She swallowed, her gaze clearing slightly as she locked in on his. “If you wanted me to feel punished, then you wouldn’t make suffering feel so good.”
The fourth button slipped free along with his grin. Come tomorrow morning, he’d show her just how good punishment could be once there were no restrictions. Today, he would just tease her.
Sliding his palm over her mound, he pushed her jeans out of the way as he cupped her heated flesh. With his fingers molding over the swollen folds pressed against her panties, Cole smirked at her whimper before moving on to the last button.
“What’s our record?”
She knew just what he threatened. Her darkening gaze narrowed and gave her away, even if she didn’t answer. Silence wouldn’t save her, not with the final button slipping free of its hole. Rubbing his fingers back to the flimsy lip of her panties, he curled the tips under, pausing only to answer his question.
“I believe it was eight.”
Trembles shook over her abdomen beneath the scrape of his palm as he settled his free hand along the waistband of her jeans. The instant catch in her breath sucked in her stomach just enough for his fingers to slip beneath the rough denim and begin the slow glide down. Capturing her panties in his grip, he walked both her jeans and her underwear down her legs.
Backing up to pull the last of her clothing free, Cole’s gaze instantly narrowed in on the plump, swollen pussy creaming just for him. The sultry lure of her desire had him crawling back between the sexy curves of her legs to breathe down over the very treat he planned to feast on.
“I think we’ll go for twelve today.” Cole lifted his grin to her flushed face, offering her no reassurance. “What with your Prince Charming not here to save you from my evil clutches, I might just push you to fifteen.”
Hailey’s swallow told him she believed him, and Cole’s grin only grew bigger. “Of course, you could save yourself. Last chance, princess.”
Instead of doing the sane thing and looking even more worried, Hailey actually appeared to relax slightly. Her head dropped back to the blanket as her lids closed and a whisper of a smile stretched over her lips.
“Like you wouldn’t make me endure fifteen orgasms if I agreed to let you tie me up.” She actually laughed at the idea.
Laughed up until he lashed her with his tongue. Pressing his lips along the folds of her pussy, he licked her slit straight up until her clit got trapped under the fury of his response. Then she moaned, her legs tensing, her hips arching, her hands digging into his hair. Cole made damn sure she didn’t even have a hint of a chuckle left in her tone before he released her.
Sitting back on his knees, Cole figured she misread his intent when he gripped her thighs and slid her straight up over his. Hailey’s head rolled as she muttered out encouraging little fragments, not resisting at all as he lodged the thick head of his cock against the clenched opening to her sheath.
So tight, so wet. Cole groaned as he sank himself into heaven. It took every ounce of his control not to plunder but instead savor the liquid glide of her velvety sheath sucking in every last inch of his cock. Panting through the exquisite pleasure, his fingers tightened on her hips as Hailey bucked and twisted in obvious impatience.
Cole waited through her tantrum, waited until she calmed down enough to lift her lids and pin him with an annoyed stare. By then, Cole found his breath and his will to give her a slow grin in response.
“I believe we were going for fifteen.”
* * * *
He couldn’t possibly be serious, and Hailey complained with a whine at his teasing. “Cole.”
Shifting to pull the picnic basket closer, he pumped her just enough to make her choke on his name. The glorious thrills racing up the walls of her cunt exploded out over her spine like the sparkling, burning spray of a firework settling back to Earth. Hailey gasped through the sensations, twisting with the rolls of pleasure until they finally shimmered back into an aching throb.
“I guess I won’t be getting to use these today.”
That sad sounding comment had her eyes blinking open to take in the watery sight of sticks and straps. Trying to blink through the haze of lust, it took her a moment to focus as he dropped the pile with a clack onto the quilt. Stakes. They were stakes with leather straps threaded through the tops and the very idea of what he intended to do with those had her going still.
“You planned this.”
The realization whispered out of her as her gaze lifted to focus on his. His hand fell in her path, and she saw something disappear into his fist. The motion went by so quickly it had her looking back before finally meeting his grin.
Leaning over her, he treated her to a smooth, even stroke solely intended to make her squirm, which it did. Letting the ragged breaths roll out of her as the burst of rapture settled back into a simmer, she couldn’t help but tense as lips nuzzled her ear.
“Of course I did, princess. So you never wonder again, let me assure that for the rest of my life, my plan will always be figuring out how to get you naked, wet, and at my mercy. That’s my only goal in life, and I’m going to hold on to it for the next fifty years plus.”
Swallowing down the glut of emotion his vow clogged her throat with, Hailey watched warily as he rose back to his knees. Stretched out over his lap, her ass cushioned on his thighs, her pussy impaled on his dick, she might as well be staked to the ground because he held all the power.
Cole only handled power one way—ruthlessly.
“What’s that?” She knew he held something in his fist, just as she knew by his grin he wouldn’t answer. Cole always preferred to show instead of tell. Hailey’s eyes fluttered as he got to the showing.
Heated fingertips pushed her pussy lips wide, exposing her clit to the gentle brush of something softer than the callused tips of his fingers, something she’d become all too familiar with since he gifted it to her three weeks back.
Groaning in anticipation of what came next, she twisted as she felt him leash that damn butterfly to her clit. From practice, Hailey knew to breathe now because in just a few seconds she’d be screaming.
“Now, where did I put the switch.”
Cole shifted again as he released her little bud to rummage into the picnic basket. The soft clip of the butterfly held her in its vise, a warning and a threat that only made her muscles tighten down on the cock filling her.
A cycle she’d come to know and love, every little motion echoed, from her clit to her womb up her spine and then in a liquid rush back down her front. It never ended and always felt good, which was why she greeted Cole’s grin with a smile when he held up the magical little button.
“Last chance, princess. I have the stakes here.”
Hailey smacked her lips and stretched, letting him know she didn’t scare easily. “I guess fifteen it is.”
Hailey’s smartass comment ended in a shriek as he hit button and lit up her pussy with a devastating spasm that rolled on endlessly. Screaming, bucking, when his lips closed over one tender nipple, she gave herself over to the glory of his rough loving and flung through orgasm number one.
Number two bloomed out of the collapsing clouds of ecstasy that billowed through her body. Driven by the relentless vibrations of the toy, her pussy clenched and pulsed, desperate for any tiny bit of friction it could wring out, but Cole’s steely length held still, leaving her to scream through one orgasm and into another without really tasting any satisfaction.
She lost count of the number, her eyes opening, seeing nothing but the bold strobe of lights circling before her, faster and faster until they exploded, racking her with another storm of shudders. Hailey screamed her pleasure to the heavens as her hips jerked in demand against his cock.
Abandoning the breasts that felt swollen and sore from his ravaging kisses, Cole finally gave her a moment of calm, clicking off the toy to let her body roll through her last climax to wash up a limp ragdoll on the shores of his thighs. Panting through the burn in her chest, Hailey’s gaze finally f
ocused enough to take in Cole’s taut features.
“What number was that?”
She didn’t even have the energy left to argue with that taunt. Shaking her head with a weak roll, Hailey cringed to hear him chuckle.
“You know the rules, princess. If you don’t know the number we start over at the beginning.”
“Cole.” She wished she could believe he was kidding, but she knew him too well by now.
“Mmm.” The thickness filling her shifted, pressing into her side and making her moan. She could hear him rooting through the basket, that damn thing he’d obviously packed with more toys than food.
“Ah, here it is.”
She would have paid more attention to that declaration if he hadn’t started to pull back. Biting down on her lip, Hailey arched under the lash of pleasure that whipped out of her cunt to scald her entire spine with its fiery caress. The brilliant sensation ended with a painful gasp as Cole actually slid completely free of her body.
The sudden loss had her eyes going wide only to narrow a second later. Her lids dipped with the pressure of a sweetly rounded cock head pushing back into her heated depths. Not Cole, but a toy, smooth, cool, plastic, a pathetic comparison to the real thing. Hailey whimpered her complaint as she refused to greet this new invasion with any real enthusiasm.
Cole noticed. “Not as good, is it, princess?”
“No.” Hailey put the pout into her response, knowing it would taunt him into making it better.
“Well, then, maybe this will help.”
He hit that little button and brightened her life back up with the sheer rapturous thrills cascading out of her womb. This time she got her fucking, a hard, ruthless one that drove her mercilessly over the edge. Catapulting through Utopia’s sky, she could have just kept on sailing if Cole hadn’t blasted her out of orbit by pulling the dildo free of her spasming pussy to press its sticky head against her ass.
A pop and it pushed in, searing her inner muscles as Cole fed her every single inch. Never once did the butterfly skip a beat. Vibrating out endless rolls of ecstasy, the pleasure crashed into the pressure radiating out of her ass. Hailey hadn’t grown accustomed to the full sensation, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love it. She loved it more when two men pressed her between them.
This moment didn’t feel like the soul giving union of three bodies but scorched with all the glory of unleashed fantasies. Wickedly erotic, the sunlight warming her skin made her revel in the return of Cole’s own heated length as he filled her aching pussy with more thickness than she thought she could take.
As always the slender stretch of skin separating the two dicks got caught in the endless grind of friction. With every breath, every slight shift, electricity shot across that sweet swath to thunder out as white-hot lightning bolts.
They cracked across her body, piercing into her soul, hammered that last inch by Cole’s own cock shifting forward as he bent back down to her. The moist heat of his breath tickled over her puckered nipple, warning it of the torment to come.
“Now we start back at the beginning.”
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It was too much, too intense. She lost count at number six and just needed a moment to catch her breath, but no such moment came. No amount of wiggling or thrashing offered her escape from the endless, relentless vibrations of that damn toy.
Worse, every slight motion only intensified waves of ecstasy crashing down on her, highlighting the bold strokes of orgasms with intense colors as her ass and pussy spasmed and clenched over the rock hard cocks holding still deep inside her body.
Screaming and bucking as roll after roll of rapture washed over her, Hailey fought the tide of bliss, trying to survive the pleasure that would surely kill her. She couldn’t breathe, could barely see.
One climax fed into another until her heart threatened to give out and her muscles began to cave inward. Tightening down around the toy, around Cole, the aching need for just the slightest bit of friction had her writhing on both hard, unforgiving lengths.
Then, finally, as she felt the tears start to roll down her cheeks, Cole moved. Leaving her breasts aching and sore, his kiss slid up her neck even matching the smooth, slow glide of his hip.
Inflaming her tormented pussy, he stoked the fire burning in her womb into an inferno with his easy fucking. Just like his partner before him, Cole murmured tempting fantasies into her ear with each stroke.
“I love you, Hailey Mathews.” Her head rolled to the side, trying to escape the intimacy of his declaration, but his lips followed, his hips punishing her by dragging out his already leisurely strokes. “I love you and I want to make a baby with you. Let’s make a baby, princess.”
His rough palm scorched over her skin as it slid over her hip to rest on the small birth-control patch that kept him from his baby. A bolt of fear lanced the fog of pleasure clouding her mind. It gave her no clarity but sparked an instinctive urge that had her hand flattening his over the patch.
Cole reacted instantly, snarling as his hips punished her with the sudden change to a hard, fast tempo. Pounding out his revenge on her, Cole grunted above her, using his whole body to force her pleasure to the limits.
Pressing down, forcing her ass to bounce the toy while his pelvis ground the butterfly right against her clit, even his chest scraping over her nipples drove the wild beat of primitive lust through her blood until finally she snapped. An animalistic urge rose up and claimed control of her body, and she began to fuck him back.
Bucking into the incoming hammer of his cock, she growled orders for him to go faster, push harder, to give her the satisfaction and release her from the pain of pleasure.
The quiet afternoon filled with his groans and her hollers, the air thickening with musky scent of their sex, then the bright light of the sun burned down into her soul. The lust intoxicating every cell in her body exploded, jerking her hips up even as her head flung back and a scream ripped out of her chest.
Then everything went peacefully silent. Like an anchor sinking into the ocean, her body collapsed into the still slumber of oblivion. It seemed as if she floated through the soothing waves for but a moment before washing back up on the shores of reality, but as the buzzing whirl of the world slowly ordered itself, Hailey roused disoriented by her long nap.
The chirps and snaps of birds and insects filtered themselves into distinct sounds as the heat surrounding Hailey condensed into the hard scrape of a hairy body pressed along her back. An arm weigh heavy over her stomach. Cole and the sun had shifted from above to behind. She had slept for quite a while.
A well-earned sleep by her reckoning. Reality settled back in along with the rush of memories, memories that came to a sudden end. Hailey smirked to herself as she burrowed back against Cole. Blacking out tended to be the best way to screw Cole out of victory.
He could brag all he wanted about fifteen. Her body didn’t go beyond ten consecutive orgasms without shutting down. Even better, Cole wouldn’t, couldn’t admit defeat and take his damn pleasure. Inevitably he screwed himself over, like today, which explained the still fully packed erection poking her in the back.
That put her in a very precarious situation. Sweaty, sticky, limp, and sore, Hailey didn’t feel up to round two on the hard ground. A nice comfy bed, some pizza, then she could just forget all about the appointment he had with Kitty Anne.
Finally focused, Hailey's world snapped into place with crystal clarity, and it only left her confused. Cole had confessed and blown her plans to hell. His honesty made her confront things she would rather just ignore.
If only Cole turned out to be the shallow, narcissistic pig she’d always accused him of being. Instead, beneath all the bluster and attitude lurked a sweet kind of guy who dreamed of white picket fences and kids. Hailey believed him. Cole wouldn’t lie about love.
That didn’t change his definition of it. Hailey looked at the stakes lying off in the grass, tucked up along the side of the picnic basket. After she passed out, he must have pil
ed everything up into a heap so he could roll them up in the quilt. That was her Cole. He packed sex toys for a romantic picnic.
Patton thought the same as Kyle—that she was afraid of commitment. Hailey didn’t deny she had trouble trusting a man, not just for a moment, but for the next fifty years. That didn’t mean she couldn’t have borne the worry and confronted the fear.
With a nice, ho-hum kind of fellow, she probably could settle down and have the kids and the house on the hill. Even knowing it might all fall apart around her, she could find peace there, would be thankful for the family and the memories even if they one day disappeared.
The last thing Cole or Kyle would ever be was ho-hum. In this fantasy of family and home, they’d carve out a nook, a hidden room for their dark desires. If she let them take her into that room, they wouldn’t just take possession of her body or even her life but of her very soul.
What then would happen if they ever decided to leave her? Hailey feared that answer. She couldn’t go in that room, and that’s why she couldn’t stop Cole from going to see Kitty Anne. That meant she only had one move left.
Rolling out from under his arm, Hailey held her breath when Cole flopped over onto his back with a muttered protest. A smack of his lips and a slight shift to drag the quilt up his chest and Cole fell back asleep. Not once, not before last night, had Cole ever actually slept with her.
It left Hailey unsure of how far to trust his slumber, and she rushed through dressing. If he woke, she’d have to face decisions she’d rather just leave him to decide on his own. Decisions she knew exactly how he would decide.
When Cole woke, he’d assume her absence as consent. He’d go for the car and fall into her trap. By tomorrow morning, her name would be mud in his book. As much as that would hurt, she’d be saving herself worse pain in the future.
That assured knowledge didn’t make this moment any easier. Her sneakers laced back on to her feet, Hailey towered over Cole, trying to hold this moment as long as she could because it would be the last of the sweet memories she ever carried of Cole.
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