Love Wins

When I asked Tess if she was coming to my party, she said, "Well, yes!" The sound of her father's voice on the answering machine was what jolted her out of bed. It's imperative that your presence be known: "Girl, you had better be here. Please come back home; I can't stand it much longer without you. Just give me a ring.

A break in communication occurred. Tess heaved a breath and blinked her eyes open. She wished she could go back to the comfort of the dream instead of the utter isolation that awaited her when she opened her eyes.

At least in that terrifying black hole of unnameable impulses, she was working towards something other than her worst nightmares.

She woke up staring at the huge stuffed gorilla she had been sleeping with. Something her dad gave her before she departed with mom. Even though she was an adult at the time, he had unfortunately advised her to take anything to prevent nightmares. Tess experienced recurring nightmares.

Tess frequently reflected on the possibility that she should not have left, too. She was a freshman in college and had the freedom to choose for herself. Nevertheless, her mum needed her. That's what Tess assumed, at least. She no longer knew if her mother truly needed her or just wanted to keep her under control.

I asked Tess, "Tess, you awake now?" Her mother, Ella James, called from the basement, her voice just audible over the noise.

After graduating from college, Tess set up her own phone line and relocated to the second floor, far from her overprotective mother's gaze. Her mother had a habit of barging in whenever she could, and she needed some alone time. She didn't intrude on Tess's solitude very frequently because of the stairs.

'Yes, Mum. She cried back, "I'm awake," and got out of bed, picturing her mother's disapproving face. Oh, for the love of God, it was Saturday. After all, she deserved a late start to the day. She wondered how her mum would react if she found out it was her dad who woke her up.

Tess got out of bed and resignedly went to take a shower.

Tess knew her mother hated her father's way of life. Forget about Jason Delacourte sticking to a 9-to-5 schedule. He ran an electronics company on a national scale and enjoyed the fruits of his labour. He hosted annual celebrations, hosted meals for charitable organisations, and attended charity events. Ella was more at ease when she was alone, reading, or otherwise avoiding interaction with men. She had done all she could to instill those values in her own daughter.

Tess was not a party person. For as long as she could remember, she had. Her solo excursions were the norm. Never went back with anyone else after leaving. Celebrations cursed her.

Guys had jinxed her for years. Yet, she couldn't skip this celebration. That was her word. She had no choice but to pack her bags and leave.

Surrender, No. 7 - Lora Leigh

With a frown, she wondered why she didn't have a boyfriend. Perhaps a sexual lifestyle.

She had little faith in love and fairytale endings. Her own parents were among the few exceptions she could think of when this approach succeeded. Her father's second marriage also didn't appear to be very stable.

Like always, the thought of her father's new bride caused her to frown. Well, so maybe it's not brand new. Her dad, Jason Delacourte, had been married to her mum, Melissa, for over three years. The lady requested that everybody still call her Missy. like she was in her early twenties again. Tess's disdainful scowl was obvious. She was just 35 years old, which made her younger than Tess's father by ten years and nearly ten years older than Tess herself. She secretly criticised him for not at least marrying someone closer to his own age.

She hated being around "Missy" and would avoid her at all costs. The woman redefined what it meant to be a dumb blonde. Tess didn't understand how she was connected to a man who was widely regarded as a genius. Indeed, she was. Cole Andrews, Missy's brother, was credited by Tess's dad for bringing Delacourte Electronics to the success it enjoys today as a top electronic maker.

While thinking about him, Tess had conflicting emotions.

Cole stood at a towering 6 feet 3 inches tall, and his dark, brooding good looks and cynical, sarcastic demeanour drove her absolutely bonkers. His kisses were more magical than any fairy tale. His lips had the power to hypnotise her, and his fingers were instruments of tortured pleasure.

The sigh that was building within of her was stifled. Cole Andrews was the best kisser of all men. It should be illegal for a single man to possess so much sexual allure while also being such a jerk.

It was cruel that she never got over that one stolen kiss.

She brushed the brush through her black, shoulder-length hair one more time as she sighed and turned back to the open doors of her spacious wardrobe after a quick shower. Her wardrobe was suitably stocked. Her dad always made sure she had enough money to eat.

Although Jason Delacourte had always imagined his daughter working in the entertainment industry, her heart was set on being an elementary school teacher. And it kept her away from the new social scene her stepmother and Cole Andrews had entered. For her, that was a crucial selling point that would convince her to stay.

But, she vowed to her father that she would spend this week with him. That she would take a break from her job to move back in with him and his ex-wife and pretend to be his daughter.

When she zipped up her luggage, she tried to convince herself that it wasn't because she didn't love him. Indeed, she did.

Cole was there, and despite her deep affection for her father, she couldn't be with him. Cole frequently stayed there, and he was the one she needed to stay away from.

Tess returned to her closet after packing her more casual items and her secret vibrator in preparation for her father's annual Lora Leigh Surrender 8 Valentine's Day party. Not only had he been married to Missy for three years, but their wedding anniversary was also happening at the same time. That's right, she was eager to toast her success.

She retrieved a small black silk sheath from the wardrobe and slung it over the handle.

She reached into her dresser drawer and retrieved a black thong, a lacy bra that matched it, and a pair of smoky silk stockings. Her gloomy attitude was reflected in the sombre palette. Tess didn't have a Valentine because she was single. Even now, she had no idea what she was doing at this pointless gathering.

Her father probably wouldn't miss her very much. The place would be swarmed with people. No one could have used her presence. More than a year had passed since she last went to one of Missy's gatherings. She didn't particularly enjoy the way they usually turned out because they were rowdy, chaotic, and loud.

Cole would always show up with his newest girlfriend, just to irritate her within the first hour.

Although the bimbos by his side smirked adoringly, his dark blue eyes would follow her around with a sardonic sparkle. As a result, she snorted. Even if she had to whimper to have him in her arms, she should have done it.

With a heavy sigh, she lamented her disappointment. If she thought it would make a difference, she may even try crying. If only she had the ability to train herself. Even though she tried to control her words, they constantly got away from her. His arrogant attitude was getting on her nerves. Since the very first time they kissed, when his strong frame pressed her up against the wall and he whispered his desires in her ear. Her body had sung its approval, but her mind, stunned by the sights, had immediately mounted a defence.

More than two years had passed.

Naked, with her cunt still wet and throbbing from the memories, she sat down on the bed.

In a low voice, he asked, "Can you take the heat, baby?" as he held her against the wall and crushed his cock between her thighs. Tess, I won't tell you a lie. Really, I need you.

Contrary to what you may think, I am not one of your weaker college students. Please come to my room and beg for me while you are chained to my bed. I want to hear your screams as you bury me alive and fuck you with a dildo that I specifically purchased for your tight cunt.

Now that she was remembering the arousal and the intense need, she was shaking.

She finally dangled the word "sure" before biting out. Then I'll be able to f*ck your a$$!"

Insolently, he had mocked her. Ignore her and laugh as his fingers sink into the tight, wet clasp of her pussy and her orgasm ripples through her body. The silky heat had pulsated through her vagina, washing over his fingers, and she'd moaned at the sensation. Then he pushed his fingers into the tight tiny spot he'd promised to fuck, sinking his first knuckle in and sending a wave of pleasure-inducing pain through her.

Tess recalled her anxiety, which throbbed just as intensely as her lust. She had pushed him away, shaking with the intensity of the yearning that suddenly surged through her. As she stood quaking before him, he had observed her with black eyes and a thick, hard-outlined cock beneath his jeans.

She had called him a "pervert" at the time.

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His mouth had twitched and his eyes were blazing with rage.

What about you?" he finally asked her. That puts you in what category, honey? For the simple reason that you'll have to acknowledge you desire it sooner or later.

"What, raped?" she snarled.

A odd smile twitched the corners of his mouth, and his eyes widened.

The rule is, "Never rape, Tess. I can already hear you pleading with me. To put it simply, I know you want it just as much as I do. When you cry for me to stop, I will continue to slide my cock up your tight ass until you beg me to stop. You belong to me, Tess, and I will do whatever it takes to satisfy your needs. Give me a signal if and when you're ready to admit that.

Tess shook her head sadly. A desire for it and a willingness to accept it were two distinct things. She was too ashamed to ask him for it again, but it haunted her dreams ever since.

She reached up and caressed her waxed, silky pussy, then laid back on the bed and let her eyes close.

What he wanted worried her, yet excited her to the point of physical discomfort. Wet with need, she fantasised about his thick and firm cock sliding into her ass as he penetrated her wet, pleading cunt with a dildo, and how she would be helpless to resist or escape his demands. There's no way he'd harm her. She had a good sense of Cole to know that he would never harm her, but she also realised that he might show her things about herself that she wasn't yet ready to see. He had the ability to reveal to her a facet of herself that she might not have been ready to see. That's a really terrifying idea, actually.

Her digits slid inside the fine crease of her cunt and encircled her clit.

This was the spot where he planned to fulfil his vow of eating her. He wanted to kiss her up and down, like he was eating honey, running his tongue over her clit the whole time. The silky heat that flooded her pussy caused her to shiver and gasp as she imagined her finger to be his tongue. She ran her fingers around her clit while softly muttering his name, before returning her focus to the excruciating pain there. She bit her lip as two fingers entered the narrow passageway, contemplating the size and length of Cole's fingers once they were inside of her. He would fill her up to the point where she would scream for more, and his hands were huge enough to accommodate this.

He'd made the ominous promise to fuck her arse, take her there, and make her scream for him in the dark. As she wished she hadn't packed her vibrator so hastily, she bit her lip, her fingers moving, one inserting into that little, black hole. With one finger navigating the narrow opening, she sank two fingers of her other hand into her vagina. She was aware of the voice in the back of her head and the sensation of his finger, thicker than hers, spearing a dart of pleasurable pain through her as he pierced her ass. And he had already warned her that he was going to fuck her in that room.

As she envisioned Cole between her legs, licking her, fucking her with his fingers, and pushing her over the edge as they ploughed into her cunt and ass, her knees bowed and her hips thrust harder against her own fingers.

As the gentle waves of relief flowed over her, she let out a scream. Her womb shook with excitement as her vagina tightened around her fingers. That wasn't the same relief as when Cole's fingers or her vibrator were used, but it helped calm the lust that was just growing stronger.

A Surrender by Lora Leigh, Number 11