“Don’t act so surprised. I believe that you’re the one who called meruthless.”
Yes, I did. Because there are no bounds that this man won’t cross to get what hewants.
Ruthlessbastard.
* * *
I stretch,and my muscles scream in agony, reminding me of the rough fucking that I took from Tristan yesterday. Damn, the man was a beast. So much so that I must literally take some oral pain reliever for my sore muscles and stiff jointstoday.
We didn’t have sex last night after we went to bed. We lay down, talked for a little while, and then turned off the lamps and went to sleep. I didn’t hate that. My pussy took a pounding and was still sore after soaking in thetub.
Tristan comes out of the bathroom and sits on the bed beside me, his hand behind his back. “Goodmorning.”
“Goodmorning.”
“I have to go; my meeting is in thirtyminutes.”
“Will you be gone allday?”
“I will. This morning’s meeting is only the first of three I have scheduled fortoday.”
That’s disappointing. “I won’t see you untiltonight?”
“No. You’re completely on your own today, but you do have an appointment ateleven.”
“What kind ofappointment?”
“A little bit of well-deserved pampering. I scheduled you for an hour and a half in the spa, and then an hour with a masseuse—a woman, per my request. I don’t want any man to put his hands on mysubmissive.”
Tristan confuses me. He allowed Easton to fuck Claudia while she was his submissive, but he won’t even let a male masseur touch me for a massage. His possessive alpha-male tendencies toward me areunexpected.
I stretch a bit. “A massage will be wonderful. I’m super sore from that wild fuckyesterday.”
He smiles. “The wild fucks have only just begun,bebelle.”
“I’m bebelleagain?”
“You’re alwaysbebelle.”
I like being bebelle, but I also liked being Mrs. Broussardyesterday.
“Would you like to do another scene like that? Be Mrs.Broussard?”
“Only if it’s what you want.” Lie. I’m dying to do it again. I want to strip off his suit and do it rightnow.
“I would like to do it again.” He pushes his hand below the sheet and rubs my butt cheek. “I also have other things that I want to do toyou.”
I sense something anal-related. “Likewhat?”
“Can’t tell you. Gotta showyou.”
Maybe he isn’t referring to anal sex. He never hesitates to tell me that that’s what hewants.
“When?”
“Tonight.”
Good. Hopefully my soreness should be worked out by tonight. “Look forward toit.”
