“What are you talking about?” she bit out.
His hand ceased the lazy stroking of his cock, then moved to her stomach. Her muscles clenched involuntarily at the heat and calloused roughness of his flesh.
“Tonight, I’ll give you a taste of what’s coming,” he promised her. “You’ll learn, Tess, who your master is, slowly. A step at a time. Nothing too hard, baby, I promise.”
Tess shivered. He didn’t sound cruel, but he was determined. His voice was soft, immeasurably gentle, but filled with purpose. He would have her now, and he would have her on his terms.
“This isn’t what I want, Cole,” she said, fighting for breath, for a sense of control.
His hand moved lazily from her stomach, his eyes tracking each move, his fingers trailing between her thighs until one ran through the thick, slick cream that proved her words false. She trembled, biting back a moan of pleasure as the thick length of his finger dipped into her vagina.
“Isn’t it?” he whispered. “I think you’re lying, Tess. You shouldn’t lie to me, baby.”
Before Tess knew what was coming, his hand moved, then the flat of his palm delivered a stinging blow to the bare flesh of her cunt.
Tess jerked at the heat. “You son of a bitch,” she screamed, jerking against her bond, ignoring the lash of pleasure that made her clit swell further. “I’ll kick your ass when I get out of here.”
Cole grinned, then moved from her side to position himself between her spread thighs.
“Let me go, you bastard!” she bit out, fighting to ignore the shameful pleasure and anticipation rising inside her.
“Naughty Tess,” he whispered, his hand smoothing over her cunt, sliding over the moisture that lay thick and heavy on her pu**y lips. “You’re tight, Tess. How long has it been since you had a lover?”
“Kiss my ass!” she cried out, then jerked in surprise as his palm landed on the upper curve of her cunt. She fought the ropes, terrified of the shocking vibrations of pleasure in her clit that radiated from the heat of the blow. “Damn you!”
Her body arched as his finger slid inside her vagina once again. It was a slow stroke, the hard digit separating her muscles, making the flesh tremble in building ecstasy. She fought the need to whimper, to beg at the slow penetration.
“How long, Tess, since you’ve had a lover?” he asked her again.
Tess realized she was panting now, primed, ready to climax. God, if he would just let her get off.
“I hate you,” she growled.
His finger stopped. Halfway inside her, her muscles clenching desperately in need, and he stopped.
“You aren’t being nice, Tess,” he whispered. “I could leave you tied here, hot and hurting for relief, or I could give you what you need, eventually. Now, answer my question. How long?”
The threat was clear. His finger was still inside her as he watched her, his expression hard now, though his eyes retained that lazy, gentle humor. The contrast was almost frightening.
“Four years. Satisfied—Oh God!” Her back arched, her head digging into the pillows as his finger slid home with a smooth, forceful plunge.
Tess was shuddering, her climax so close she could feel it pulsing in desperation.
“Damn you’re tight, Tess.” His fingertip curved, stroking the sensitive depths as she writhed against her bonds. “As tight as a virgin. I bet your ass is even tighter.”
Tess stilled, quivering, seeing the lust, the excitement filling Cole’s face. His c**k was huge, thick and long, and she knew it would stretch her pu**y until she was screaming for relief. But her ass? No way. From the look on Cole’s face though, he had figured out the way of it, exactly.
CHAPTER SIX
“Cole, let’s be reasonable,” Tess panted, her cunt clenching over the finger lodged inside it, quivering from the deep, gentle strokes his fingertip was administering. “Your c**k will not fit there. Stop trying to scare me.”
But she had a feeling it wasn’t an idle threat.
He smiled. She knew better than to trust that smile. It was a slow curve of his lips, a crinkle at the corners of his eyes. Watching her carefully, he slid his finger from the soaked depths of her hot channel and then moved to lie down beside her.
Tess watched him carefully, like a wild beast as he propped his head on his arm and watched her through narrowed eyes. Then his gaze shifted, angling to her thighs, her eyes following as his hand moved.
“No—” she cried out helplessly as his hand raised.