Lora Leigh - Seduction

“This is insanity,” she gasped, her breasts heaving as his gaze watched the hard-tipped mounds with sexual intensity.

She could feel the weight of the ring in her nipple and her clit, rasping against the sensitivity of each area.

“No, waiting this long was insanity,” he growled. “Waiting on you to forget Thomas’s stupidity and to see how desperately I’ve craved you was insanity. I’m about to get real damned smart and do something about it now.”

“And if I don’t want it?” she questioned desperately. Like that was going to happen in this lifetime.

“Oh, you want it,” he told her, stalking closer to her as she backed away from him uneasily. “That pretty, bare cunt of yours is glistening with how bad you want it. And I’m more than happy to give it to you.”

She knew he was right, but damn him, he didn’t have to be so sure of himself.

“You should wait until it’s offered,” she said, trying to sneer.

He laughed. A low, deep vibration of humor that speared through her cunt. Oh hell, she thought, she was a goner. She backed away further as he came too close, only to bump against the bed with a gasp. He stopped, inches from her, staring down at her with naked, carnal intent as he reached around her. Her eyes widened as he glanced down at the silk stockings he held in his hand. Stockings she had left there the day before after removing them.

Terrie swallowed tightly. She was afraid to know what was going through his mind at that moment.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered her roughly.

Her eyes narrowed on him. The blood was rushing through her system from the chase, the arousal, the forbidden potency of his dominance.

“Make me,” she snarled. She wasn’t in the mood to submit to anything.

Uh oh. Satisfaction lit his eyes in a blaze of lust so intense it nearly seared her.

“I can,” he assured her, his voice dark, sexy. “But you can never go back, Terrie. Once you get a taste of the forbidden, you’ll only need more.”

And he was forbidden. She stared up at him, sensual terror washing over her in waves. Could she handle him? She had always known she couldn’t, so what the hell was she doing here now?

As she watched him, he turned from her abruptly, striding quickly to her dresser. Terrie’s eyes widened as he started pulling out drawers, one after the other, until he found what he wanted. The breath left her body when he turned back to her, another pair of her silk stockings gripped in his hand.

She swallowed tightly.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered her again.

“Like I said; make me.” She braced her body for the struggle to come.

Her cunt was aflame, burning her with need. Sexual intent filled his expression—dark, glittering with purpose as he stared at her, gauging her mood. Then, he smiled again.

Terrie darted away from the bed. She would be damned if she would make it easy for him. But just as she feared, there was little fight involved. His arms came around her, his heavier, muscular body controlling her easily as she struggled against him. She kicked out at him, gasping as her hands went to the hard arms encircling her waist as he wrestled her to the bed.

She cursed; Jesse only chuckled. He threw her to the bed, dodging her fists and her half-hearted kicks as he secured first one wrist then the other to the metal bars of her headboard with soft, silken ties. When he had that accomplished, he moved to her feet.

Terrie kicked at his hands, her body bouncing on the bed as she fought to keep him from securing her feet with the soft stockings before he tied the end to the bed.

When he finished, they were both breathing fast, rough, filling the room with the overwhelming scent of primitive, sexual needs. He stood back from her then, one hand going to his cock, massaging it as he watched her.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he growled. “Seeing you spread out before me, unable to fight me, unable to deny me.”

“Pervert,” she snarled.

He chuckled. “Nympho. You love it, Terrie. Your pussy is so hot and wet I swear I think I see steam rising from it.”

Terrie wouldn’t doubt it. The heavy, intense ache pulsed in her clit, clenched her womb. She was so horny she felt as though she was going to disintegrate with the need.

He moved to the bed then, lying down beside her, propping his head up with one hand as he watched her. The other smoothed across her abdomen as the muscles there clenched in excitement.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he told her, his voice soft, throbbing with lust. “Even before that stupid brother of mine fucked up, I dreamed of having you like this. Tied down, your eyes big with excitement and apprehension, the sweet scent of your arousal tempting my senses.”

“This won’t work, Jesse.” Anticipation warred with hesitancy. She had known Jesse was more man than she could handle, that his needs and his tastes could not be satisfied by her.

He liked strong, confident women. Women who could fight him, stand up to him sexually. A partner as tempestuous as he was in bed. Terrie wanted his dominance. She wanted to be made to submit to needs that even she couldn’t fantasize of in full detail.

“I think it’s working out just fine,” he grinned down at her, his hand cupping her breast, his finger tweaking the hard nipple then making her moan helplessly as he tugged at the ring piercing it.

Her breath caught in her throat as the caress speared to her cunt. Intense, fiery, that little pinch of pain nearly had her body exploding in ecstasy.

“Untie me. We’ll call it quits here and just forget this ever happened,” she gasped as his head lowered to her breast.

He halted, his eyes rising to her.

“Baby, don’t take me for a fool,” he grinned. “I have you right where I want you. I have no intentions of letting you go now.”

Terrie struggled against her bonds, frightened by the arousal that rose inside her as she realized she was well and truly helpless before him. As she watched in dazed fascination, his head lowered further, his tongue reaching out to lick a hard, distended nipple carefully.

“You taste good,” he whispered, his lips moving against the hard point, driving her crazy with the need to have him take it into his hot mouth and suckle her strong, deep. “You need clamps for these pretty nipples. Nice and snug. Something that will drive you over the edge with the fire they start.”

Her eyes widened. Clamps? Then a sharp, surprised moan issued from her throat as his grip tightened on her nipple, his fingers tugging at the small gold ring there and his teeth worried the other. Just enough pressure to burn with an erotic flame that danced down her spine.

“Like that, baby?” he whispered as his head rose. “A clamp would keep the pressure, make you so crazy that your sweet pussy would gush with your juices. And I’d be there between your thighs, lapping up every delicious drop.”

Her hips jerked, a convulsive shudder sweeping through her body at the image he induced. Watching her closely, his gaze went to the flaming curves of her cunt. Terrie watched as his eyes darkened, heated when his fingers met the thick juice that pooled between her spread thighs and coated her bare pussy. They slid through her narrow slit, circled the entrance to her vagina, then continued down to the tightly closed anal opening.

“No.” Her shocked whisper had him halting, the tip of his finger stretching her tight entrance erotically.

“No?” he asked her, going no further, tempting her with the forbidden, sensual bite of pain his finger had produced. “I want to fuck you there, Terrie. Not now, not today, but soon. I want to teach you how to prepare yourself for me, how to prepare your body for my cock tunneling into that tight little hole.”