Free Tell Me No Lies by Delphine Dryden Page A

herself,
flesh and blood, giving herself up at last.
    He would test her. He would push her. He might break her if
he wasn’t careful. But he might not. She was made of strong stuff, or at least
she used to be. She was clearly a natural at this. If he could have Tess, have
her this way, she would be the Tess of his imagination.
    Jake tossed the flogger on the bed, reaching for the supple
rattan cane. He remained next to Tess, watching her serene profile as he
fingered the slim implement delicately, a maestro preparing to tune up. Then he
made it sing, a whistling note through the air, a muted crack on Tess’ flesh,
her almost-scream of indrawn breath as her head snapped up, eyes wide.
    Too much , the rational part of him assessed. Too
much for her first time . Deeper color bloomed across Tess’ backside, and
Jake’s cock swelled as quickly as the welt on that already-tender flesh. Her
groan masked his. He waited for the safeword, holding his breath until it was
clear the word wasn’t coming.
    “Five total. That was one,” he told her, as much to limit
himself as to reassure her. She was coherent enough to nod, despite the haze of
apparent subspace clouding her features.
    He wanted her now. His cock strained against the fly of his
jeans. Now, now, now , it demanded. Jake stepped behind her again and
could see her cunt, rosy and wet.
    “Two.” A whistle and pop, another red stripe.
    Three and four, the tops of her thighs, each mark punctuated
by a scream. Jake had no close neighbors, fortunately. The closest was Tess.
    “Five,” he whispered, shifting his grip on the cane’s handle
and bringing it up smartly between Tess’ legs, tapping against her pussy and
clit.
    She jerked against the cuffs and started to pant, straining
back toward him as much as she could in her current position.
    Jake had his cock out and a condom on in seconds flat. He
didn’t bother with untying, just yanked the hook off the rail, freeing her
hands to let her flop forward at the hips. She bounced gently against the bed,
then he was buried to the balls inside her before he could even pause enough to
think he might want to savor that moment. Tease her, tease himself. Draw it
out.
    Tess was already shuddering and spasming around him, her
guttural moans as she came hard serving as a spur to Jake’s own pleasure. It
hadn’t needed one. He came after a few rough strokes, riding the orgasm out
with teeth clenched until Tess’ cries eased and her body grew soft beneath his.
    He fell forward, sides heaving, covering her.
    Holy fuck, what was that?
    Perhaps Tess knew what it was. But when Jake pulled back to
ask her, he saw he would have to wait. She didn’t look up to a conversation.
She barely looked conscious. And, he reminded himself, she wasn’t supposed to
talk. Which had been a pretty stupid dare on his part but it was too late to
rethink it now.
    He stood up reluctantly, dealt with the condom and took his
pants off, then set about freeing the limp, half-asleep Tess from her
restraints by removing the tethers and shifting her all the way onto the bed.
He left the cuffs in place on her ankles but untied her wrists. Tess lay
quietly, sated and smiling, as he put away his first set of toys and pulled out
another assortment, arranging them on the nightstand. She showed more interest
when he started arranging her , his new favorite toy. Arms to her sides.
Legs wide apart and slightly bent.
    Tess tried to bring her knees together, and Jake corrected
her with a sharp slap to her inner thigh.
    “No. Keep them where I put them.”
    Her eyes blinked all the way open and she stared at him for
a moment. Not challenging, he thought. She was still in a different headspace,
still zoned out, and needed time to process what he said. After a few seconds
she smiled again, nodded and let her legs fall open. Relaxed. Trusting.
Beautiful.
    Jake’s cock twitched, already working itself up for another
round. Plans started to coalesce in his minds, all the