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The instructions in the note he had included in the bag had warned her to come downstairs naked. He couldn’t wait to see her, fresh from her shower, her skin glowing Lora Leigh

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in the candlelight. His hand massaged his hard cock as he thought of her, pink and ripe, juicy and wet, coming to him, knowing what he would prepare her for. She wasn’t being tricked or lied to. She would know because he would tell her. He refused to lie to her about the plans he had for her.

“Brock?” He turned his head at the sound of her voice. Brock rose to his feet, his eyes narrowing at the sight he beheld. Just as he knew, skin so pretty and pink, a flush of arousal staining her breasts and cheeks. She was naked, not entirely comfortable with it, but standing before him, excited.

“Come here.” He held his hand out to her, fighting the need to throw her to the couch and pound into her mercilessly.

She came into his arms, her eyes locked with his, flashing with uncertainty and heat. Her skin was warm against his hands, against the sensitive flesh of his throbbing cock. He inhaled the smell of peaches and warmth and closed his eyes as he fought for control. Tonight. Tonight he would know if she had the strength to satisfy all his needs, or just the most immediate. God help him if she didn’t, because he had a feeling he needed her too much to ever let her go.

“What are you going to do, Brock?” She was trembling against him. Brock could feel the small, almost imperceptible shudders that racked her body.

“I’m going to love you, Sarah, the only way I know how,” he whispered against her hair as he drew her to the couch. Sitting down, he pulled her to his lap. She curled into his arms, fitting him perfectly. Her head lay on his chest, her hair, still just a bit damp, caressing his flesh. He tangled one hand in the honey gold mass as the other smoothed gently from her knee to her ankle. She didn’t question him, though Brock had expected her to. The fact that she wasn’t showed him the lingering fears she was holding. He had tonight to convince her that she could do what he needed.

“You’re so soft, Sarah.” He nudged at her chin. “So soft and warm. And all mine.”

Her face rose, her eyes dark and somber in the soft glow of the candles. Brock couldn’t resist kissing her. His head lowered, his lips settling on hers as they opened to admit the firm stroke of his tongue. He swallowed her low moan as she relaxed in his arms, turning to him, her tongue tangling with his. She tasted as sweet as sugar, like nectar, fresh and dew kissed. He lowered her against the arm of the couch, her body stretched across his like an offering to some primeval god of lust. Her thighs shifted, parted as his hand swept up her leg. She was already wet for him, already soft and needy.

His lips sipped at hers slowly, his tongue washing over the gentle curves. He loved her mouth, had dreamed of it for years. He sucked lightly at the bottom curve, hearing her moan, his heavy lidded eyes watching the emotion and arousal that crossed her face. She was beautiful. So damned beautiful it hurt.

“Brock,” she whispered his name, her neck arching for the lips that trailed over it. Lora Leigh

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Skin so sweet, so soft he could devour her. Brock took a gentle nibble, then soothed the little bite with a lingering movement of his tongue. He felt her breath escalate, heard the hot entreaty in her keening moan. She arched in his arms, tilted her head to allow him greater access.

His lips moved across the expanse of skin, feeling the throb of blood beneath the living silk, pounding through her veins, rushing through her system. He could feel it echo in his own body, in the hard erection cushioned by her hip and the thump of his heart in his chest.

Brock’s lips went to her breasts; one hand cupped the full mound as she arched over his arm, his mouth covering the turgid tip. She twisted against him sensually, pushing against him harder as he licked and sucked with slow, light movements. She needed more, needed harder. She had a taste of the pleasure that came from a minute bite of sensual pain. He knew she wanted more.

Brock made her wait. Deliberate, hesitant licks of his tongue had her crying out in a fever of need. He wanted her like this. Arching and crying beneath him, begging for the pleasure he could give her.

“What do you want, Sarah?” he asked her as he ran his tongue around the flushed, reddening pucker of flesh. It tightened further, pouting out at him in need.

“Please, Brock.” Slender fingers clenched in his hair, trying to draw him closer, to make him give her what she needed.

“Tell me what you want, sugar.” He blew a whisper of breath across the damp flesh. Sarah trembled with a panting moan.

“Harder,” she begged him, her voice breathless. “Please, Brock. Harder.”

His head lowered again. He took the hard flesh into his mouth, suckling it deep as his teeth nipped and his tongue stroked. She nearly arched out of his arms as her back bowed, her hands pulling his head closer.

He nibbled at her, knowing the quick little flares of heat would drive her crazy. She cried out for him, her legs twisting, thighs tightening. Perspiration dotted her skin with a sexy glaze, making the slide of his hand over her stomach smooth and silky. Sarah’s thighs fell open as he neared them, but Brock wasn’t ready to take her there yet. He wanted her hotter, wilder. He wanted her willing to do anything he asked, go to any lengths for the climax he could bring her. Brock kept his hand above the damp flesh, his fingers playing at her hips, her heaving abdomen, or plumping her firm breasts as he suckled first one, then the other, his teeth nipping at them, his tongue soothing the little ache.

“You are killing me,” she cried out, breathless, tormented. “Please Brock, please do something.”

He raised his head, staring into her eyes, feeling her nails biting into his shoulders and loving the little sting.

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“What do you want me to do, Sarah?” he asked her as his thumb ran over her swollen lips. She had bit at them, fighting the need. The proof of it marked the reddened skin.

“Anything, Brock. Whatever you want.” She shook her head, her eyes wild as his hand smoothed to her hips once again.

“Anything, Sarah?” he asked her intently. “Anything I want?”

She hesitated, breathing roughly, knowledge and a very small measure of fear reflected in her eyes now. She knew he would push her. Knew it was time to face the demons that pushed him.

“Anything, Brock,” she said the words he had to hear. “Anything. Just please, do something.”

Brock nearly lost control in that single moment. He fought, baring his teeth as he gritted them harshly. His hands moved her, laying her back on the couch as he moved over her, his mouth taking hers fiercely as two fingers plowed into the tight heat of her cunt.

Her hips came off the cushions as her juices gushed over his fingers like hot cream. Her hands tangled in his hair, her moan filling his mouth, his tongue filling hers. She twisted against the impalement, pushing her hips harder against it as she begged for more.

“Not yet, Sarah,” he panted huskily, feeling his control slipping dangerously. “Soon baby. Soon.”

His lips wandered down to her neck, taking frantic, biting kisses as his fingers moved in and out of her tight flesh, sinking in slow and easy, pulling back, relishing her pleas.

He attended to her breasts once again. Suckling hard and deep at the reddened nipples, then licking his way down her heaving stomach. Heat and need pulsed from between her thighs, drenching his hand as it flowed from the depths of her vagina.

“Easy, Sarah,” He groaned, lying between her thighs, the sweet smell of her arousal driving him insane. “Easy, baby. Let me show you how good it can be.”

He reached over to the coffee table and she stilled. Brock stared up at her as, one at a time, he picked up the articles he had laid out. The lubricating jelly, the medium sized plug that would stretch her tender back hole and prepare her for him. The large, gelfilled dildo nearly as thick and long as his own cock. Her breath stilled, a ragged moan escaping her throat as Brock felt her cunt grip the fingers still lodged there. It pulsed, flowed, her rich cream washing over him as he maintained the stare, letting her know that the time for running was now at a halt.

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CHAPTER NINETEEN

Fire seared Sarah’s body as Brock stared up at her. He brought the articles from the table slowly, laying them between her splayed thighs as he watched her carefully. At the same time, he kept his fingers inside her vagina, moving them only slightly, only occasionally, keeping her on edge, keeping the wet, sticky warmth flowing there.

“You need to be well lubricated to take the plug,” he whispered, his voice rough as he pulled his hand back from her now. “It will stretch you there, make it easier for you to accept my cock.”

Sarah couldn’t control the whimper that escaped her throat. Soon. Would that be when he shared her as well? She hated the betraying pulse of arousal that filled her body.

“The dildo is firm, but not too hard,” he promised her as he kissed her thigh, licking the skin there briefly. “I want to use it on you, Sarah, while you suck my cock. I want you prepared, ready. I want you to know what’s coming.”

Sarah wanted to close her eyes, but the instructions in the note he gave her forbade that. She had to watch. If she didn’t watch, then he would punish her. She wasn’t certain what the punishment was, but she had a feeling it just could involve extreme arousal and his refusal to satisfy it.

“Tomorrow, you have an appointment with Denise Lamont. She’ll wax your cunt for me.” She jerked at that bit of knowledge, an instinctive protest on her lips. “I’ll take you,” he continued. “I want you smooth and naked here, free to feel every touch of lips and tongue on your flesh. You’ll keep a regular appointment with her to keep it smooth. Do you understand?”

Sarah nodded hesitantly. He looked hard, determined.

“Listen to me, Sarah.” He stared up at her, his blue eyes glittering fiercely, darkly.

“You aren’t going to hide from what I want from you. We’ll experiment, see what’s best for you, but you won’t hide from it. From what I take from Marly, do you understand me?” Sarah flinched at the other woman’s name.

“Please, Brock.” She could handle it, she could. But she didn’t know if she could bear hearing about it.

“No. I won’t let you hide, Sarah,” he denied her. “I don’t want to just fuck that pretty cunt of yours. I want to hear you cry out in pleasure when I thrust inside you anally. I want to watch you masturbate, I want to fuck you in a million different places, a million different positions. Understand me. I won’t let you balk just because you fear the unknown. And if the time comes, Sarah, I want to watch you as Cade and Sam touch you, as they bring you pleasure, as they fuck you. I will never force you, but I Lora Leigh

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won’t let you deny your own pleasure either. I fuck Marly, I do it regularly while Cade participates. While Sam participates.”

Sarah wanted to look away from him, but she couldn’t. While he spoke, his fingers were touching her, dipping into her cunt, drawing the thick juices down to her anus, then dipping his finger into the tight little hole.

“I’ll watch Sarah, while Sam pleasures you. While Cade touches you. Just as you’ll watch soon while I take Marly. It has nothing to do with how much I love you, do you understand that? Just as the pleasure you gain from what my brothers do to you has nothing to do with your feelings for me. You have to get that in your mind.”

“You did that,” she gasped. “Today.”

She knew he had now. Had known it when he walked in the door that evening.

“I did,” he whispered. “While Cade watched, encouraged her, drank in her screams of pleasure, just as Cade and Sam will take you later.”

Sarah couldn’t halt the rough groan that tore from her throat as that teasing finger finally breached her anus, spearing deeply into the tight little hole. His words weren’t lost on her, the image of it had her body pulsing in traitorous arousal. He thrust into the little hole again, slow and easy, the slide of her own juices and the lubricating gel making the penetration effortless.

“God, Sarah, look at you,” he whispered then. “Your eyes are so dark, so aroused. Your little nipples hard, your cunt is so wet I could drown in it.”

Sarah whimpered, arching to his lips as he drank from her, his tongue spearing into her gripping vagina as he continued to thrust his finger easily into her anus. Stretching her, God, was he using two fingers now? She felt so full, invaded, penetrated, on the verge of a climax so explosive she wondered if she would survive it.

“Easy now,” he growled, moving back from her, pulling his tormenting fingers from her greedy body. “I need you to relax as much as possible, Sarah.”

Sarah stared at him, dazed beyond belief as he uncapped the lubricating jelly. Seconds later, the cold gel touched her flesh, causing her to flinch.

“It’s cold. But it will get warm quick.” His smile flashed, wicked and hot. Sarah shook her head, fighting the need to close her eyes as he began to push his fingers into her tight hole once again. One finger, sliding easy inside her, spreading the gel. Then two, easing into the passage as he spread the cooling lubrication deep inside her. She cried out, but not in pain as she felt three invade her, stretching her. The sensations tore through her, leaving her gasping as he continued to stretch her slowly, his tongue running through her slit as he did so, caressing her clit, keeping her on the edge of release.

“Ready now?” he asked her, raising his head as he lifted the plug from the couch. Sarah shook her head, her mind fogged, her body lethargic despite the blood surging through her.

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“Yeah you are, sugar,” he told her, his tone so gentle, so approving her lashes fluttered. Only at the last second did she manage to keep them opened. Then she felt it. The tip of the plug was inserted into her tight butt hole. Brock spread her legs wide, one bending, placed over his shoulder, the other over the back of the couch.