“I will come to you as soon as I finish making arrangements with Ray and Claudia, and we will begin your first lesson. And don’t forget that you are to address me as Master inside of thebedroom.”
My head becomes swimmy, and the warmth leaves my cheeks. It feels like ants are crawling beneath the skin covering myhands.
He gets up and stands behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and squeezes with gentle pressure. His grip releases and squeezes again. The kneading feels good to my tensemuscles.
Leaning down, his mouth hovers over my ear. “Close your eyes and breathe, bebelle. Slow and deep. Place all of your concentration on moving air in and out of yourlungs.”
In and out, slow and deep. I do as he instructs, and my head feels normal again after several nice deep breaths. I feel more likeme.
“Better?”
I didn’t say a word about the way I was feeling on the inside. “How’d youknow?”
“I’m already becoming in tune with your body. But it’s only the beginning. I’ll eventually know everything about it just as you’ll know everything aboutmine.”
Knowing each other’s bodies on that kind of level is highly intimate. It’s something that should be shared between affectionate lovers, not near strangers like Tristan and me. And certainly not as part of a deal to keep him from sending me tojail.
Blackmailingbastard.
I go to my bedroom, and I don’t mess around once I’m there; I won’t have long until Tristan arrives, and he’s going to be in full-on Dom mode. I know because I saw the raw, untamed desire in his eyes. I heard the deep, unwavering command in his voice. It frightened me. But it also excitedme.
I breathe deeply and lower myself to my knees. I sit on my lower legs and feet and place my palms on top of my thighs just as Tristan instructed. I bow my head and look at the floor, studying the design of the wool rug to take my mind off of what’s about tohappen.
Doesn’t help. I’m trembling like a lamb about to face alion.
I’m motionless, listening for his footsteps. Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump. My heart is beating so damn hard in my ears that it drowns out anything else. Feels like I’m in the middle of one of those dreams where I’m being chased by a monster, but I can’t move. I can’t run. I can’tscream.
Tristan leaves me in this position for a while, much longer than expected. I wonder if this is a test to see how long I will stay in this position without moving or if I have Claudia to thank for the delay. She’s probably giving him shit about leaving because she doesn’t want this tohappen.
The wood floor creaks to my left, each sound from the wood planks coming closer. He instructed me to face the door. I assumed that he meant the hallway door and not the one separating our bedrooms so he’s thrown me for a loop. And I’m not in a position—literally or figuratively—where I need to be thrown for any moreloops.
“Fuck. I’ve dreamed about you being on your knees for me since the first time I saw you in my casino, but the fantasy is no rival for the reality.” His fingers touch the bottom of my chin and he lifts. “Look atme.”
I lift my face, and I see two things as I move my eyes up his body: one, he’s already naked. And two, his cock is huge andhard.
His eyelids are weighted with lust, and a partial smile is tugging his mouth to the side. That single dimple has shown up for the show. “You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are on your knees, looking up at me rightnow.”
He steps closer and pushes his fingers into the back of my hair, his hand forming a tight grip at my nape. “Suckme.”
I’ve given head before but being told to do so in such a demanding manner is a new one for me—though not at all unexpected coming fromhim.
I grip the base of his cock, and he watches it disappear into my mouth. The tip glides over the surface of my tongue on the way in, and his salty pre-cum coats my taste buds. I like the way hetastes.
“Ohhh… your warm, wet mouth feelsgood.”
I use my tongue to follow the bulging vein on the underside of his cock, and his fingers tighten around my nape, pulling me closer. “Take it in all of the way,” hewhispers.
I close my eyes and suck him in until the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, instantly making me gag. I try to not think about it, but a reflex is called a reflex for areason.
I pull away when the unsexiest sound in the world comes out of my mouth a second time. Fucking humiliating. “I’msorry.”
“Don’t be. I love that sound. It turns me the fuck on because it means you’re obeying and taking my cock deep.” His hand pulls my head toward his dick. “Do it again. And don’t stop because yougag.”
I take him into my mouth again, and Tristan uses his grip on my hair to control the pace and depth of my mouth sliding over his cock. I unsuccessfully fight the urge to gag and warm tears trickle down my face until they drop from my chin to thefloor.
This man is literally fucking mymouth.
He sucks air in through his teeth. “This is better than I dared to hope for,bebelle.”
