Tell Me No Lies by Delphine Dryden Page B

clearly enjoying
it, Jake had to look away to keep from groaning.
    After fitting the cross piece back onto the frame in front
of Tess’s hips with a few more careful adjustments, Jake tilted the vibrator
firmly against Tess’ clit, pulling her skin taut above it to ensure as much
direct contact as possible. Once the bracket’s clamps were tightened the vibe
was solid as a rock, and if Tess struggled to pull away she wouldn’t get very
far. Only as far up as her toes would take her, and that would only work the
dildo in her pussy, providing another kind of maddening stimulation.
    “How long will you last, I wonder?” he speculated as he
fiddled with the clamps then stood back to grab the timer. “Five minutes?
Seven? Let’s go for seven. But you’ll be screaming Wildcats at five.”
    She scowled at him, not looking submissive at all, but
beautiful…all rosy cheeks and pouting lips whose natural color echoed the
deeper rose of her tight nipples. She was still working the cock, maybe not
even thinking about it, rolling her hips and flexing her toes every few seconds
to shift her position. Some day he would keep her on the frame like that for an
hour or so while he watched football. No vibrator, just Tess cuffed in a
spread-eagle, impaled on a monster dildo, trying to get herself off and cursing
his name. That would be a perfect day for the ball gag. Halftime would be one
hell of a party.
    But right now he wanted to see her stripped bare, a writhing
mess of pure reaction. Not a victim of her own emotional turmoil, this time,
but of her own pleasure taken to extremes. He wanted to show her part of
herself she’d never seen, and in the process claim that part as its rightful
lord and master.
    “You still have no idea what’s coming, do you?” She shook
her head, dark hair falling across her face. Jake leaned over the contraption
and pressed a kiss to Tess’ lips. “Remember Mr. Weber had that sign up in the
yearbook office, ‘May you live in interesting times’? And every year the
freshmen had to write an essay about why that was a curse?”
    Tess nodded, smiling. Of course she remembered. They had
spent four years hanging around in that office. They had taken Mr. Weber’s
social studies class together as freshmen.
    Jake started the egg timer and put his hand on the vibe,
thumb over the switch. “This will be interesting.”
    * * * * *
    She’d braced herself for a buzz, high and intense like the
frequency of the adorable purple bullet vibe she had at home. This was
different from her little vibe, in the sense that a full symphony orchestra is
different from a dude playing harmonica in the subway. The vibration was deep,
a thrumming that went straight down to her bones. And the vibe’s head was so
broad she couldn’t ease the pressure on any part of her clit by rocking against
it.
    It wasn’t even sexy so much as clinical, the way the orgasm
built itself up immediately. Tess felt like she’d been directly wired to a machine,
something programmed to take control of her body and produce a climax whether
she was in the mood or not. It felt good, but oddly coercive. Too good,
too fast.
    Standing on her toes helped at first, but the delicious
slide of the dildo inside her ramped her arousal up even faster, and she
realized her mistake when she started to lower herself to relieve the trembling
strain in her calves. She had to bring her weight against the vibrator fully while that thing was sliding back into her. Assault on two fronts. Instinctively she
reared up again then whimpered as she faced the same dilemma.
    Blood rushed to her face and chest as the pleasure forced
its way to completion. She looked for Jake and found him leaning on the arm of
the sectional, arms folded over his chest, observing her with what looked like
absolute calm and amusement.
    Fuck you , she thought at him, as the realization
dawned that he knew exactly what this would do to her, that he knew she’d gone
into it blind, that—
    It hit