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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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Chapter Six
    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,