Her eyes were drawn to the low table in front of the leather couch. Terrie drew in a deep breath to keep from whimpering. Lying on the table was a tube of lubrication, two small nipple clamps and a jelly dildo perhaps half the width of his cock, but just as long. Her gaze returned to him.
She started as he moved. A ripple of motion as he walked to the low table, glancing down at the articles then back to her.
“You’ve known me for a long time, Terrie,” he said softly. “I’ve never made an effort to hide who I am or what I enjoy from you.”
He paused for long moments as though waiting to see if she would deny his words. She couldn’t. She had known all along.
“Others would call me perverted…depraved,” he continued. “I won’t deny that, either. It’s definitely not conventional, but it’s who I am. And it’s a desire you can’t deny in yourself, Terrie. Not any longer.”
She wasn’t attempting to deny it, but she would be damned if she knew now what to do. She licked her lips nervously, aware that his eyes narrowed on the movement.
“I haven’t denied it, Jesse,” she finally said softly.
A small smile quirked his lips. “No, you haven’t.” He lifted his arm, extending his hand out to her. “Come here, Terrie.”
She walked to him slowly, trembling, achingly aware of her body and the sexual fire coursing through it. She felt as though flames were leaping in her cunt, burning clear to her soul. As she stepped close to him the heat seared her body, her breasts, her anus. She nearly shuddered from the hunger to feel him thrusting hard and heavy inside her. Dominating her. Giving the gift of her own surrender, her complete submission to her own needs.
His hands slid up her arms. Terrie drew in a hard breath, her hunger for him nearly overcoming any semblance of control she could have possessed. Her flesh prickled, small goose bumps rising at the calloused touch of his palms, the warmth of his body.
“Do you know how beautiful you are to me?” he asked her as his fingers moved to the small buttons of her dress, slipping the first one free. “How long I’ve waited to touch you, how many nights I laid in a fever of rage while Thomas lived? Praying to God he wouldn’t touch you, wouldn’t hurt you?”
She shook her head, fighting those memories.
“I’ll have no more lies between us, Terrie. No more secrets.” He leaned close, his lips feathering her ear as he whispered, “Do you know how hard it was to walk away the nights I came to dinner while he lived, his permission to fuck you ringing in my ears? My need to hear you scream my name pounding in my cock?”
Her eyes widened in shock at the near violence in his tone.
“I’m sorry.” She trembled in his grip. “I didn’t know. I was so frightened of…this.” She shuddered as he nipped at her ear lobe.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “Your pleasure, your cries, your sweet pussy, your tight ass. It’s mine, Terrie. All of it. To pleasure how I see fit. To tempt, to tease, to watch as you experience every sexual fantasy you could have ever dreamed.”
Before she could have guessed his intentions, his hand hooked in the front of her dress and with a quick motion jerked the fabric apart. Buttons scattered as she gasped in surprise, only to moan in pleasure as his lips covered hers, his tongue sinking past her parted lips into the moist interior of her mouth.
He jerked the tattered remains of silk from her body a second before his arms crushed her to his chest. The Egyptian cotton of his shirt rasped her nipples, burning her with sensation as his lips moved on hers hungrily, his tongue thrusting between her lips, licking at hers, twining with it as she moaned in rising need.
Between her thighs her pussy spasmed, creaming furiously as the weight of the nipple ring tugged at the sensitive peak of one breast. One hand moved to the heavy weight of her hair as he pulled her head farther back, his lips moving down her neck, stroking tingling electric arcs of sensation over her flesh before he raised his head and stared down at her with dark arousal.
She stood panting, swaying as he moved back from her. Reaching down he picked up the two nipple clamps as she swallowed tightly. Her gaze met his as he watched her closely, the little jeweled clamps held in his hand.
His head lowered to her breasts.
“Jesse.” Her whimper was part fear, part incredible need as his tongue began to lick, his lips to suckle until her nipples stood out hard and aching from the mounds of her breasts.
“Just a little hurt,” he whispered. “But you like a little hurt, don’t you, Terrie?”
He attached the first clamp; its firm, nipping pressure had her nearly climaxing from the pleasure/pain alone. She couldn’t hold back her cry as he applied the mate to her other nipple. She was swaying, her pussy gushing its thick juice as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her.