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arrogant with just a touch of the aristocratic in his strong, straight nose and superior

expression.

“James, I’m asking you to stop this.” Her heart was racing out of control. How was

she supposed to deny him when her body ached so desperately for him?

He was like a fever in her blood. As long as she stayed away from him, she could

survive it. But now, with his desire for her so clear, her needs raging through her body,

she couldn’t find the will to resist him. She was weak. She admitted it and she hated it.

Hated the emotional and physical responses that she couldn’t fight any longer.

“Lay back for me, Ella,” he whispered softly. “Lay back, and let me show you what

I can do for you.”

Ella watched him helplessly. Her body was tense, demanding action. Demanding

that she do as he ask and lay back in the lounger for him. She watched as his tongue

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touched his sensual lips, as though anticipating a meal, and she knew what he wanted.

Knew what he would do to her. Her pussy gushed in response.

She whimpered as he moved, his hands reaching for her arms, pulling them gently,

taking the support she used to keep her body upright as he released the back support of

the lounger. He lowered her until her back rested on the flat surface.

Ella stared up at him, trembling, hating the weakness that flooded her body. Damn

him. He was so assured, so sensual, so damned tempting she could barely keep her

senses intact.

“James.” Her breath caught in arousal as his fingers went to the tiny buttons of her

bodice. Her breasts were unbound beneath the fabric, her nipples hard, on fire for his

touch.

“I’ve dreamed of touching you, Ella,” he whispered, his green eyes darkening, the

thick black lashes lowering sensually over the wicked orbs. “Ached to taste you. Do you

have any idea the hell I’ve gone through for the last ten years, wanting to hear you

scream my name as you climax for me?”

A whimper escaped her lips as the last button of the dress came free, and he was

able to spread the edges apart with slow deliberation. Her body was laid out before him

then, only the thin silk of her panties left to cover the front of her body.

“You’re wet for me, Ella,” he whispered, his eyes centering on the pale green

triangle of fabric. “And you still shave your pretty pussy, don’t you? When my tongue

caresses it, laps up all that thick cream, you’ll feel every soft touch, won’t you?”

His hand spread her legs slowly. Ella gripped the sides of the lounger, watching

him, mesmerized by the sensuality in his expression, the hunger reflected in his eyes, in

the curve of his lips.

“James.” She whispered his name, her voice rough, pleading as she caught his

hands when they moved to the band of her panties. “I can’t…” She couldn’t finish the

sentence, couldn’t force the words past her lips.

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“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.

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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 fucking

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.

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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 now. As though she had known Jase was no threat to her,

neither emotionally nor sexually, but James was. He could destroy her. If she let him.

“So nice,” he whispered as he moved back to the bottom of the bed, moving

between her spread thighs.

His hands ran up the backs of her thighs as she trembled beneath his touch. Long-

fingered and broad, his hands were warm and slightly calloused, creating an exciting

friction on her flesh.

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“I used to hide and watch you whenever I saw you out in public,” he whispered. “I

knew you would run if you saw me, and I loved watching you move, Ella. Watching the

sweet curves of you ass flex, the line of your back, the tilt of your head. I would drink

the sight of you in.”

Ella’s hands clenched in the blankets beneath her as his hands cupped the lower

curves of her rear, spreading her apart sensually. She could feel her cunt, drenched and

hot, rippling with convulsive shudders of need. She couldn’t stop the involuntary

flexing of her buttocks, or the little whimper that escaped her throat.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked her, his voice low, rough.

“No.” She had to fight for air. She felt intoxicated and yet on the edge of panic.

“Good.” He patted her rear a little sharply in approval. Ella flinched at the tingling

heat that washed up her spine from the light tap. “Now, I want you to try to relax for

me a little, Ella. I want to put the plug inside you, get you ready, before we go any

further.”

Relax? He was kidding, she thought. He had to be.

She felt him moving at the bottom of the bed, his body shifting beneath her before

his hair brushed her leg. She jerked as his hands went under her thighs, lifting her a bit

before his tongue thrust hard and fast inside the soaked channel of her pussy.

“Oh God! James!” she cried out, her back bowing in reflex, angling her hips higher

for the invasion.

His tongue was like a flame, searing her vagina as he pushed in hard, then pulled

back slowly. As though he had already shaken the foundations of her desire, he began

to lap at her. His tongue licked and stroked, drawing her juices from her body as he

murmured his appreciation of her taste, or her need, she wasn’t certain.

His fingers moved to the gentle curve of her cunt lips, spreading them marginally

as his tongue delved higher, licking through the slit, circling her clit. Teasing strokes of

his demon tongue had her grinding her pussy into his mouth, and yet with little ease.

As she moved closer, his mouth drew farther away.

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She was only barely aware of his fingers probing between her buttocks, slick with

the cool gel of the lubrication that coated them. One long finger pierced her puckered

opening as James’ tongue speared deep inside her cunt once again.

Ella’s eyes flew open as a gasp escaped her lips. Braced only partially on her knees,

the slack in the restraints taken up by her position, there was no way to escape the

invasion. She moaned, a drawn out sound of shocked pleasure, heated pain as his

tongue fucked her clenching vagina once again.

“James,” she whimpered his name, fighting to hold onto her control.

Her anus stretched around the probing finger, welcoming the heated sensations

that came from his smooth, stroking movements. He didn’t answer her unspoken plea,

one she wasn’t certain of herself, rather he pulled the finger back, added another and