“Did you think I couldn’t see who you were, Ella? Every time I saw you, you watched me as though you were terrified. Your ni**les would harden, your face would flush, and I knew you wanted me. Me, Ella. And I fought it, fought it just as f**king hard as you did until I walked into that playroom.”
He remembered it clearly. Seeing her strapped down on the cot, unaroused, but trying, as Jase fought to pleasure her. He had seen her small cunt; dry yet looking so soft, so tender, as Jase touched it. Then she had seen him. She had fought Jase, screaming at him, crying, but James had watched her cunt. And within seconds it had glistened, her juices spreading over the delicate lips.
He had left. Turned and stalked from the room because he couldn’t stand to see her lying there, crying brokenly as she cursed her husband. Jase had given up. He hadn’t loved her, and James knew it. What he needed sexually drove him, until he began to bring other women to his bed as his wife moved to the solitary comfort of a downstairs bedroom.
Never in my home. Never again, she had said earlier. He had seen the humiliation flash in her gaze. Jase had brought other women to her home, had taken them to his bed, destroying the pride that was so much a part of her.
“I want you to leave.” Her voice quivered as she crossed her arms beneath her br**sts, refusing to look at him. “I want you to leave now.”
James snorted. “Do you enjoy wasting your breath, Ella? You don’t want me to leave. You’re just too f**king scared for me to stay.”
“No.” She shook her head desperately.
“Yes,” he all but snarled. “Prove it then. Stand up, Ella, and drop those pants. Let me sink my fingers into that tight cunt and see if you’re still wet and ready for me, because I bet you are. I bet you would come again, Ella…”
“Stop it.” She jerked to her feet, her voice raspy, hoarse. “You’re younger…”
“I’ll f**k you harder than any man your own age could ever hope to.” He stood in front of her, staring down at her furiously. “Better yet, Ella, I’ll f**k you like you need it. I’ll make all those nasty little fantasies of yours reality, and then I’ll teach you some you could have never imagined.”
“I won’t listen to this,” she raged heatedly. “I let you come into my house as a guest…”
“And I’ll come in your pu**y as your lover,” he bit out, breaking over her outraged declaration. “Your pu**y, your mouth, your ass. Wherever I can get my c**k in, Ella, I’ll f**k you until I can fill every inch of your body with my cum.”
She collapsed back in the chair. He could see her trembling, fighting herself as well as him.
“But we both know it’s not that easy, don’t we, baby?” He stooped in front of her, his hands going to the button of her pants. “We both know that what I want will be more intense, and a hell of a lot more serious than anything Jase ever asked of you, and that’s what’s scaring the hell out of you.”
“James.” Her hand covered his as her voice broke. “Don’t do this to me, please.”
“Don’t do what, Ella?” he asked her, tenderness—fuck, love—welling inside him so deep, so strong it nearly strangled him. “Don’t give you what you need? Don’t satisfy your fantasies, your desires? Don’t show you how damned good it’s going to hurt when my c**k pushes inside your tight pu**y? Sorry, baby, but I think I just reached the end of my control. I won’t let you run anymore.”
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Ella watched James, seeing the determination in his eyes, the lust that flushed his face, tightened his features, and she couldn’t find the words to fight him. She trembled before him instead, her body still weak, still vibrating in longing after the climax he had given her earlier. She needed more. Her thighs trembled, her cunt gushing her juices as she tried to find a way to make him leave.
She could make him. She could call the police and he wouldn’t stop her. She could have him thrown out. She could scream if she could find the breath after that kiss. But she knew she couldn’t bear to see him dragged away. Couldn’t bear the humiliation she knew he would face. But she couldn’t give in to him either. She wouldn’t give in to him. At least, not entirely.
“Just us,” she finally whispered, trembling. “Just sex.”
His whole body tightened. She had expected him to finish removing her pants, to give her what she needed. She didn’t expect him to draw away from her.
“I take control,” he said broodingly. “Whatever I want to give you, Ella, however I want to give it.”
“My terms,” she bit out desperately, then watched in horror as he shook his head slowly.
“No, Ella. My terms as my woman. Your choice.”
Chapter Six
My terms as my woman. Your choice. The words resounded in her head that night and all the next day. James was the head corporate lawyer for Delacourte Electronics, and with the growth of Jase’s business, she knew he often put in long hours working, both in the office and at home, she guessed. That left the house silent and lonely that next day.
She wandered through the rooms, tired from the restlessness of her sleep the night before, and torn between her desires and his. She remembered clearly Jase’s demented sexual games. Not that any of them made sense to her at the time. What was the purpose in tying a woman down? Unless your fantasy was rape, which he always swore wasn’t true. She hadn’t had a clue until James walked into that damned room and stared with flaring lust at her naked, bound body.
Ella remembered, clearly, her own agonizing humiliation. Spread open while her husband touched her, as she fought to find arousal in the game he wanted to play. But there had been none. Nothing until James’ eyes had centered on her thighs, spearing past her boredom with an instant, flaring heat. She had creamed herself in seconds, and the terror that Jase, or even James would realize it, had nearly destroyed her.
She sighed morosely as she walked out to the back porch and threw herself into one of the padded loungers there. The late afternoon sun was passing over, but beneath the cool shelter of the low trees and thick vines that wrapped around the porch, Ella was spared the blinding heat. The outer heat. Her inner heat was killing her.
She had finally given up on changing panties. After the second pair, she had thrown her hands up in disgust and stopped. After ten years of no sexual activity, of fighting her desires and her needs, her body was evidently taking over. It wouldn’t stop producing the hot, slick fluid that would ease James’ entrance into her tight pu**y. And it was tight. She shuddered in longing. Tight and greedy, anxious to feel James’ thick, hard c**k sliding into it.