Page 10 of Tristan’s Temptation

Tristan—real Tristan—nearly whimpered. Not because the scene was his cup of tea but because it was hers. He’d always seen Shannon as reserved and aloof. To know she had a wild side that was this…wild…made him want to march down the hill and pound on her door. And then bend her over the sofa and pound into her.

His cock was close to bursting but he didn’t succumb to the desire to stroke it, because he knew what would happen and he wanted to finish the scene. He wanted to know what made her hum. What made her moan. What made her come.

Virtual Shannon rubbed the crop across poor Virtual Tristan’s lips. “Do you want to suck on something else?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Gads. The guy was a pussy. If he had Shannon dressed in a getup like that, in a room, alone, he’d be all over her by now. Hell, he’d be inside her by now. Tied to a chair or not.

His jaw dropped as Virtual Shannon unzipped her virtual catsuit to reveal two virtual breasts. She stepped closer to her slave and grabbed a handful of hair, directing his head to one hard, throbbing nipple. And yes, the nipple throbbed. For a second Tristan wondered how Shannon had achieved the effect but all reflections of her computer prowess vanished when she threw back her head and moaned.

Virtual Tristan was doing himself proud as he sucked the nipple roughly into his mouth. His jaws undulated with the effort.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Harder.”

As this byplay continued, Tristan wished he could fast-forward through the action. What he really wanted was the main event, where Virtual Tristan put his virtual dick into Shannon’s hot, wet pussy. But the program didn’t have a fast-forward option.

He’d have to talk to Jack about that in the morning.

So he sat there and watched as poor, immobile Virtual Tristan sat tied to the chair and pleasured Virtual Shannon with his mouth, which to Tristan seemed like a damn waste of potential.

Maybe Shannon had control issues in bed. Hmm. He stored that nugget away for future reference before he recalled, with a cold dash of reality, there was no future for them.

This was as good as it could get.

The realization made him cranky so he glared at the screen, but just then things started to get interesting. Virtual Shannon had decided to strip. She poured out of the slinky catsuit and boots and stood before Virtual Tristan utterly naked but for the collar around her neck.

What a vision.

Tristan swallowed his drool and allowed his fingers to drift over his crotch. He stroked his hard cock, but gently, because he was already tightening with the need to come and he really wanted to get to the good part first.

And yikes. Here was the good part.

Virtual Shannon took Virtual Tristan’s cock in her hand and stroked. And there’s where fantasy veered far from reality. Virtual Tristan merely moaned. Real Tristan would have bucked and cursed and come right then and there. But Virtual Tristan didn’t come. He merely moaned quiescently.

“Umm.” The seductress stepped closer. “Do you like that?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Would you like some more?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Really? Was that all this guy could say? How about, “Give it to me, honey. Fuck me with your hand. Make me come”? Better yet, “Untie me, princess, and let me show you how a real man fucks a woman in a dog collar.”

But apparently Virtual Shannon was satisfied with the reply, for she smiled and rewarded him with another stroke. And then she went down on her knees.

Tristan perked right up, suddenly very interested. She bent her head and took him in her mouth, moaning as he slid into her, inch by inch, by inch. By inch.

Shannon apparently had a very healthy imagination, at least regarding the size of a man’s member. Tristan bit back a grin. She must think he was some kind of freak of nature.

His grin faded and his balls tightened as Virtual Shannon stood and placed her hand on Virtual Tristan’s shoulder, straddling the chair. “Do you want it?” she whispered in his ear.

“Yes Mistress.” What else would he say? Hell, even real Tristan would utter those words if they would get Shannon to lower her hot cunt onto his aching cock.

And she did—well, virtually.

Saliva pooled in his mouth as Virtual Shannon impaled herself on the waiting cock and rode herself to orgasm.