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plunged into her mouth. She was heat and anger, and desperate, hungry lust. She

groaned into the kiss, fighting his hold though her lips opened for his tongue, then

suckled it tight into her mouth.

James groaned, his cock jerking beneath his zipper at the thought of her mouth

enclosing it in such hot pleasure. But for now, his mouth had her, and the taste of her

was indescribable. Sweet and warm, filled with the heady, aroused whimpers of a

woman overcome with her own desires, pleasured, hungry for more.

He allowed his tongue to stroke the inside of her mouth, to twine with hers as his

head slanted, angling closer to allow his lips to stroke hers. She was trembling in his

arms, and he knew her pussy would be dripping, wet and aching. And tight. He

groaned at the thought of that as he lifted her closer. She had been so tight on that

damned slender vibrator that he could barely fuck her with it. She would strangle his

cock. His body tensed, his tongue fucking her mouth as she growled in greedy passion

beneath his kiss.

He couldn’t get enough of her. She arched to him, her breasts unconfined beneath

the loose silk shirt she wore, her pants-covered thighs plastered to his as she pressed

her mound hard against the thick erection beneath his slacks. The soft cotton pants she

wore would do her little good, he promised himself. She would soak them with the

juices from her sweet little cunt just as she had the silk slacks.

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With a muttered groan he pulled back from the kiss and stared into her face. Her

eyes were dazed, her expression slack with sensual need. He could have her now if he

was willing to take her. To give her no time for thought, to allow her to believe he had

forced the control from her as he had in the bedroom. That would only hurt his intent. It

would do nothing to further his own personal goals.

“Enough,” he growled, holding onto her as he pushed her into the recliner at his

side. “Sit there. And don’t get up, Ella, or I promise, you’ll regret it,” he warned her as

she made to do just that.

Evidently she heard the strain of his own fight for control in his voice. She pressed

herself tighter against the back of the chair, staring up at him with wide eyes.

James drew in a tight breath. His cock throbbed beneath his pants, pleading for a

touch, no matter how timid, no matter how forced. He gritted his teeth and moved back

from her.

“Ten years,” he bit out, watching her broodingly. “I’ve wanted you for ten years,

Ella, and I’m tired of fighting it.”

She shook her head, shock darkening her eyes. “That’s not possible.” Her voice was

thready, desperate.

“Oh, it’s more than possible.” Disgust welled inside him. “I’ve wanted you until I

could barely breathe, ever since I walked into that damned house of Jase’s and saw all

that careful control as you fought to give him at least part of what he wanted.”

Her face flamed and her eyes looked wild.

“Did you think I couldn’t see who you were, Ella? Every time I saw you, you

watched me as though you were terrified. Your nipples would harden, your face would

flush, and I knew you wanted me. Me, Ella. And I fought it, fought it just as fucking

hard as you did until I walked into that playroom.”

He remembered it clearly. Seeing her strapped down on the cot, unaroused, but

trying, as Jase fought to pleasure her. He had seen her small cunt; dry yet looking so

soft, so tender, as Jase touched it. Then she had seen him. She had fought Jase,

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screaming at him, crying, but James had watched her cunt. And within seconds it had

glistened, her juices spreading over the delicate lips.

He had left. Turned and stalked from the room because he couldn’t stand to see her

lying there, crying brokenly as she cursed her husband. Jase had given up. He hadn’t

loved her, and James knew it. What he needed sexually drove him, until he began to

bring other women to his bed as his wife moved to the solitary comfort of a downstairs

bedroom.

Never in my home. Never again,
she had said earlier. He had seen the humiliation

flash in her gaze. Jase had brought other women to her home, had taken them to his

bed, destroying the pride that was so much a part of her.

“I want you to leave.” Her voice quivered as she crossed her arms beneath her

breasts, refusing to look at him. “I want you to leave now.”

James snorted. “Do you enjoy wasting your breath, Ella? You don’t want me to

leave. You’re just too fucking scared for me to stay.”

“No.” She shook her head desperately.

“Yes,” he all but snarled. “Prove it then. Stand up, Ella, and drop those pants. Let

me sink my fingers into that tight cunt and see if you’re still wet and ready for me,

because I bet you are. I bet you would come again, Ella…”

“Stop it.” She jerked to her feet, her voice raspy, hoarse. “You’re younger…”

“I’ll fuck you harder than any man your own age could ever hope to.” He stood in

front of her, staring down at her furiously. “Better yet, Ella, I’ll fuck you like you need

it. I’ll make all those nasty little fantasies of yours reality, and then I’ll teach you some

you could have never imagined.”

“I won’t listen to this,” she raged heatedly. “I let you come into my house as a

guest…”

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“And I’ll come in your pussy as your lover,” he bit out, breaking over her outraged

declaration. “Your pussy, your mouth, your ass. Wherever I can get my cock in, Ella, I’ll

fuck you until I can fill every inch of your body with my cum.”

She collapsed back in the chair. He could see her trembling, fighting herself as well

as him.

“But we both know it’s not that easy, don’t we, baby?” He stooped in front of her,

his hands going to the button of her pants. “We both know that what I want will be

more intense, and a hell of a lot more serious than anything Jase ever asked of you, and

that’s what’s scaring the hell out of you.”

“James.” Her hand covered his as her voice broke. “Don’t do this to me, please.”

“Don’t do what, Ella?” he asked her, tenderness—fuck,
love
—welling inside him so

deep, so strong it nearly strangled him. “Don’t give you what you need? Don’t satisfy

your fantasies, your desires? Don’t show you how damned good it’s going to hurt when

my cock pushes inside your tight pussy? Sorry, baby, but I think I just reached the end

of my control. I won’t let you run anymore.”

* * * * *

Ella watched James, seeing the determination in his eyes, the lust that flushed his

face, tightened his features, and she couldn’t find the words to fight him. She trembled

before him instead, her body still weak, still vibrating in longing after the climax he had

given her earlier. She needed more. Her thighs trembled, her cunt gushing her juices as

she tried to find a way to make him leave.

She could make him. She could call the police and he wouldn’t stop her. She could

have him thrown out. She could scream if she could find the breath after that kiss. But

she knew she couldn’t bear to see him dragged away. Couldn’t bear the humiliation she

knew he would face. But she couldn’t give in to him either. She wouldn’t give in to him.

At least, not entirely.

“Just us,” she finally whispered, trembling. “Just sex.”

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His whole body tightened. She had expected him to finish removing her pants, to

give her what she needed. She didn’t expect him to draw away from her.

“I take control,” he said broodingly. “Whatever I want to give you, Ella, however I

want to give it.”

“My terms,” she bit out desperately, then watched in horror as he shook his head

slowly.

“No, Ella. My terms as my woman. Your choice.”

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My terms as my woman. Your choice.
The words resounded in her head that night and

all the next day. James was the head corporate lawyer for Delacourte Electronics, and

with the growth of Jase’s business, she knew he often put in long hours working, both

in the office and at home, she guessed. That left the house silent and lonely that next

day.

She wandered through the rooms, tired from the restlessness of her sleep the night

before, and torn between her desires and his. She remembered clearly Jase’s demented

sexual games. Not that any of them made sense to her at the time. What was the

purpose in tying a woman down? Unless your fantasy was rape, which he always

swore wasn’t true. She hadn’t had a clue until James walked into that damned room

and stared with flaring lust at her naked, bound body.

Ella remembered, clearly, her own agonizing humiliation. Spread open while her

husband touched her, as she fought to find arousal in the game he wanted to play. But

there had been none. Nothing until James’ eyes had centered on her thighs, spearing

past her boredom with an instant, flaring heat. She had creamed herself in seconds, and

the terror that Jase, or even James would realize it, had nearly destroyed her.

She sighed morosely as she walked out to the back porch and threw herself into one

of the padded loungers there. The late afternoon sun was passing over, but beneath the

cool shelter of the low trees and thick vines that wrapped around the porch, Ella was

spared the blinding heat. The outer heat. Her inner heat was killing her.

She had finally given up on changing panties. After the second pair, she had

thrown her hands up in disgust and stopped. After ten years of no sexual activity, of

fighting her desires and her needs, her body was evidently taking over. It wouldn’t stop

producing the hot, slick fluid that would ease James’ entrance into her tight pussy. And

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it was tight. She shuddered in longing. Tight and greedy, anxious to feel James’ thick,

hard cock sliding into it.

She was losing her mind. She closed her eyes as she tightened her thighs against the

empty ache in the center of her body. Her vibrator had disappeared. She didn’t know

how, or why, but somehow James had managed to steal it, or hide it, because it was no

place to be found. And she needed it.

“You look pretty there, Ella.” She jumped as James stepped to the doorway, staring

at her with those hot, sin-filled eyes.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be working.” She would have

jumped from the lounge chair if he hadn’t moved to stand in front of it.

She stared up at him, fighting to control her breathing as well as the desire that

shook her to her soul.

“I took the rest of the day off.” He shrugged his broad shoulders as he pushed his

hands into the pockets of his pants. The action only drew attention to the thick ridge

beneath the material. “Is your pussy wet?”

Ella blinked as the question took her by surprise.

“Are you insane?” her voice squeaked in shock.

“Most likely,” he growled. “Make me crazier. It’s your chance for revenge, Ella. Tell

me how wet your pussy is.”

She bit her lip, breathing fast and hard as she seriously considered the request.

“Go back to work,” she finally whispered desperately, shaking her head.

“Ella, remember how nice I was to you yesterday when my mouth sucked that

sweet little clit of yours?”

How could she forget?

“I didn’t ask you to break into my room, James.”

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“I want you to suck my cock like that, Ella. While you’re tied belly down on my

bed, my cock thrusting slow and easy in your mouth and I inflate the plug I’m going to

push up your sweet, virgin ass.”

“Stop. Why are you doing this to me?” Her pussy was gushing between her thighs,

so hot it felt blistered by her need. “For God’s sake, James, surely you can find someone

to fuck. Do you have to torture me this way?”

She pushed her fingers through her loose hair, feeling the silky strands brush her

shoulders, almost shivering at the caress against her ultra sensitive flesh. She was being

driven crazy, and he knew it. Maybe it was some kind of messed up mid-life crisis, she

thought desperately. Because she knew her own arousal had never tormented her to

this degree. It was hell and she wanted it to stop. She wanted him to leave. Or did she?

“I won’t waste my breath answering that question,” he bit out as he stooped down

at the end of the lounger. “You want to control it, Ella? Do you really think you can?”

He was so handsome he broke her heart. Hard and toned, his body muscular and so

filled with male grace that it took her breath every time she looked at him. And his face,