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him. Her body tightened further until finally, her pussy began to quake around him as

she cried out, jerking in his arms, her orgasm slamming into her at the same time he lost

control.

Cole heard his howl of ecstasy, her strangled scream of release as he began spurting

inside her. Heat enveloped him, seared him, filled his body and soul as her hold on him

tightened.

“Tess. God, Tess, baby—” He didn’t think the hard flares of pleasure would ever

end. Prayed they never did. They shot up his spine, through his dick, and dissolved the

hard, lonely core to his heart. This woman was his. And before the week was over, he

would prove it to her.

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For Tess, the days continued in a haze of pleasure. Cole was alternately gentle and

masterful, seductive and surprising. He pushed her as he warned he would. He tied her

down and tormented her with his skillful tongue and a variety of sexual toys meant to

both tease and torment. Throughout the day she wore the silky gowns he laid out for

her, and roamed the house with him. They talked and laughed, made love and lust in a

variety of rooms and positions. But more importantly, Tess learned about the man.

The privileged, driven man whose incredible intelligence often hid a man of intense

emotions. She would catch glimpses of it during certain conversations or after a session

of intense, almost brutal lovemaking. His expression would be concerned, loving, as

though despite his needs, his desires, he feared hurting her.

He still made her wear the butt plug for several hours daily. Before it was time to

remove it, he would fuck her slow and easy, his cock sliding forcefully inside the ultra

tight passage of her vagina. The sensation was incredible. Tess would scream for him,

beg, plead for mercy as the streaking pain and pleasure assaulted her body. Her

climaxes tore her body apart with the sensations, leaving her heaving against him, her

juices exploding around his cock and triggering his own climax.

Their time was slowly coming to a close, though. On the sixth day, Tess dressed in

yet another gown. The new one was a Grecian design that fell to her feet, with small

golden silken ropes crossing over the front from her abdomen to beneath her breasts.

She was barefoot again, but she knew that Cole would be as well. He wore clothes easy

to remove. She grinned. For the most part, they went naked through the house anyway.

They went through breakfast quickly. Tess knew Cole had something planned for

the day, but she wasn’t certain what. She learned quickly a bit later, though. As she lay

on the mattress in front of the fire Cole pulled four massively heavy weights from the

corner of the room. He placed one at each corner of the mattress, then gave her that

dark, commanding look that set her blood on fire.

“Last lesson,” he whispered, tying a length of silken rope on the metal rings

wielded to them.

“Take off your gown and lay on your stomach.”

A tremor of arousal shook her body as she pulled the gown from her body. Cole

then buckled a leather band at each ankle and wrist before attaching the ropes to them.

It left her spread, defenseless, with just enough play in the rope for him to place large,

wide pillows beneath her body, levering her several inches above the mattress. Under

her hips he placed yet another, leaving her ass defenseless, open to his gaze.

“Who owns your body?” he whispered, running his finger along the flaming crease

of her cunt as his other hand stroked her buttocks.

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“I do.” Her voice was rough. She was in the right position for punishment; she

didn’t want to waste it.

His hand landed on her ass with stinging force. She flinched, cried out at the flare of

heat in her flesh and deep within her cunt.

“Who owns your body, Tess?” he asked her again.

“Not you,” she cried out. She needed more, again. She wanted him to set her ass to

burning, because she knew what it would do to the rest of her body. Her breasts were

swollen, her nipples hard and hurting.

He slapped her again.

“Who owns your body?”

“Me.” The haze of arousal was dulling reality now. His hand landed again.

“Need any help, Cole?” For a moment, Tess thought she imagined the smooth,

cultured voice coming from the doorway.

She opened her eyes, her head turning, her eyes widening in mortification at the

man leaning casually against the doorframe.

Jesse Wyman was one of the vice presidents at her father’s company, answerable

only to Cole and her father. He was as darkly handsome as Cole was, but more refined,

not as large or savage looking. His green eyes were dark now, filled with lust rather

than calculation, and the bulge in his pants looked more than impressive.

“Cole?” Was this part of his plan, if not, her suddenly dripping pussy may just get

her into trouble.

“Say no and he walks away.” Cole’s voice was hot, suggestive. “Do you remember

the book your mother threw the biggest fit over, Tess?” he whispered hotly. “The

woman was tied down, her ass raised, her cunt, her mouth and her ass at the mercy of

the hero and his best friend? Meet my best friend, baby.”

Tess quivered. She could feel Cole’s hand stroking over her heated bottom, Jesse’s

eyes following the caress. Her heart labored heavily in excitement, the blood

thundering through her veins. She had always wondered what it would feel like.

Wondered if she could handle two men at once.

“Cole—?” She was frightened too. The unfamiliar longings were shuttling through

her body, making her shake in indecision.

“Tess, “ he whispered. “It won’t be the last time I ask it of you. I promise you, baby,

you’ll love it.”

She could hear the excitement in his voice, the arousal as Jesse started into the

room, his hands going to the buttons of his white dress shirt.

“God, you two do this all the time?” she gasped.

“Just sometimes. Just when it’s important, Tess. When we know it’s needed. And

baby, you need it.” His finger dipped into her pussy, pushing through the frothing juice

that dripped from it.

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Tess groaned, pushing back into his finger as Jesse dropped his shirt to the floor.

His chest was muscular and deeply tanned. His green eyes glittering with rising lust.

Tess watched, mesmerized as his hand went to the fastening of his slacks.

“She’s beautiful,” Jesse growled as he kicked his shoes off then disposed of his

slacks and boxers. “Has she been a good girl for you, Cole?” His voice was suggestive,

searing her with the implication that she needed to be punished.

His hands tested the restraints at her wrists, then his fingers feathered over her

cheek. Tess shuddered at the caress.

“Tess usually finds a way to be naughty, don’t you, baby?” Cole’s hand landed on

her bottom in a light smack.

She jerked, whimpering. Dear God, they were both going to punish her, pleasure

her? She felt faint from excitement, her body tingling. She nearly climaxed when Jesse

came to his knees beside her, his erection not as large as Cole’s, but nearly. It was thick,

pulsing, the head throbbing. His hand touched her hair, his eyes locked with hers, and

then Tess understood why Cole had propped pillows beneath her whole body. To raise

her high enough to keep her arms stretched wide, and still in position for any cock

sucking required. Her mouth watered at the thought, then opened in a cry of surprise

when Cole’s hand struck her ass again.

“Naughty Tess.” His voice was filled with amusement.

“Beautiful Tess,” Jesse’s voice was a low growl of pleasure. “Her butt pinkens so

well. Does it stretch as easily?”

“My ass,” Cole grunted. “I haven’t fucked it yet, so you can’t either.”

Jesse grunted but said nothing more. A second later, Tess felt his lips at her

shoulder, his teeth scraping over her skin as his hands reached beneath her on either

side to cup her full, swollen breasts. His fingers gripped her nipples, pinching lightly as

she groaned at the hot little flare of pain. She jerked at the caress, fighting to breathe as

she felt Cole’s hand descend on her ass once again. She was bucking at each blow,

crying out as Jesse alternately soothed and inflamed her nipples, his mouth on her neck,

nibbling, licking at her, keeping her poised on a pinnacle of arousal so sharp it was

agony.

It was then that Tess felt Cole move away from her for a second. When he returned,

his finger, thickly lubricated, began to work its way up her still tight anus. He slid the

first in easily, though her muscles pinched at the entrance. He pulled back slowly, then

two broad fingers were working up the tight channel, spreading her, thrusting lightly

inside as she cried out, begging for more.

Jesse’s fingers tightened on her nipples, then caressed them, tightened again,

caressed again. Cole’s fingers, three now, worked slowly up her small back entrance, his

voice hot and encouraging as she opened to him, her muscles stretching as it sent fire

flaring through her body.

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“I’m going to fuck your ass today, Tess,” he growled. “I’m going to lubricate you

real good, baby, then I’m going to work my cock up your tight ass and listen to you

scream for me. Will you scream for me, baby?”

Scream? She couldn’t breathe. She was gasping for breath as Jesse pulled the

pillows from beneath her body, lying down beside her, his strong arms holding her up

as he pushed his head under her to catch a hard, turgid nipple in his mouth.

There was enough slack to the ropes holding her wrists now that she could partially

prop herself up with her hands. Jesse helped her hold her weight, splayed as she was,

with his hard hands beneath her breasts. But did little for her strength. The strong

suction, strong nips and rasping tongue on her tender nipples were driving her crazy.

Her head tossed as she panted for breath. Cole’s fingers were working further up

her ass now, spilling fire and hot, dark rapture as he slowly stretched her, his fingers

spreading inside her to part the heated passage.

“Jesse is going to fuck your tight pussy for me, Tess,” Cole promised her, his voice

rough from his lust. “After I work my cock up your sweet ass, he’s going to take that

tight cunt. You’ll be stretched and full baby, both of us working you, fucking you.”

His explicit words caused her womb to spasm painfully, her body to bow

involuntarily as she pushed against his fingers.

“Oh yes, baby, you want it, don’t you?” Pleasure filled his voice. “You want to be

taken, filled and fucked like the sweet treasure you are.”

His voice was awed, enraptured, as though it were she giving him a gift, rather

than the other way around. As Cole spoke, Jesse pushed his body beneath hers, sliding

easily in the space the cushions had once taken until she was draped over him, his cock

nestling at the soaked lips of her bare cunt.

“Tess, I wish you could see how beautiful you look,” Cole groaned as he moved

back until Jesse could get into position. “Your sweet cunt is dripping all over his cock,

soaking it. Your ass raised and ready for me. Are you ready for me, baby?”

Tess whimpered. Was she ready? The thought of his cock, so thick and hard

pushing up her ass was at once terrifying and exhilarating.

“I think you’re ready.” She felt him move into position as Jesse reached around,

pulling the cheeks of her ass apart.

“Relax for me, Tess,” Cole groaned. “I promise, it’s gonna be so good.”

She felt the head of his cock begin its entrance inside her. Slowly, easing inside her,

stretching her until she was screaming out at the shocking pain of the entrance. Pain

and pleasure, it seared her, held her immobile as he worked his cock inside her, inch by

inch.

Jesse held her flesh apart, but his lips caressed her face, whispering encouragement,

dark, naughty words that made her need for the sexual pain flare higher, hotter. His

voice was approving, tender.

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“It’s okay, Tess,” he soothed her as she bucked, her eyes tearing from the pain,

though she didn’t want it to stop. She never wanted it to stop. “Don’t fight it, Tess,” he

urged. “Cole’s cock is thick, baby, but not too thick. You can take it.” He pulled her

flesh apart further, easing the shocking pain as Cole continued to tunnel inside her.

“Tess, are you okay, baby?” She could hear the strain in his voice, the hot vibrating

vein of lust and possession, caring and tenderness.

“Please—” she gasped as he halted the slow, gliding entrance.