“Forced?” Ophelia asked, “This does not look to be forced. She looks as if she is quite enjoying it.
“She is,” Tristan agreed. “Shewantsto be in the submissive role. Shewantsto be seen.”
Pleasure slaked through Tristan’s veins as Ophelia leaned further into him and placed the back of her hand against his chest. She started to caress her knuckles against his sternum, and he wondered if she even realized if she was doing it. Feeling himself being lulled into the erotic energy before them, Tristan let his eyes close as he leaned into the doorway. He suddenly want to rip his waistcoat and shirt from his chest so he could feel her skin to skin and before he could help himself, his grip on her waist tightened, and he pulled her back into his front until their hips were aligned.
He heard Ophelia gasp slightly, saw a small shiver pass through her as her head lolled slightly back, and he ground himself agains her once again. The moment his aching erection pressed against her backside, the softest of whimpers broke from her lips, and her felt her hips undulate in response. Just that small movement had need slamming into his loins, and he had to take a moment to breathe and concentrate.
Neverhad he been so aroused with so little of touch. .
“I like her,” Ophelia murmured.
Tristan forced his eyes open as he heard the fascination in Ophelia’s voice. He immediately noticed that she and the womanwere still staring at each other, even as the man had taken his place between the woman’s legs.
“What do you like about her?” Tristan asked.
His words drew into a hiss as Ophelia’s knuckles drew down his chest and to his trousers; stroking over his aching manhood.
“Ophelia,” he rasped.
Surely she did not realize where he hand was.
“I must disagree with you,” she murmured, grazing her knuckles over his hardened length; sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body.
Tristan struggled to swallow; to breathe.
“About what,” he managed to get out.
Overtaken by the lust building between them, Tristan twirled his fingers around Ophelia’s exploring hand, and guided her below the lip of his trousers.
“Should I stop?” He whispered, his lips grazing over ear.
His vision went blank as in response to his question, Ophelia’s hand slipped between the lip of his trousers, smoothed down the bare skin of his taut lower abdomen, and her fingers wrappedgently around his erection. There was no doubt anymore. Ophelia’s lust was equally as strong as his knew exactly what she was doing.
“About the power dynamic,” she said quietly, keeping her eyes on the woman. “He may be fully dressed, but I believe she is the one that is control.”
She started to stroke him, gently, almost reverently, and Tristan’s hand tightened around the door frame. He drew in a shaky breath as he lifted his gaze from his trousers to the woman before them. She was smiling at Ophelia, as if she’d heard what she’d just whispered in Tristan’s ear. As if she could see what Ophelia was doing, even though her body hid where her hand was.
“I..”Tristan’s words cut off in a shaky exhale as she gave his cock a firm squeeze, sending lightning bolts through his veins and making droplets of pre come form at his mushroomed tip.
“What was that?” Ophelia asked, her tone innocent.
“I think you are mistaken,” he forced out, his pleasure heightening as her stroking hand grew firmer, bolder, quicker.
“Yet she is the one being pleasured, yes?” Ophelia asked.
Tristan grip on the doorframe grew tighter. He had gravely underestimated that amount of liberties Ophelia was willing to take, and he felt the power dynamic between them begin to shift.
“Yes,” he grit out, losing his focus. “Ophelia, what are you doing?”
“Should I stop?” She asked, and her fingers froze around him.
Tristan let out a tortured groan as he shook his head. He’d never been more confused about the dynamic of power in his life.
“What is it you said earlier? One must hear the words of permission?” She asked.
“Don’t…” he forced out, feeling his mind unravel, “Don’t stop.”
His knees nearly buckled beneath him as her hand resumed its gentle strokes, and he closed his eyes as he rested his forehead to the back of her head.
