anger in his tone, only regret.

Ella bit her lip as the hot length of flesh eased from her and he rolled lazily to his

back as he reached over and flipped on the light at his side of the bed. She looked back

at him as she wrapped the blanket around her and rose to her feet. He was naked and

unashamed of it. His long fingers scratched at his chest as he smothered a drowsy

yawn. His erection lay against his lower stomach, glistening with her juices and his

earlier release. He looked sexy as hell.

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Ella shook her head before he could tempt her any further, grabbed her robe and

rushed to the bathroom. It took longer than she would have liked to clean the evidence

of their spent passion from her body. Thankfully, James had removed the butt plug

earlier, though her vagina, and her tender back entrance were still a little sensitive.

Ten minutes later, she left the bathroom, covered in her long gown and robe. James

still lay on the bed, watching her through narrowed eyes.

“She doesn’t know you’re here,” she whispered.

His eyes narrowed further. “Who does know?”

She licked her lips nervously. “Just Tess and Cole.”

“I see.” His tone of voice suggested he might see more than she was actually saying.

“So you want me to stay put?”

She shrugged. Hell yes, she did. Her friends rarely kept secrets. What Charlie knew,

Terrie would know, and Marey would know and Tamera. She winced at the thought.

She especially didn’t want Tamera to know.

“Fine.” He shrugged, though she didn’t trust his tone of voice. “Go visit your

friend. I’ll be here when you’re done.”