edges of her dress together, fighting just to breathe as each
article of clothing was dropped to the floor, until he wore nothing but his own brazen
sexuality.
Dear God. He was naked. All dark, sleek skin and toned muscle. Especially the
bulging length of his cock. It was thick and hard, the head flared and appearing
bruised, it was so engorged with blood. She couldn’t take her eyes from it, couldn’t stop
the whimper that escaped her lips.
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“First lesson,” he growled dominantly, his voice brooking no refusal. “Take your
dress off and lay down on the bed.”
“Are you insane?” She repeated her earlier question.
“Most likely,” he bit out, his hand going to the engorged flesh rising between his
thighs. She watched, mesmerized, as his fingers stroked the hard cock. “So it might be
best to placate me.”
She licked her lips. “What are you going to do?”
He walked over to the dresser and picked up the articles she hadn’t seen until then,
in one hand. He must have placed them there before coming to her on the back porch.
The first looked like a slender cock, the middle thinner than the flared head, with a
hose and bulb leading from the base. With it was a small tube of gel lubrication. In the
other hand, he picked up the leather wrist and ankle restraints. Her eyes widened.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, eventually,” he told her softly. “While I’m fucking your
sweet mouth and your tight little pussy, I’m going to be preparing your ass to take me.
The inflatable plug will take care of that. “
Inflatable? How much did it inflate? It already looked too damned big to her.
“James, please.” She shook her head, reduced to pleading. “Don’t do this to me. I
don’t think I can bear it.” Physically she was dying for it, emotionally, she was terrified.
“We’ll start out easy.” He wasn’t asking her, he was demanding. “Undress and lie
on the bed.”
“Why?” She couldn’t take her eyes off the restraints. “Why do you have to tie me
down?”
He laid everything at the bottom of the bed. “It’s all about control.” He eased the
straps of her sundress from her shoulders. “The one losing it, the one possessing it. My
pleasure, Ella, comes from yours. But you think you have to control that pleasure. Fight
it. I want you restrained, unable to run from me, unable to fight what I need to give
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you. I want you to lose that control that keeps you locked inside your own fears.” She
trembled as the material of her dress skimmed her swollen breasts.
“I don’t like it,” she whispered, almost groaning as his lips feathered her shoulder.
“If your pussy doesn’t get wet and hot for me, if your body doesn’t scream out for
more, then I’ll stop. I’ll know if it’s not right for you.” The dress fell to the bed behind
her. “Now, lie down for me, on your stomach first.”
Ella licked her lips. God she wanted him. She had controlled it with Jase, no matter
the fantasies of James that had tormented her. Surely she could control her heart, if
nothing else.
Shaken, weakened by her own desires, her own fantasies, she did as he ordered.
“Have you ever been taken anally, Ella?” he asked her then. “Not a plug, but by
Jase, or anyone else?”
She shook her head, careful to keep her face buried in the blankets of the bed. He
attached the leather restraints to her legs first, the small links of the chains rattling as he
secured them to the short bedposts. He moved then to her wrists. His hands were
gentle, caressing, the leather cool as he secured it above each hand before securing the
chains to the headboard.
She was spread out. Though there was some slack in the chains, she wouldn’t be
able to go far if she did move. She shuddered, dragging in air with a sense of
desperation as her arousal intensified. Never with Jase had she felt the trepidation and
searing desire that she did