Chapter 3
The taxi pulls up outside a complex of modern apartments, each one a towering architectural masterpiece made up of grey bricks complemented by white walls and towering, black-framed windows. Not a single pane of glass was lit, the entire building sleeping soundly as we stumble towards the entrance.
Once inside, he leads me to the elevator, pressing the small circular button for the top floor - the penthouse.
Old money, or new?
In films, penthouses were for the rich only – and in particular, the super-rich. But real life doesn’t often follow the romanticised version that films do and, in my experience, the penthouse goes to whoever wants it most. Middle class or upper, it doesn’t really matter.
Tristan drags me from my thoughts with a hand on my back and I’m grateful. My money-focused mind is still sharp, fine-tuned to the finer things in life, carved to what it is by my parents’ hands. Warmth seeps into my skin in the place that his hand touches, spreading like butter under a heated knife, eliciting a fiery heat pooling at my core.
The air in the elevator hums, our bodies like two stretched out springs just waiting to crash against each other. Finally, after a torturous two-minute wait, the elevator door slides open to reveal a lavishly decorated apartment and everything, absolutely everything, from the furniture to the crisp air, feels like it was plucked from an interior design magazine, perfectly calculated to entice new buyers. It certainly didn’t feel like a home.
Before I can snoop anymore, and peel back the layers of who this man is, I find myself being pressed against a wall.
Fuck yes.
His lips suck at the tender flesh of my neck, teasing little bites sending goosebumps racing down my arms. ‘Do you know how fucking sexy you are?’ Another bite, his tongue soothing away the pain before it can form.
‘Hmmm, I might have an idea.’ I breathe out.
‘Smartass.’ He chuckles.
‘Well by the feel of it…’ I say, pressing myself against his hardened length. ‘…I’m sexy enough to do this.’
He pulls away from my neck, the control in his eyes slipping as he takes me in. His teasing grin falls away and then I’m in his arms, screeching at the sudden movement, as he stalks through the apartment towards a door. He nudges it open with his hips and places me down on the floor before the bed that dominates the room.
Oh, this guy is definitely a control freak. No one has a bed this big, this commanding, without loving more than the average scrap of control.
His hands fist the silk of my dress before hoisting it up, discarding it entirely to reveal my form, naked apart from the forest green panties I’d matched to the dress as if something inside me had known where this night would end. I fight the urge to cover myself up, to hide from his gaze. I can’t imagine that would go down well with such a domineering man.
‘Beautiful.’ He breaths, tracing his fingers against the curve of my breast. Even the lightest of touches from him feel sensual, goosebumps forming in the wake of his fingers.
’Tristan.’ I whimper, letting out a shaky breath. ‘I need you. Please, God, please touch me.’
He growls, the sound deep in his throat. ‘There is no god in this room darling. Just you and me.’ Before I can reply, his hands are hoisting me up, kneading the flesh of my ass, as he walks us over to the bed. His lips suck the skin at my neck, hard enough to mark, and I cry out at the sensation, the knowledge that I’ll be marked by him heightening every sense I possess.
Placing me on the bed, he loosens his tie, and the sight of him, his mussed-up hair and swollen lips, makes my toes curl. Crawling atop of me, he smirks. My hands reach for his shirt, desperate to rip it away and reveal the rippling muscles I know are under it, but I don’t get far before he stops me. Shaking his head, he ducks to suck at the flesh of my neck again, licking away the ache that forms under the suction.
‘I want to see you.’ I beg. My voice is desperate and so fully submissive that I surprise myself.
’And I want you to cum before I lose control and fuck you like an animal.’ He growls against my neck, his hands kneading my breast, the grip of his hands rippling with loosely tethered control.
Good. I want him to lose it, to fuck me like an animal as he puts it.
‘Then Tristan please, for fuck sake, make me cum!’ I yell, fisting the sheets of the bed as he drives me mad with his tongue at my neck.
He seems to grapple with himself on whether he wants to tease me further or do exactly as I say but, in the end, the temptation of my pleasure wins and he makes his way down my body. His muscles shift under his shirt as he discards my panties and pulls my legs over his shoulders, the soft cotton caressing my delicate, sensitive skin.
He presses a kiss to my thigh, and then another, moving closer to the desire pooling at my core. Every action is painstakingly slow, heightening my every desire. I want to grab his head and shove him where I want, no, need him to be, but every stubborn streak in me is dampened by the submissive spell he’s put me under.
He plants another kiss, now barely a centimetre away from my pussy, so close I can feel his warm breath fanning against it, and grips onto my legs tighter, as if needing that extra shred of control.
’Tristan, please!’
I cry out as he gives me exactly what I need, lapping up the juices that seep out of me in one long swipe of his tongue. ‘So fucking sweet.’ He whispers against my sex, the heat of his words tickling me in the most delightful way.
I want more of this, holy fuck, I never want this to stop.
He buries his face in my pussy, inhaling the scent of me like it’s his last breath. His tongue swipes at my clit and I jerk at the intensity of pleasure that floods my body. My orgasm approaches fast, his tongue mercilessly driving me forward to that cliff of pleasure I so desperately want to fall off.
And then I fall, screaming and crying as black creeps along the corners of my vision, Tristan’s tongue never stopping, licking and sucking until he’s gotten every drop of my release, groaning at the taste of it.
My blood heats as I come back to reality, the edge taken off – but just barely.
‘More. Need more.’ I whimper, every thought clouded by pleasure. ‘Please … Tristan inside me.’
He raises his head from my pussy, face glistening with my release and a wicked smile on his face. He moves my legs down from his shoulders before quickly stripping himself, his clothes flying behind him in quick succession of one another.
I gasp at the sight of him – the sound breathless, the sort of sound you’d expel if you were to see a faerie in the woods or a mermaid in the sea.
He was perfect – every inch of him carved to perfection. The soft glow of LA peered in through the window, stroking the muscled waves that ripple down his chest. His skin, tan and glittering like a starlit sea, veers down into a well-defined V-shape, pointing towards his cock. He’s perfect and for tonight he’s all mine.
He rips open a condom, unrolling it onto his cock, before moving towards me. His hands glide up my legs until his entire body is hovering above mine. I spread my legs, opening myself up to him and smile.
This, us, it just feels right.
‘Are you sure you want this?’ he murmurs, his tone serious as the head of his cock inches against my opening. ‘We can stop if this is going too fast.’
Reaching up, I thread my hands through his hair and urge him down before whispering against his lips. ‘Tristan, if you don’t fuck me right now, I might just spontaneously combust.’
He thrusts. Deep. Swallowing my moans as he takes me hard and fast, his cock stretching me to my limits. A delicious mix of pain and pleasure overrides my senses as he fills me, his cock pumping in and out of me in a steady rhythm.
‘Fuck! You feel so good.’ He groans, his face contorted in pleasure. I dig my fingers into his shoulder blades, hanging on for dear life as he fucks me. Nothing has ever felt so good. He kisses me once again, deepening it with every thrust of his hips.
I feel another orgasm building, the wave fast approaching.
Grabbing my legs, he flings them over his shoulders without ever exiting my warm, wet depths and fucks me with renewed effort, his cock pressing against that oh so delicious spot. I cry out, screaming loud enough that there’s no way his neighbours never heard.
’Tristan, oh fuck. I’m gunna … I’m gunna…’
‘I’ve got you, Scarlett, I’ve got you.’ He whispers. ‘Now cum for me’
I scream his name as I cum, the orgasm ripping through my every thought, my every belief until there is nothing left but him. Every part of me belongs to him, surrendered to the pleasure he gives.
He whispers my name over and over again, the soft words like a prayer and follows me into oblivion.