Chapter 6
Chapter Six
T RISTEN
I was lucky I didn’t get a ticket. I sped to Sonia’s as if our lives depended on it. The girl was a bomb about to explode, and I wanted to be there when she went off. I parked the car and ran around to open her door, practically dragging her out.
“Someone's in a rush.”
“Sonia, you’re testing every ounce of my patience.”
She giggled while playing mindlessly with a button on my shirt.
“You sure you’re a virgin?”
“Yes, why?”
“'Cause you know how to play me like a fiddle. How to touch, what to say, how to move.”
She cast her eyes down, and her cheeks blushed that pretty pink, distinctively Sonia shade. “I…um…”
“Spit it out already. I’m goin’ insane here, woman.”
“I watched some porn. Okay? Happy?”
“Yes,” I said, picking her up and rushing us up the stairs of her apartment to her door. “I’m fine with porn, but if you’d lied to me and another dude had touched you, I might be in jail for murdering him.”
“That’s a little extreme.”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not. I don’t want any other man seeing your pussy. It’s my prized possession.”
She fumbled with her key, opening the door. “You’re a little nuts, you know that, Professor?”
“Only for you,” I said before slamming the door shut with my foot. I placed her gently on the ground and sat on the sofa. “Strip. Slowly.”
Sonia smiled and took my jacket off, letting it pool at her feet. She undid the knot she’d made on her shirt. “You know, I think you’re gonna need to buy me a new shirt.”
I took out my dick, fisting it in my hand. “I’ll buy you a fuckin’ wardrobe. Take it all off.”
Sonia turned her back to me as she slid the blouse off her shoulders seductively. She undid her bra, looked at me over her shoulder, smirked, winked, and let it drop to the floor. I didn’t realize a strip tease could be so fuckin’ hot, but then I knew that another woman doing this wouldn’t turn me on as much as Sonia.
“Stop.”
Sonia didn’t move.
“Turn around and walk to me slowly.”
Her hands went to her breasts, making me smirk. There she was, performing a personal strip tease, yet still covering her tits.
“Drop your hands.”
Sonia didn’t hesitate.
When she was standing in front of me in nothing but her tight little skirt, I leaned back on the sofa and stared at her. “Good girl.”
“Are you gonna just sit there and stare at me? This all seems a little anticlimactic.”
“You have a smart mouth, Princess,” I said, grabbing her wrist and tugging her toward me.
Flipping her onto her stomach, I placed her over my lap with her perfect round ass right over my crotch. I rubbed her ass cheek before squeezing her supple flesh. “I think it’s time to show you what a smart mouth gets you.”
Sonia moaned, raising her ass slightly.
“Eager for your punishment, Princess?”
Before she could answer, I raised my hand and brought it down on a rounded globe, making her jerk. She moaned, and my cock twitched.
“Your ass is going to look so pretty with my handprint all over it. You gonna be a good girl and take your punishment?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, presenting her ass to me again.
Smack!
“You like this, Princess?”
S ONIA
S mack!
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I panted.
Tristen continued to slap my ass before rubbing my cheek to soothe the burn. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but the sensations were going straight to my clit.
Tristen’s fingers moved between my ass cheeks. I froze as the tip of his finger gently touched my asshole. I had a moment of fear, deluded into thinking I was safe. It was irrational to be frightened, but for the first time, I was hesitant.
A cold chill brushed my skin. I could no longer feel Tristen’s touch. I was about to turn when he lifted me and cradled me to him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice no longer authoritative. “Sweetheart, you're shaking.”
Tristen’s strong hands smoothed my hair as he brushed his lips against my temple. “Please say something, Sonia. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I thought you were into it, the way you were reacting to the spanking. I was just teasing. I promise I would never do anything you didn’t want or were uncomfortable with. Baby, please say something. I’m begging you.”
I wasn’t sure what shocked me more, that Tristen Watt was so sweet and caring or that he was sweet and caring toward me. I knew he was attracted to me, but the way he held me so close to his chest, his tight embrace a shield, sheltering me from anything that could harm me, made me feel like I was the most precious thing in the world. “I’m okay."
Tristen peppered kisses on my face. His lips trailed from my forehead to my ear, my jawline, the hollow of my neck. His kisses were soft, but they felt desperate. They were kisses of longing and passion. They were the kisses you sighed over in Hollywood romance films. Kisses that made you daydream about a man loving you so much that his lips painted a portrait on your skin. That’s what it was. Tristen was opening his heart to me.
“I’m such a fuckin’ asshole.”
I pushed Tristen gently as I glanced up at his face. His eyes were distant, not the usual ice blue that burned my soul, but more like a calm ocean. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I scared you. I never want to scare you. I want you to know that you're completely safe with me. I know I’m an asshole, Sonia. I know I tend to scare people, and I like that about myself. When people are scared of you, they keep their distance. They don’t fuck with you. But with you…”
“With me?” I prompt when he trails off.
“With you, I’d rather die than have you scared of me for even one moment. I need you to know that I’d rather die than have you scared of me. I’ll never hurt you, Sonia. Never.” Tristen placed his hands on my face, his eyes burning into mine. “I need you to know that.”
“I’m not scared of you, Tristen. I’ve never been scared of you.”
“But just now, how you reacted...”
“I want to please you. It turns me on to please you. I get off on it. It makes me wet when you’re a little rough or say dirty things. I liked all of it. I’m unsure about some things, but maybe it'll be different with time.”
Tristen laughed. It sounded like relief. “Baby, I know we aren’t ready for that. I promise I won’t push you into something you aren’t ready for. I want to learn your body and become the master of your desires.”
I smiled. “You don’t have much work to do.”
Tristen smirked, taking my earlobe between his teeth and tugging gently. “I have a feeling you’ll always make me work, sweetheart, but I’m happy to put in the time to please you.”
Tristen stood with me still cradled to his chest. I felt so small in his arms. I sighed into his chest, letting it all soak in. He walked straight to my bathroom and gently placed me on the bench.
“What are you doin’?”
Tristen turned on the tap, testing the water. “I’m running you a bath.”
“I got that part. You gonna get in with me?”
“That was the plan. Do you have any bubble bath?”
I handed Tristen a bottle from under the sink before sitting on the bench again. I watched this handsome, big, brooding man frown in concentration to ensure I had the perfect water-bubble ratio. It was the moment I knew that as rough or demanding as Tristen was, he was also kind, considerate, and thoughtful.
Tristen turned toward me, offering me his hand. “It’s ready, beautiful.”
He held my hand as I got into the tub, following behind me. My back to his chest, I sighed as his arms firmly held me to him.
My bathroom was silent and serene as Tristen used a cloth gently on my body, cleaning me.
“You seem to be giving a little too much attention to certain parts over others,” I said, smirking as I watched him circle the cloth for the tenth time around my hard nipples.
Tristen placed the cloth in my hand before his hand roamed my body, nudging my legs open. He gently spread my folds and slid his finger up and down my pussy, paying extra attention to my clit. “Some parts need a little extra cleaning since they’re focal points for a very dirty man.”
My head fell back, and my hips bucked up, desperate for more of his touch. His finger slid into me, first one and then a second, followed by a third. I was so full, and I loved it. Tristen was a musician, and I was his instrument.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” he breathed into my ear, making my body shiver.
My nipples were hard already from his touch. I took the hard nubs between my thumbs and forefingers and did as he ordered. “It’s so hot having you tell me what to do.”
“You’re such a good girl. You look so beautiful right now. You’re so wet for me, baby.” Tristen pumped his fingers in and out of me while his thumb paid extra attention to my clit, making me want to explode. “I might need to taste that cunt again. I loved it when you squirted all over my face earlier. Your juices tasted so good.”
“I'm gonna come,” I panted. As soon as the words escaped my lips, Tristen removed his fingers.
He nipped at my earlobe while he pinched my clit. “Don’t come until I say. Get up.”
“You’re such a tease,” I huffed as I did as I was told.
“You look so hot.”
I slide my hand to my pussy and spread my lips. “My pussy needs a kiss,” I murmured. A surge of female power washed over me as Tristen’s eyes widened.
He smirked. “Look at you, my little slut.”
I moved closer so my pussy was directly in his face.
Tristen inhaled, rubbing his nose along my clit. “I love your pretty pink pussy.”
I moaned as he licked me gently.
Tristen grabbed my ass and pulled my pussy into his face. His tongue lapped at me, and my hand went to his hair, pulling the silky strands as I thrust my hips against his mouth.
“Oh God,” I yelled as he shoved his tongue into my pussy hole and the tip of his nose rubbed against my clit. “Tristen, I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, baby,” he demanded, placing his thumb on my clit while his finger masterfully fucked me. “You look so pretty when you come. Give me all of it, baby.”
His words fueled me, encouraging my orgasm. Tristen put his mouth on my pussy as I unraveled, devouring everything I had to give him.