10. Tristan
TRISTAN
L ast night I let her retreat, but this morning, in the light of day and with my cock aching, I regret it more than I did when I went to bed last night.
I was looking forward to waking up this morning, rolling over, and burying myself in her.
I shouldn’t have given her that inch, I think as I stalk down the hallway toward her room.
Her former room. Now she’s going to take the whole mile, I’m sure, use that momentary lapse as a sign of my weakness and exploit it for all she’s worth.
The thought pisses me off… and makes me harder than I already was a moment ago.
I don’t understand what it is that she does to me. I’ve never been one to enjoy particularly combative women. I’m bored of the ones who fall all over me, that’s true, tired of obsequious begging. But I’ve never had a woman fight me like Simone.
Maybe that’s why it’s so arousing.
I stop in front of her door, pausing for a moment to listen. It’s quiet, which means she might still be sleeping. Fine. I’ll wake her up.
I reach for the doorknob… and find that it’s locked.
An irrational anger sweeps through me, and I twist the knob again, as if I might have imagined it. When it doesn’t give, I knock on the door, hard.
There’s defiance, and then there’s this. Simone is going to learn just how far she can push me.
I’m sure there’s a master key somewhere. But I’m in no mood to go hunting for it, in just my bathrobe and with my cock aching to be inside my wife. She put a locked door between us, and she’s going to open it up, or so help me…
“Simone!” I growl her name, banging on the door again. “Open the door.”
Nothing. My jaw tightens. “Simone!” Another hard knock. “There are no locked doors for you in this house, célie . And if I find out you’ve disobeyed me…”
I slam my fist against the door again, and finally, I hear the sound of the lock turning. I step back just in time to see Simone open the door, still dressed in her nightgown, her thick dark hair loose around her shoulders.
She looks fucking gorgeous. The nightgown is nothing but a slip, black silk edged with lace, falling to the tops of her thighs. I reach out, grabbing her by the shoulder, and yank her out of the room as I pull the door shut, pushing her back against it.
“Tristan!” She lets out a sharp gasp as I loom over her, one hand braced against the door as I cage her in. “What the fuck?—”
“Watch your mouth, banphrionsa ,” I murmur. “I planned on coming in your pussy this morning, but I could be convinced to make it your mouth instead.”
Her eyes flash as she glares up at me. “What do you want?”
I blink at her. “What do I want? What did I tell you last night, célie ?”
Her lips press together in a stubborn line.
“Ah. You’ve forgotten.” I move in closer to her, close enough for her to feel the hard press of my thick erection against her thigh as I reach down and wrap my hand loosely around her throat, high enough that I can keep her chin tilted up toward me.
“I told you I’d wake up hard, wife. And that I’d want to fuck you before I started my day. ”
“Hm.” She shrugs, still glaring up at me. “I decided that wasn’t how I wanted to start my day.”
“So you locked me out?” I reach down, cupping her breast through the thin silk, and I feel her jerk as I brush my thumb over her nipple.
“You seem to have misunderstood, Simone. You are my wife, now. You are mine . I don’t ever want to find a locked door between you and me again, do you understand? ”
Her lips stay pressed together, utterly silent. She stares at me, fuming, and I chuckle, dropping my hand to her thigh as I slip it beneath the edge of her nightgown.
She’s wearing panties under it, a thin silk thong. I grab one side of it, yanking it down as she flinches, her eyes widening. The panties drop to the floor and I leave them there, sliding my fingers between her folds as I keep her pinned by her throat to the door.
“Here’s your punishment, banphrionsa ,” I murmur. “You’re going to come on my fingers. Right here, in this hallway. We’ll stand here until you do. And then I’m going to fuck you. Right here. You could have had privacy, but instead, you decided to lock me out. So now, I’ve lost my patience.”
I slide my hand against her pussy, cupping her in my palm the way I did last night, the heel of my hand pressed to her clit. Not moving, not giving her friction, just a light pressure that I know will drive her mad as I curl my middle finger, slipping it into her.
My cock throbs at the sensation of her wrapped around my finger. She’s so fucking wet, still dripping with my cum from last night, and I start to slide my finger in and out, slowly, relishing the sounds that her pussy makes as I finger her.
“Tristan!” She pushes at my chest, ineffectually. “Someone could come down the hall… ah …”
She gasps as I press my hand harder against her. Still not rubbing, just pressure, as I keep up that slow thrust with my finger. “Tristan, the staff could see?—”
“Let that be a lesson to you,” I purr, pushing my finger deeply into her again. “Don’t lock me out, célie . I could be fingering you in a bed right now, behind the closed door you like so much. Instead, you’re going to come in this hallway.”
“No, I won’t,” she hisses, and I chuckle.
“We’ll stand here until you do, Simone. I don’t have anywhere to be until this afternoon, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do with my morning than play with my wife’s wet pussy.
” I smirk down at her, enjoying the flush that rises in her cheeks.
“Not only that, but I’m not going to make it easy for you.
You’re going to have to help yourself come, célie .
Ride my hand until you come all over it, and then I’ll fuck you. ”
“You can’t make me,” she breathes, and I shrug.
“Yes, I can. And if you don’t want to get caught, I suggest you start using what I’m giving you sooner rather than later.”
As I say it, I angle my hand, pushing my index finger into her tight pussy as well. Simone lets out a small, involuntary gasp, and as I stroke my fingers inside her, I feel her hips tilt—the first time she’s sought out pleasure from me.
A smile spreads across my lips, my cock throbbing as I press my hand against her.
“Good girl,” I murmur, rocking my hips and giving myself a little relief, too, the friction of grinding my cock against her hip.
My hand is trapped between us, and I can feel her fighting the urge to rock against me, to give herself what she so desperately needs.
I can see her pulse fluttering in her throat, see her chest rise and fall as her breathing quickens. I mean exactly what I said—I’ll stand here for as long as I have to, until I win this game.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip. I see her breath hitch again and again as I stroke her, her body winding tight until she can’t fight me any longer.
“No… I…” Her head tips back against the door, her mouth falling open as her body takes over.
I feel her hips tilt against my hand, seeking the friction that her swollen clit desperately needs, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she starts to ride them.
Her hands fly up to push at my chest, but she’s already gone, her chest heaving as her teeth sink into her lower lip to bite back a cry as the orgasm hits her.
She’s fucking beautiful when she comes.
Her arousal drenches my hand, her pussy fluttering rhythmically around my fingers as her hands claw against my chest, leaving scratches behind as she bucks against me.
Her entire body shudders, a moan escaping from between her teeth as her face flushes and her back arches, and I’ve never wanted anything more than to see her like this on my cock.
I want her riding me, coming like this, while I explode inside of her. I feel myself throb, every part of my body screaming for me to fuck her up against the door, but as she starts to come down, I pull my hand back, raising my fingers slowly to my mouth as she stares at me.
I lick them clean, one at a time, savoring the taste of her without ever breaking eye contact. “You taste perfect,” I murmur, and Simone sneers at me, her eyes flashing with rage.
“Get it over with,” she hisses. “You got what you wanted. You said you were going to fuck me. So do it already, before someone catches us.”
I smile, slow and lazy, and take a step back, dropping my hands to my sides. “I changed my mind.”
“What?” Simone blinks at me, clearly unsure if she’s heard me correctly. Her gaze drops to my hips, where the outline of my painfully hard cock is clear against my robe.
“I’m fine. I didn’t want you that badly.” I smirk at her, enjoying the sight of her disheveled and caught off-guard, her hair a tousled mess around her flushed face and her nightgown rucked up around her thighs. “I just wanted to make a point about the locked door."
It's a complete lie. I want her so badly I can barely think straight, my cock demanding that I bury myself inside of her as soon as possible.
I need to come more than I need to fucking breathe, it feels like…
but the look of confusion on her face is worth the discomfort, and the way her mouth falls open in shock is utterly satisfying.
"You..." She struggles for words, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. "You did that just to prove a point?"
"I did that to remind you who's in charge here." I nod toward her room. "Keep the door unlocked, Simone. I won't ask again. If you don’t want to share a bed with me, fine. But when I want my wife, I expect her to be available to me."
“You arrogant piece of?—”
“Remember what I said about your mouth, célie .” I raise an eyebrow, reaching down to part my robe so that she gets a clear view of my aroused cock. “I’ll take it sooner or later. It could be right now.”
She snaps her mouth shut, glaring at me with such unadulterated hatred that it almost stings, for a moment. I know I’m only making things worse. It’s just that she makes it so fucking easy.