Seduction

13

The outer office was deserted. Terrie drew in a deep breath, fighting the trembling ache in her rear from the plug inserted inside it. The silk of the dress rasped against her sensitive nipples. Her pussy creamed heatedly. To some extent she suspected what was coming. The added rush of nervous fear and anticipation had her nearly panting in arousal.

She turned the lock in the door as she closed it behind her. The main offices were quiet this afternoon but she wanted to take no chances that she and Jesse would be disturbed.

She had given to Jesse the night before in the only way she knew how, to show him she understood the needs and the desires that were so much a part of him. She even understood, to some extent, that need as well. Watching Tally touch him, seeing his arousal, his pleasure, hearing his breathing hitch as he let the pleasure suffuse him, had been incredibly arousing.

In setting up the experience she was more than aware she had given Jesse implicit permission to turn the tables on her. She had given him her acceptance without words and now she fought to stem her nervousness over the choice. She had never been taken in such a way. Had never been shared between two men. Until Jesse, she had never known such rough loving, that such incredible, spiraling pleasure could be attained from the darker edge of lust.

She bit her lip as she approached his door. It was barely open, with no sound coming from the room beyond. Somehow he had managed to find his control once again. She could sense it, knew it. His voice on the phone earlier had assured her of it.

She pushed the door open slowly, stepping into the room as her gaze sought out Jesse.

He stood in front of the large, drapery-shrouded windows. The room was dim; his form was tall, graceful, commanding.

“Lock the door.” His voice was a hard rumble of lust.

Terrie felt her womb clench, her pussy flood. With shaking hands she closed the door, turning the lock and nearly flinching at the sharp sound it made. She stood silently, watching him, trying not to pant with her own rising sexual demands. She could feel her nipples hardening further, her cunt clenching in excruciating need.

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.

His finger pushed at the little jewels dangling from the clamp and she bit her lip at the tug on her furiously aroused flesh.

“Jesse, I don’t know if I can stand it.” The pleasure and the pain were swamping her.

His fingers reached up to her cheek, touching her gently, lovingly. “When it’s too much, Terrie, just say so. I won’t take from you, baby. I want to give to you.”

She bit her lip at the emotion in his voice. It throbbed with his need to show her all he was, echoed with his own deep, dark desires.

“Lie down on the couch. On your stomach.” His voice was harsh with his fight for control. “Raise your hips. Let me see how well your ass is filled with that plug.”

She nearly sank to the carpet with the burst of weakening lust that surged through her body. She did as he commanded, stretching out on the cool, fitted coverlet that fit over the leather couch. She positioned her body as he had demanded, shivering at the thought of his gaze going to the base of the thick plug stretching her.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, a second before she heard him undressing.

Agonized desire rushed through her body. The clamps on her nipples weren’t overly tight; the pressure was killing her with her need for more. A second later more came.

There was no warning. Not a sound to indicate his intentions. His hand landed firmly, heatedly on one rounded cheek of her rear. Terrie cried out, but rather than pain, pleasure tore a destructive path through her body as her pussy raged in furious demand. A second later, another blow landed on the other cheek. She flinched, crying out, though her hips arched back for more.

She couldn’t stand it. Searing lust swept through her, overtaking her in ways she would have never imagined. Within minutes her ass was burning, her cunt dripping, weeping in greedy need.

“You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen on a woman,” he said as his hand then smoothed over the aching flesh. “Do you know how many nights I’ve jacked off thinking about fucking your sweet ass, Terrie?”