Emma Lia Grant
“Mmm.”I wake and stretch, wincing slightly when my pelvic and inner thigh muscles remind me of how well I’ve been fucked. But I can’t complain; it’s a good kind of pain. The best. Worth every bit of soreness I’ll have today.
Very little about last night was as expected. Tristan didn’t roughly fuck me as though I was an empty body here for his pleasure. He took his time, caring for my needs. I came before him every time. He put my orgasm ahead of his own. Not at all what I expected after our earlier conversations about how he expected me to always please him without any regard for my gratification.
Yes. He wants me to be his submissive, but last night proved that he is willing to make some compromises in order for that to happen. I don’t think that he’s the selfish Dominant that he claims to be. Not even a little.
Every time was amazing, but that last time… just wow.
He crawled down my body, kissing my chest and stomach gently on the way down. His mouth followed my abdomen until he pushed my thighs apart and hovered over my pussy. Only his warm breath was on my skin. And then his lips found my entrance, and he kissed it softly, making my spine curl in pleasure. I was in heaven, but then he slipped his tongue into my slit and holy hell. I fell. I tumbled off the edge of the cliff.
Not a shred of anger lingered. It had been replaced with an intense longing deep within my groin. In the midst of passion, there was no discord. No hesitancy. No regret. We were the only two people on earth in that moment, like we’d always be together.
Tristan crawled up my body, again kissing everything between my groin and shoulders. I don’t think there was an inch that wasn’t worshipped by his mouth and tongue.
He kissed the sides of my face before my mouth. I could taste and smell myself fresh on his tongue, and that made me burn even hotter for him.
Despite the number of times he’d already been inside me, his cock slid into the slick slit between my legs with ease. He groaned as he moved in and out of me. The sound came from somewhere deep within his chest and was pure male. So masculine and strong and powerful.
I died a little when he grabbed my legs and hooked them over his shoulders. He slammed hard inside me, and I had to put my hands over my head and lock my arms so my head would stop banging against the headboard. My pussy took his cock like it was starving for dick. And maybe it was because it had been so long since it’d had any.
Vanilla sex? I don’t think so. The man took complete control of my body. He commanded my orgasms. Dominated the way he made me come around his dick.
Tristan Broussard fucked me harder than anyone ever has before. And I loved every second of it.
I admit that I toyed a little with letting go. With letting him dominate me. And I was surprised to discover that I didn’t really mind handing over control. Who could when you experienced that kind of ecstasy?
I said his name—Tristan, not Master—when I came for the last time. My eyes locked with his, and I could see the Dom inside him fighting to be released. I know that he wanted to demand that I call him Master. I could see it in the hard line his mouth was making, but he held back. For me.
His mouth covered mine completely when he moaned with pleasure and emptied his warm seed inside me. Giving me every drop. He was so deep when he came for the last time that it felt like we were two people fused together as one.
I clung to the euphoria for as long as I could before it slipped away; I never wanted the feeling to end. It was phenomenal.
Fuck. What a night.
I reach out and grab the pillow beside me, the one that Tristan pushed under my hips when he used it to angle them upward during one of our sexcapades. To enter me deeper. I giggle to myself when I feel that it’s still wet from all of the cum that leaked out of me onto it.
How many times did he cum inside me?
Three?
Four?
Five?
Shit, I lost count. My mind turned to mush after that first orgasm.
And yes. It was that damn good.
One thing about having a physical relationship with someone who is obsessed with sex is that they know what they’re doing. I’ve never had a better lover than Tristan. He rocked my fucking world. I loved every single minute of it.
But it’s not enough to make me want to stay.
I sit on the side of the bed and see an old worn brass key lying on top of a handwritten note on the nightstand.
Emma Lia,
Good morning. I hope that you slept well. Come to my office after you’ve showered, and bring the key with you. Please.
