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 br**sts.

“Jesse.” Her whimper was part fear, part incredible need as his tongue began to lick, his lips to suckle until her ni**les stood out hard and aching from the mounds of her br**sts.

“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 pu**y 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 ni**les 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 pu**y 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 f**king your sweet ass, Terrie?”

Chapter Fourteen

Terrie whimpered. Her muscles clenched around the plug that stretched her, anticipating the harder, hotter invasion of his thick c**k inside her. Her bu**ocks were hot from the fiery sting of his hand, her cunt an inferno of unslaked arousal.

“Mine,” he whispered again as his mouth feathered over the heated curve of one buttock, causing her to jerk at the pleasure ricocheting through her system. “But first, I want you ready for me.”

He moved between her thighs, his hand at her hip, urging her to raise herself further. Terrie clenched her fists into the coverlet over the couch, bending her knees to raise herself to him. His hard, tight moan of approval had her juices spilling copiously from her hot pu**y.

Terrie shuddered as she felt his fingers grip the base of the plug before moving it slowly from her body. The wide anchor stretched her heatedly, causing her to whimper in growing arousal then in loss as it slid completely from her. But Jesse had no intentions of leaving her wanting.

She heard him moving. Heard the cap on the tube of lubrication gel snap, then felt the thick application of it at her back entrance as his fingers pushed inside her briefly.

“I wanted to start easy,” he whispered as his arm hooked around her waist to draw her back with him as he half reclined against the couch behind her. “First the dildo and me, then we’ll advance, but I don’t think I can wait, Terrie.”

She struggled for a sense of balance as his hands moved her, bringing her over his hips, placing her legs on each side of him, her back to him as his c**k nudged at her anal opening.

She shuddered, her hands gripping his wrists where they held her waist, her rear entrance fluttering open as he pressed his c**k into it.

“Oh God, Jesse!” She could feel the thick flesh of her anus opening to the flared head of his c**k as he pressed her closer.

Heat shot through her pu**y, her rectum and up her spine as she felt her muscles part slowly for him. The hard bite of pain, the fiery wash of arousal, all combining to push her past her preconceived notions of lust. The need was like a demon inside her, fighting to be free as Jesse slowly slid into the well-greased channel.

She chanted his name as she felt each inch slip into her ass. Deliberately, slowly.

“Terrie, you’re so tight,” he whispered as the bulging head finally pressed home. “So hot and sweet, baby.”

She screamed. She couldn’t help it. His c**k slid to the hilt inside her in one smooth stroke, forging into her hot ass as pleasure/pain whipped violently through her body. She could feel the juices dripping from her cunt, her clamped ni**les throbbing in response as he drew her back against his chest.

“Easy, baby.” He pressed kisses to her shoulder, his tongue stroking her flesh. “Just a minute, baby. Just get used to it. It’s okay.”

She was gasping, but not just in pain, though the pressure was biting. In pleasure. In an agony of need. She could feel her orgasm building in her very womb.

“Jesse, help me,” she whispered desperately, the fingers of one hand going to her pu**y, circling her swollen clit as she undulated against him.

Oh God. That was good. She moved again, one foot slipping to the floor to anchor her as her body arched in reflex, driving his c**k deeper inside her as she changed position.

She was sobbing with the pleasure now, her fingers moving frantically to the entrance of her aching pu**y only to have Jesse catch them, hold them back as his hips flexed, pulling his c**k back mere inches and then driving it forward again.

She writhed on the impalement, fighting to free her hands as harsh cries fell from her lips. She was so hot, so aroused she felt as though she would burst into flames at any minute.