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An
Excerpt From: Surrender
©
Copyright Lora Leigh, 2003.
All
Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.
CHAPTER
ONE
“Tess, you coming to my party?” It was her father’s
voice on her answering machine that finally roused her from
sleep. “You better be here, girl. I’m tired of you staying
away. You call me back.”
The line disconnected. Tess sighed as she opened her
eyes. She would have preferred the dream to the stark loneliness
that awaited her when she opened her eyes. At least there, even
in the dark, frightening abyss of desires too dark to name, she
had a purpose, rather than her fears.
She stared down at the large stuffed gorilla she clutched
to her chest in her sleep. A present from her father when she
left with her mother. Something to keep the bad dreams away, he
had said sadly, even though she had been an adult. Tess often
had bad dreams.
Perhaps
she shouldn’t have left as well, Tess often thought. She was
just entering college at the time, and could have made her own
choice. But her mother had needed her. Or Tess had thought she
did. Now she wasn’t certain if her mother needed her, or
merely needed to control her.
“Tess, you awake now?” Her mother, Ella James called
from the bottom of the downstairs hallway, her voice barely
penetrating the distance.
Tess had installed her own phone line straight out of
college and moved her bedroom to the upper floor where her
mother rarely ventured. She needed her privacy, and her mother
was prone to butt in wherever she could. The stairs kept her
from venturing into Tess’s privacy very often.
“Yeah, Mom. I’m awake,” she yelled back, rising
from bed, imagining her mother’s moue of distaste. It was
Saturday, for God’s sake. She was entitled to sleep in. She
could just imagine her mother’s expression if she knew it was
her father’s call that woke her.
Resigned, Tess got of bed and headed for the shower.
Tess was well aware of her mother’s disgust for her
father’s lifestyle. Jason Delacourte didn’t stay home or
keep regular hours or play the nine to five game. He owned a
national electronics corporation and lived the lifestyle he
chose. He gave dinners, attended charities and threw yearly
parties. Ella preferred her books and her quiet and anything
that didn’t involve a man. She had done her best to raise her
daughter the same way.
Tess did hate parties. She always had and she knew she
always would. She invariably ended up going alone. Always ended
up leaving alone. Parties jinxed her. Men jinxed her, they had
for years. But she was committed to this party. She had
promised. What could she do but get ready to go?
She grimaced, confused as she pondered her lack of a love
life. Or perhaps sex life. She wasn’t a great believer in love
or the happily ever after stuff. She had rarely seen it work,
her own parents were an example of that one. And her father’s
second marriage seemed more rocky than solid.
She frowned as she usually did when she thought of her
father’s new wife. Well, perhaps not new. Jason Delacourte,
her father, had been married for nearly three years now to
Melissa. The woman still insisted that everyone call her Missy.
As though she were still a teenager. Tess snarled with distaste.
Of course, the woman was barely thirty-five, ten years younger
than her father, and nearly ten years older then Tess. The least
he could have done, she sniped silently, was marry a woman
closer to his own age.
She could barely tolerate being in the same room with
‘Missy’. The woman gave dumb blonde a new meaning. How she
managed to be related to a man touted as a genius, Tess had no
idea. But she was. Cole Andrews was Missy’s brother, and
Tess’s father swore Cole had moved Delacourte Electronics into
the financial sphere it now enjoyed as one of the leading
electronic manufacturers.
The thought of him caused mixed reactions in Tess,
though.
Cole was six feet three inches of hard packed muscle and
dark, brooding good looks with a cynical, mocking attitude that
drove her crazy. His kisses were the stuff dreams were made of.
His fingers were wicked instruments of torturous pleasure; his
lips were capable of throwing her into a hypnotic trance when
they touched her.
She suppressed a sigh. No man kissed as good as Cole
Andrews. It should be a crime that one man should ooze so much
sex appeal, and be such an asshole to boot. And it was really a
crime that she couldn’t get past that one stolen kiss long
enough to enjoy any others.
After showering, she quickly blow dried her hair, sighing
as she swiped the brush through her shoulder-length black hair
one last time before turning back to the open doors of her large
closet. She had enough clothes. One thing her father had always
done was made certain she was well provided for.
Elementary school teachers didn’t make a lot in terms
of money, and it wasn’t the glamorous job Jason Delacourte had
always thought his daughter should hold, but it was what she
wanted to do. Besides, it kept her out of the social sphere her
stepmother and Cole Andrews moved in. That was a big enough plus
to keep her there.
But, she had promised her father she would stay with him
for this one week. That she would take the time off work and
return to the large family home she had grown up in before his
divorce from her mother, and she would try to be his daughter.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, she thought as
she packed her suitcase. She did. She loved her father terribly,
but Cole was at the house. He stayed there often, and it was
Cole she needed to avoid.
After packing the more casual clothes she would need and
her treasured, hidden vibrator, Tess moved back to her closet to
choose what she would wear for the yearly Valentine’s Day
party her father gave. It was also the third year anniversary of
his marriage to Missy. Yeah, she really wanted to celebrate that
one.
She pulled a short, black, silk sheath from the closet
and hung it on the doorknob. From her dresser she pulled out a
black thong, a lacy matching bra, and smoky silk stockings. The
dark colors suited her mood. Valentine’s Day was for lovers,
and Tess didn’t have one. She still didn’t understand why
she was going to this stupid party.
It wasn’t like her father would really miss her. The
house would be packed. They didn’t need her there. She
hadn’t attended one of Missy’s parties in well over a year
now. They were loud, bustling and often turned out a bit too
wild for her tastes. Besides, Cole always ended up bringing his
latest flame, and pissing her off the first hour into it.
His dark blue eyes would watch her, faintly cynical,
always glittering with interest while the bimbos at his side
simpered adoringly. She snorted. If she had to simper to hold
him, well then—
She sighed desolately. She would probably simper if she
thought it would help. If she could learn how. Her mouth always
seemed to get the better of her though. His general air of
superiority just grated on her. Ever since that first kiss, his
hard body holding her captive against the wall as he whispered
what he wanted in her ear. Her body had sung in agreement, her
mind, shocked and dazed from the images, had kicked in with an
instant defense: her smart mouth.
It had been over two years.
She sat down on the bed, still naked, her cunt wet,
throbbing at the memory.
“Can you take the heat, baby?” he had whispered to
her, holding her against the wall as he ground his cock between
her thighs. “I won’t lie to you, Tess. I want you bad. But
I’m not one of your little college boys that you can mess
with. I want you tied to my bed, screaming, begging for me. I
want to pump my dick in that tight little ass of yours, I want
to watch your face while I’m buried there and I fuck you with
a dildo bought just for that tight cunt of yours.”
She shook now in remembered arousal and hot desperate
need.
“Sure,” she had bit out. “And then I can fuck your
ass next!”
He had had the nerve to laugh at her. Laugh at her as his
fingers sank into the wet, tight grip of her pussy and her
orgasm rippled over her body. She’d gasped, feeling the slick
heat as it pulsed through her vagina, washing over his fingers.
Then he had slid them down to the tight little hole he had
promised to fuck, one finger sinking in to its first knuckle,
sending a flare of pain through her body that she had enjoyed
too much to be comfortable with.
Tess remembered her fear, throbbing as hot as her lust.
She had pushed him away, trembling, unfamiliar with the hot
pulse of hunger that had flared in her, unlike anything she had
known before. And he had watched her, his cock a thick, hard
outline beneath his pants, his eyes dark as she stood before him
trembling.
“Pervert!” she had accused him.
His lips had quirked, his eyes flaring in anger.
“And you?” he asked her. “What does that make you,
baby? Because sooner or later, you’ll have to admit you want
it.”
“What, raped?” she had bit out.
His eyes suddenly softened, a strange smile quirking his
lips.
“Never rape, Tess. You’ll beg me for it. Because we
both know you want it as much as I do. My cock sliding up your
tight ass while you scream for me to stop, then screaming for me
to never stop. You’re mine Tess, and I know what it takes to
give you what you need. When you’re ready to accept that, let
me know.”
Tess shook her head. Wanting it and accepting it were two
different things. She had dreamed of it ever since, too
humiliated to ask him for it, and he refused to offer a second
time.
She touched her smooth, waxed pussy, her eyes closing as
she lay back on the bed. The thought of what he wanted terrified
her, yet it aroused her to the point of pain. The thought of his
cock, so thick and hard, easing into her ass as he penetrated
her wet, pleading cunt with a dildo, her tied down, unable to
fight, unable to escape whatever he desired, had her soaked with
need. He wouldn’t hurt her. She knew enough about Cole to know
he would never hurt her, but he could show her things she
wasn’t sure she was ready to know about herself. He could show
her a part of herself that she wasn’t certain she could
handle. That was a frightening thought.
Her fingers eased through the shallow, narrow crease of
her cunt, circled her clit. He had promised to eat her there. To
run his tongue around her clit, suck it, eat her like honey, a
lick at a time. She shuddered, moaning, imagining her finger was
his tongue, licking at her cunt, lapping at the slick heat that
soaked her pussy. She circled her clit, whispering his name,
then moved her fingers back down to the desperate ache in her
vagina. She penetrated the tight channel with two of her
fingers, biting her lip, wondering how thick and long Cole’s
fingers would be inside her. He had such a big hands, he would
fill her, make her scream for more.
He had whispered the dark promise that he would fuck her
ass, take her there, make her scream for him. She bit her lips,
her fingers moving, one inserting into that tiny, dark hole
while she wished she hadn’t packed her vibrator so quickly. As
her finger passed the tight entrance, another sinking into her
vagina, Tess whimpered. She could hear his voice in the back of
her mind, feel his finger, thicker than hers, spearing a dart of
pleasurable pain through her as he pierced her ass. And he had
told her, warned her he would fuck her there.
Her hips pumped involuntarily at the thought, the fingers
of her other hand pinched her nipple as he had. Almost too hard,
creating a burst of fire, of pleasure/pain that had her gasping
in mindless pursuit of her orgasm. Her knees bent, her hips
thrusting harder against her own fingers as she imagined Cole
between her thighs, licking her, fucking her with his fingers,
driving her over the edge as they fucked into her; her cunt, her
ass, until—
She cried out as the soft ripples of release washed over
her. Her vagina clenched on her fingers, her womb trembling with
pleasure. It wasn’t the release she had experienced with
Cole’s fingers or her vibrator, but it took the edge off the
lust that seemed to only grow over time...
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