As his hands stroked her calves, her thighs, her hips, she arched into his touch and he noted her pussy glistened. The muscles of her stomach contracted at his touch, and her skin flushed a seductive pink. The lines of her neck stretched, and he watched her swallow nervously. God, even that was sexy, seeing her fight her need and yet want it so much. He didn't want to wait, but he had to. His fingers pinched her nipples and she trembled at his touch. She had no idea what he had planned.
He reached into the drawer by the bed and took out his heavy slapper. Heavy and hard, it was one of his least used toys. She was going to enjoy it.
She had to be prepared though. He wasn't going to deny himself any longer. With a wicked smile, he buried his face between her legs and flicked his tongue over her clit. She moaned, the sound muffled by the ball gag. He slipped two fingers into her slit, and his thumb circled her anus. She bucked and strained, her muscles tight and clenched. He sucked on her clit with rhythmic pulls and rubbed his cock into the bed as he felt her pussy convulse. She gushed sweet cum, and he moaned as he tasted it.
Still, he gave her no respite but sent her upward again. He wanted her to scream over and over.
Then he brought her to the brink and stopped. She whimpered in protest, and he loomed over her. He lay alongside her, reveling in the way she made a small sound of protest. The ball gag came off, and he took possession of her mouth. As he did, he used the slapper on her clit. She screamed into his mouth, and her hips twisted. David knew it hurt. He kept up the light whacks on her sensitive nub, and her eyes flew open, frantic confusion in them. It was just what he wanted. She was out of control.
"Look at me,” he commanded, and her gaze jerked to his. He increased the speed, and she panted and cried his name like a chant, like a prayer. Her scream when she came buzzed in his ear, and he almost lost his grip and spurted in his pants.
She was languid, her eyes glazed when he stood at the side of the bed. Fast and furious, he yanked his pants and shirt off, throwing them away, his attention never leaving her flushed face.
Naked, he pressed his body over hers, his dick at her the entrance of her slick channel. “Say my name.” He was the one who would possess her. His name would be on her lips when she came, when she surrendered and finally yielded.
She moaned and yanked at the restraints. “David,” she pleaded, then shuddered and cried out as the tip of his penis rubbed her clit back and forth. Her head tossed, and she said his name over and over.
While she was still calling his name, he thrust his cock deep inside her. She froze. “Oh God, David. Yes, yes, yes.” She arched her hips in time to her words, and he lost his mind.
Rough and hard, he slammed into her slick, sweet pussy. His balls tightened, the tingling in his spine threatened, and still he held back. But when her muscled clamped around him and she screamed his name again, he pumped her full of cum, his orgasm going on and on, just as hers did.
They shuddered together, their breathing slowed, and his arms shook as he reached up to undo her wrists. Each one was tenderly kissed and licked where the rope bit into her flesh. Still buried inside her, he bit back a groan when she squeezed his spent cock as his lips traced a pattern over the skin of her arm.
He clenched his teeth at the sensation that shot through him as he pulled out of her warm pussy. He backed away to release her ankles and her arms twisted behind his neck, but he evaded her grasp.
"Don't leave,” she whispered.
"Never.” He kissed his way down her body to untie her ankles and pressed his lips to the red marks there. “Never,” he murmured again.
His mouth traveled up, tracing a trail back to her sweet neck, and she sighed. “Anything you say."
He smiled as he reached her cheek and bit her soft skin. “You came without permission, Lee.” Dark promise filled his voice.
She buried her hands in his hair. “Then, I guess you'll have to punish me."
"I'll make you like it,” he whispered as he brushed her lips with his.
"I trust you.” She met his gaze and then smiled slowly. “I like your punishments."
He grinned. “Whatever you need, my love."
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The Secret She Keeps
by
Jennifer Leeland
Tessa Aden has it all ... a great job, good friends, and a fantastic boyfriend. She just has one problem, she's never had an orgasm during sex. When Zac misinterprets an Instant Message from a friend as a complaint about his technique in the bedroom, she'd rather let him walk away than admit her dark desires.
Fearing she wouldn't understand his dominant nature, Zac Shandler gave up the BDSM lifestyle to be a part of Tessa's vanilla life. Yet he seems to be losing her anyway. Will Zac put his heart on the line to claim Tessa's love and finally force her to reveal the secret she keeps?
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Chapter One
She was so close!
The spiraling pressure in Tessa Aden's body built to a fever pitch and sweat glided down her temple. She clutched the cotton sheets to keep from sliding into the headboard as Zac rammed his cock deep into her pussy.
His hand released its tight grip on her hip, and his palm connected with her upper thigh. Her body jerked, and she stilled as shock and pleasure burned from where he had smacked her to her core. Almost immediately, his touch lightened, softened, his pace slowed.
No! No! Hit me again!
He felt so good inside her but...
Fuck me harder, harder, harder.
She couldn't say the words.
It had happened again. As always, Tessa glimpsed the cliff, the height of pleasure, but couldn't get over it. Once again, she was left frustrated.
It didn't matter that Zac seemed unwilling to give up. The frantic passion that brought them to this moment, in her bed, increased. He'd shown up on her door and swept her in his arms with no words, no discussion. He'd patiently, but insistently, coaxed her until she was strung as tight as a violin. He took his time to make her burn for him, need him. But the ultimate prize eluded them both.
His blond hair was skewed and gorgeous; his gaze scorched her face as he continued to slide in and out of her body.
She grasped his head and met him thrust for thrust. His back stiffened, and he tossed his head back as he let go of his release. Even though she couldn't come, it was a supremely satisfying feeling to feel his hot spray inside her. She sighed with pleasure.
Zac rolled off her and flung his arm over his forehead. As Tessa cuddled up to him, she could tell he was disturbed. They'd been together five months, and she read his body language so well. She knew he was hungry, often before he did. Subtle differences in his facial expression told her when he was tired, frustrated or horny.
His expression at the moment screamed frustration.
Guilt swamped her. He was upset because she hadn't had an orgasm. Ever. Not with him. Not with any man in her entire life. Of course, she hadn't told Zac that fact. After all their time together, she still couldn't seem to bring herself to tell him the truth.
"You're not happy.” His toneless voice startled her out of her thoughts.
"I don't know what you mean.” Looking up at him, she pasted a smile on her face, the same smile she'd worn every time the subject of sex came up. She didn't talk about sex. She just did it. Most men were content with that attitude, but Zac was different.
He lowered his arm, and his green eyes narrowed on her face. “Yes, you do."
Before she could say anything, he turned his back on her and sat up on the side of the bed. Her little apartment became too warm, too confining, even with the cool night air drifting from the bedroom window.
He was wrong. She wasn't unhappy. She
and Zac had so much in common—music, movies, dreams—but there was a serious problem. In bed.
How do you tell a guy that the sex was boring?
Tessa tried to tell herself it didn't matter, but apparently she wasn't hiding it well. It wasn't a new problem. At one time, a few years earlier, she'd wondered if she was gay. When she eliminated that possibility, she wondered if the problem was physical. Not having an orgasm with a partner was weird and difficult to talk about, but unsatisfying sex was no reason to destroy a good relationship.
The worst part was, she couldn't tell him what she wanted.
How many times in the months they'd slept together had she wanted to tell him to bite her or squeeze harder or hold her down? And how many times had the words stuck in her throat and never made it out of her mouth?
"Zac, I don't know what to say. I've loved every minute we've been together."
"Not every minute.” He whipped around and glared at her. “Do you think I don't know?"
Fear gripped her stomach. “Know what?"
"The real reason you don't get off."
She didn't even know the reason. How could Zac know what confounded her? “Oh?"
"If you wanted to be with someone else, you could have told me."
Her mouth dropped open. “What?"
He nodded, as if she'd confirmed his accusation. “I know about Alex."
"What about Alex? I don't understand."
"You really need to watch what you leave open on your computer. I saw what you wrote to him."
"Him?” Realization dawned. Zac thought Alex was another man. “Look Zac, you have it all wrong. Alex is—"
"I saw what you wrote.” His face grew hard and his lips tightened, not with anger but hurt.
Tessa racked her brain. What in the world had she written to Alex? Think, think, think.
Then she remembered. She'd just finished reading a romance novel, and she was complaining about the unrealistic love scenes. She'd mentioned some personal experiences, private stuff. “Sometimes it's easier for me to say things online that I wouldn't say out loud.” The words tumbled out in a rush. “I'm so sorry. I never meant—"
He stood up and began to pull his clothes on. “I kept hoping you'd talk to me, tell me how you felt. You should have told me, not another guy. If there was a problem..."
"There's no problem.” Her face grew hot with the lie, but she just couldn't discuss this.
His brows shot up. “No problem? Honey, I don't do it for you.” He studied her for a moment. “Is this guy the reason you don't have an orgasm with me?"
"No, it's not. Zac—” She stopped. He waited. As she gazed at his handsome face, she wondered what he saw in her. “You do it for me. You really do."
A snort exploded from him. “Right."
How could she talk about something she didn't understand? How could she admit things she thought were sick and twisted? Even online, she couldn't admit her defect. Her aberration. Another failure. Maybe it's best to end this now. “Everything else is great, Zac. It doesn't matter if the sex isn't."
Tessa knew exactly what she was saying. And that he'd walk out. Any man would.
The silence between them grew painful.
He took a deep breath. “I think it's best if I leave now."
Zac was everything she'd ever needed. Yet, there was something missing in her that kept her from physically connecting with another human being. Something deviant.
Maybe it was best to let him go. He deserved a woman who could please him, one who didn't demand dark fantasies to have an orgasm.
"Yes, I think it is.” She got the words out somehow.
The expression on his face didn't alter. He only nodded and turned toward the door. “I really thought we knew each other."
He yanked on the doorknob and stormed out.
Tessa collapsed beneath her blankets and covered her face with her hands. “How could we?"
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