“Can’t what, baby?” he asked her gently, his fingers hooking in the elastic, pulling her panties down, away from her weak grip. “Can’t lay back and feel good for me? Can’t see if what we’ve waited for all these years isn’t as good as our imaginations? Why can’t you do that?”
He was hypnotizing her, she thought desperately. Stealing her will with the sound of his deep, rough voice. Making her crazy for him with that dark, hooded look.
She trembled as he removed the scrap of silk then spread her legs wider. All the while he watched her from the side of the lounger, his chest moving hard and fast, as he seemed to fight for breath himself, his eyes darkening lustfully.
“Damn, Ella, you’re prettier than I ever imagined.” His hand moved up her thigh until his fingers grazed the desperate heat and thick juices that coated her cunt. The proof of her weakness. The proof that she was just as depraved, just as perverted as Jase had been, because she knew, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt exactly what James wanted from her.
“I can’t.” She jerked from him, moving before he could stop her, stumbling from the lounger then rushing desperately away from him. Away from her own needs.
Chapter Seven
Jumping to her feet, she rushed to her bedroom, fighting her tears, her fears. James’ voice was dark, angry behind her, spurring her forward, making her heart beat in dread. If he touched her again, asked her again, she wouldn’t be able to refuse him. He was her weakness. He was her sin.
She slammed the door behind her, then fought to drag the suitcase from her closet. She couldn’t stand it. If he wouldn’t leave, then she would. He could have the f**king house. Do whatever the hell he wanted. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She ignored her dress as it flared away from the front of her body, ignored her nakedness beneath it. She had to leave, had to get away from him.
Bent over, her mind centered on pulling the damned case from the small utility closet, she was unaware that James had followed her until he burst into the bedroom, gripped her hips and tossed her on the bed.
“Damn you,” she screeched as she came to her knees, clutching the sides of her dress. Her eyes widened as she watched him undress. Slowly. Watching her with narrowed, intent eyes.
The air in the bedroom heated, thinned, until she had to fight for breath. She sat on her knees, gripping the 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.
“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 f**k your ass, eventually,” he told her softly. “While I’m f**king your sweet mouth and your tight little pu**y, 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 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 br**sts.
“I don’t like it,” she whispered, almost groaning as his lips feathered her shoulder.
“If your pu**y 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.