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“I used to fantasize about you.” She frowned as she thought of the years that had

passed. “How silly is that, James? That’s when what little satisfaction I had found with

Jase in all those years was gone. The moment you stepped into that room destroyed it

all.”

His cock jerked against her thigh.

“I warned you, Ella. I won’t warn you again.” She shivered at the dominating tone

of his voice.

She turned her head to look at him, seeing only the shadowed impression of his

form beside her. Her eyes lowered as she wondered what it would be like to see him

out of control. All that cool purpose burned away. Could she do it? Could she make

James Wyman, master of women, lose control? Her pussy gushed with the thought. She

had heard rumors for years. Women talked, and unfortunately she heard the tales. And

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they talked about James and his cool control, his sexual deliberation. None had broken

that calm. None had made him lose control.

She rolled on her side slowly, shivering as she felt him adjust his erection to her

new position. His body tightened further.

“Maybe having a boy toy would be nice.” She smoothed her hand up his chest, her

nails glancing his hard male nipple as she scratched lightly over it.

He caught her hand, holding it still against his chest as he stared at her through the

darkness.

“Do you think I’d make a good toy, Ella?” he asked her, his voice silky, dangerous.

“It could blow up in your hands, sweetheart. You don’t want to continue on the

course.”

She was just tipsy enough to smile. To lean forward and swirl her tongue over the

sensitive nub of his nipple. She heard his breath catch, felt his body tighten further.

“Isn’t that the point?” she asked him as she moved lower, her tongue stroking

down his hard abdomen as the muscles there clenched tightly.

His hands threaded through her hair, clenching on the strands as she nipped at his

flesh, trying to halt her movements. Ella couldn’t halt her gasp. The prickling heat in

her scalp was more exciting then she wanted to admit.

“Ella.” He spoke her name sharply, a demand, a command to stop, warning her in

the sheer dangerous throb that lingered in the tone.

“What, James?” she asked him softly. Her head held still just below his heart, but

her hands were free. She raked her nails up his thighs, loving the sound of his breath

catching in his throat.

“You don’t want me to lose control, Ella,” he warned her softly.

“Of course I don’t,” she whispered, her teeth nipping at his skin as her nails ran

alongside his bulging cock.

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It was exhilarating, exciting. He was breathing harder now, his heart racing beneath

her ear. She tugged at the grip on her hair, whimpering with the stimulation, that sharp

flare of pleasure that raced through her body. Her head lowered until her tongue was

able to reach the flared, hot crown of his cock. He jerked as she licked it.

The grip he had on her hair was fierce, the burning along her scalp intense, but it

only fired her body as a distant amazement pierced her brain. The pain was a fiery

cascade of sensations that nearly broke her. She was out of control. She, who had kept

her control wrapped about her like a mantle of protection, had fallen as easily to this

man as a virgin with no knowledge of the heartache awaiting her.

She pulled further against his grip, crying out as she felt her cunt clench at the ache.

Her lips capped the turgid head of his erection, slurping noisily as her tongue licked,

stroked. She wanted him deep within her mouth, wanted to feel him fucking into it,

unable to halt his own spiraling pleasure. To destroy his control as he had destroyed

hers.

One hand gripped the thick shaft as his hips jerked, burying the smooth crown in

her suckling mouth. She heard his strangled moan above her, felt his erection throb

with a deep, hard flex of the tightened muscle.

“Enough.” His voice was thicker now as he pulled at her hair. When that didn’t

help, he gripped her head, pulling her up as she cried in protest.

He flipped her to her back, jerking the blankets off the bed as he came over her.

“You don’t want this, Ella,” he bit out fiercely. “You don’t want to tempt me this

way.”

She undulated beneath him, raking her hard-tipped breasts against his chest,

rubbing her aching pussy against the thigh wedged between her legs.

“What will you do, James?” she asked him, tempting him, tempting fate and the

dark visions suddenly rushing through her head. “How will you punish me? Will you

share me then, to show me my place? To regain your control?”

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He stilled. His hands held her wrists to the mattress as he stared down at her, his

savage expression only barely discernable. He was breathing hard and fast now,

fighting to regain the upper hand, and now she knew how to make him lose it.

“Can you bear it, James?” she asked him softly. “Will you join in, or merely watch

as another man takes me, making me scream as you do, fucking me like you do…”

Before she could anticipate him, his control broke. His legs wedged between her

thighs and his cock pushed inside her swollen pussy in one hard, long stroke. She

screamed out at the invasion, at the instant, fiery pleasure.

“Do you know what you’re tempting, Ella?” he groaned as she fought to accept the

heavy girth buried in her cunt. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

He wasn’t still. His hips moved, his cock thrusting in and out of her in long smooth

strokes as he fought to hold back. She didn’t want him to hold back.
She
didn’t want to

hold back. Not any longer.

“How will you do it, James? How can you make me accept it? I dare you to try.”

She didn’t expect the consequences of those words. His lips slammed down on hers,

slanting across hers as his tongue drove deep into her mouth. At the same time, the

thrusts of his cock inside her vagina increased in strength and power.

Ella cried into the kiss, her tongue tangling with his as she tilted her hips to take

him deeper, harder inside her sensitive cunt. She could feel her muscles gripping him,

the thickness, the heat of his erection thrusting past the sensitive tissue, stroking nerve

endings already enflamed with a lust she had never thought herself capable of.

And with each stroke, each demanding invasion into the core of her body, she was

reminded of what caused his loss of control. The thought of her with him and with

another. Two cocks, hard and strong, pushing into her over and over again…

Her body tightened, her cunt clamping down on the pistoning power of his cock as

she exploded to the images twisting through her mind, her body. She tried to scream,

but her mouth with filled with James. She tried to buck him away from her, to escape

the driving pleasure, the knowledge, but her pussy was filled with James. Filled with

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him until he groaned hard and deep, powered into her one last brutal thrust before he

exploded.

The wash of his hot seed inside her channel triggered another, smaller climax as she

whimpered beneath him. Her body shuddered, her womb rippling with the orgasm as

the ice that had once encased her heart shattered.

She loved James Wyman. And Ella knew to the farthest depths of her soul, that the

love filling her would be her ultimate destruction.

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“I’ll be back in three hours.” Ella lay face down on the bed at noon the next day,

breathing through the fiery fullness that invaded her anus.

James had taken her again when they woke up. He had been quiet, almost reflective

as they showered and ate breakfast. Later they had lain around the pool until after a

light lunch that he had prepared himself. They hadn’t talked much, but the silence

hadn’t been uncomfortable.

Ella had been wary, though. He wasn’t pushing her, for anything. He was

contemplative as though his loss of control the night before bothered him in some way.

An hour after lunch he laid out the box that contained a mild anal douche and ordered

her to use it. His voice had hardened, sending heat streaking through her pussy.

“So what am I supposed to do for three hours?” She turned her head, watching him

with narrowed eyes.

Preparing her for the anal invasion had left her hot, wet. She wanted him now,

before he left.

“Wait on me.” His voice brooked no refusal. “Leave the plug in. I’ve removed the

inflator, so you can dress, do what you normally do. Just do it as it eases the muscles

there.”

He had inflated it farther than before. Through a tormenting hour of heated

touches, burning strokes of his tongue in and out of her pussy, but never enough to

push her over the edge. She was burning with lust now and reluctant to move. The

thick intruder buried in her anus stretched the muscles there with fiery precision. He

had given her all she could take, yet had assured her that it still had not been fully

inflated.

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“Oh, that’s fair…” She stopped. The look in his eyes was almost frightening.

She settled back on the bed, watching as his brooding look eased only slightly.

“You pushed last night, Ella. You may think you’ve gotten away with it, but you

haven’t. When I get back, I’ll show you just how you haven’t. If you get yourself off, I’ll

punish you, Ella. I’ll tie you down to this bed and leave you there for the remainder of

the night, and I’ll make sure you know how painful arousal can really be.”

She trembled at the sound of his voice. She had no doubt he would do it, too. If she

was restrained, there would be no tempting his control, no pushing his personal limits.

He could torment her as long as he liked. He had proved that in the last hour.

He released the restraints that held her, leaving the chains attached to the bed as he

moved away from her.

“Wear a dress. Something loose and light. When I get back, we’ll see how much

control you have, baby.”

Something about those words had trepidation skittering through her body. She

eased up slowly on the bed, feeling her pussy clench, drench further as the plug bit at

her tender anal muscles. She stared up at him silently, watching as his eyes darkened,

his body tensing at the sight of her swollen, hard-tipped breasts, and the arousal that

she knew was obvious in her expression.

“What are you going to do, James?” she asked him softly.

“You know, Ella.” He pushed his hands into the pockets of his slacks as he watched

her, his voice throbbing with an emotion she didn’t want to name. “I’ve waited ten

years, and in those years you have refused to take my desire for you, or my needs

seriously, let alone your own. Tonight, you will take those needs seriously. You’ll take

me seriously, Ella.”

Had she ever seen him look so powerful, so commanding? Suddenly, she felt much

younger than him, and definitely much less experienced. His command of his own

power, his own control, went beyond age or experience, and entered that unknown

realm of supreme self-confidence. He knew what he was doing, she realized suddenly.

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James had a plan, just as he always had, she knew now. But why and what that the plan

was, she couldn’t decide.

“No other men.” She shook her head, her hand trembling as she pushed her fingers

through her hair. “I mean it, James. No one else.”

His lips quirked. “You no longer set your own limits, Ella. I do. You’ll learn that

tonight. Whatever I want, however I want it, and you’ll love it. Or you can continue to

be a coward and deny what I know you feel for me. If that’s the case, my bags are

packed. Set them on the porch and I’ll never bother you again.”

She stared up at him, fear suddenly shaking her soul. “So I’m part of an orgy or I’m

nothing to you, period?” she asked him, feeling her heart thunder in her chest. But what

really terrified her was the clench of arousal that rippled through her cunt.

“No, Ella. I would never put you in the middle of an orgy,” he promised her

smoothly. “What I will put you in the middle of is more pleasure than you’ve known

could exist. Pleasure I know you want. Need. Even now, after the past three days, you

aren’t satisfied. You climax until you nearly pass out with the pleasure of it, but you

need more. And, by God, tonight I’ll make sure you have what you need, or I won’t

bother trying anymore. I love you, Ella. Love you until my heart breaks with it, but I