Chapter Twenty-four #2
“Am I that obvious?” I blushed, touching the earnings again on instinct. “They are a gift from Tristan.”
“I see,” Matthias helped me get to my feet and in the small space of the stall we were so very close, pressed together. “Have fun. And Vic? Tell me all about it later.”
I made my way to Tristan’s office the moment we were back home. He was sitting behind his big oak desk and comparing notes but the moment I walked in the door all that razor-sharp attention settled on me. I made sure my high heels clicked on the hardwood floor as I made my way closer.
“Do you like your investment?” I said, tilting my head just right to expose my neck.
The ruby earrings were pretty but it was really the necklace that was the crown jewel here.
The shocked breath Tristan took at the sight of the bloody necklace circling my neck was immensely satisfying.
Tristan’s eyes took in the four rows of white pearls and fixated hungrily on the part at the front where the pearls were stained crimson and rubies dripped down in strings of red in imitation of blood dripping from my neck.
The vampire half stood from his seat, made feral by my provocation.
“ Come here ,” his voice had a quality to it, a certain pull, as if he was resisting using his powers on me and losing the battle, as his wits were scattered around him.
My steps led me to the desk and I leaned over it. The moment I was close enough Tristan reached out a hand to caress the necklace, then followed his fingers with his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick at the bloody pearls. It wasn’t real blood but Tristan still groaned.
I had a feeling he was in awe of how beautiful I looked, adorned with the bloody necklace. Tristan was almost hypnotized, spellbound by my choice of jewelry.
Affecting him like this was glorious. I shivered with anticipation at what he was going to do to me for this stunt.
“Enchanting. Victoria, are you trying to drive me mad? If so, you had succeeded,” Tristan pressed two fingers under the choker, making it even tighter. "But those pretty earrings and the necklace weren't the only things you bought for yourself. Show me the other one," Tristan demanded.
"Say please and maybe I will," I purred.
His eyes flashed.
"You know, I don't need your purchase," Tristan said, unbothered by my taunt. "Because I have a whole chest of toys I can use on you. If you are a good girl maybe someday I will show you what's waiting for you in there."
Fuck, he had me.
I set the box I took with me on the table in front of Tristan, but he didn’t reach for it.
“I said: show me,” he said with steely expectation in his tone.
My sharp breath in reverberated through the room. Under his fiery gaze, I opened the box and pulled out the toy. A big, purple cock. A ribbed, vibrating dildo.
“I see you couldn’t resist taking a peek. Did you use it, darling? Were you a naughty girl?” Tristan asked, noticing the dildo was already cleaned and the batteries were put in.
I shook my head.
“I just wanted to look at it.”
“Did you imagine riding it during your business meeting?”
I shook my head again but the way I licked my lips had to reveal I was skimming the truth because Tristan raised his elegant eyebrow at me.
“Not during the meeting. But after,” I admitted with a blush. “I sucked Matthias off in the company’s bathroom.”
“Hmm, I can’t decide if that was you being a naughty girl or a good girl,” Tristan grinned. “How about you try out this toy while I think on it?”
“You aren’t going to...?” I said with embarrassed yearning but then I noticed his hand reached for the remote and my eyes blew wide.
Oh yes, if he wanted a show I was going to give him one.
I could have moved this to the bedroom but why bother when Tristan’s office had such a big desk just perfect to sprawl on?
The tight business suit that clung to me like a second skin suddenly felt too small and I shed it quickly, eager to show what was underneath.
“Oh, Victoria, you have dressed like this to the company meeting?” Tristan asked, his voice getting lower at the sight of my lingerie.
The intense red color of it was like a flag waved at a bull.
The color matched the bloody rubies of my necklace perfectly.
Tristan’s right hand clenched on the sidebar of his chair when I got onto his desk and swung my legs over the edge, bracketing him between them.
He had a perfect view of my lacy panties and bra as I reached for the dildo and slid it over my body, directing his gaze from my neck, over my breasts and taut stomach, then down, down, down, until I was rocking against the purple monstrosity through the red fabric.
“It made me feel, ah! More confident in myself. All those men looking at me and not knowing what lay underneath my pristine clothes.”
“Such a wicked kitten,” Tristan said with approval. “Now, I want my other purchase to be put to good use. Put it in, sweetheart.”
I yelped as the dildo in my hands came to life, vibrating just for a moment, sending shocks through my pussy, before it went still once more.
Feeling that vibrating inside of me was going to destroy me.
I wanted that. I wanted it now, so I pulled the skimpy lingerie to the side and revealed my wet pussy.
My arousal churned in me from the moment I was back at the Russet Mansion and decided to visit Tristan and I was already dripping.
Even so, the first press of the purple cock between my folds, slipping inside of me, took my breath away.
The rigid solidity of the silicone toy was different from a real cock but, in this instance, mixed with the inhumane ridges spiraling along the purple surface, it only added to my enjoyment.
The flared head slid in with a pop and I looked between my legs to observe with anticipation as the first ridge approached my entrance.
It was only a small bump but when it repeated twice, thrice, five times, the sensation magnified.
The ridges stimulated all the sensitive areas not only at the start but also when the dildo pressed inside, reaching deep, until there was no more space left in me.
I whimpered when I pushed on the base and the fake cock didn’t budge.
Before I could pull it out Tristan spoke.
“You are a delightful sight, Victoria. But I can make your expression even better.”
My legs spasmed when Tristan turned the vibrator on again.
I hoped that open-mouthed breathless shout was the expression he wanted to see because that was what he got.
My mouth opened around my moans as the vibrations found my very core, creating a feedback of lust-bliss-pleasure from deep inside of me.
Breath shuddered out of me in a shaky exhale as pulling the cock out proved to be even more intense than putting it in.
The ridges caught before popping out one by one, providing a novel sensation of my opening being stretched then closing around the girth of the dildo before the experience repeated in a maddeningly quick succession.
I got lost in the rhythm of push and pull until Tristan called me back to Earth.
“That’s it, look at you, squirming on top of my desk. You know, Victoria, I have made my decision. You have been both a good girl and a naughty one. As your reward, I will let you come. But for your punishment... it will be on the highest setting.”
The new strength of the vibrations slammed into me without mercy.
My body arched into a bow and only Tristan’s hands on my legs kept me from falling off the desk.
I squirmed, writhed, not knowing if I wanted the invading vibrating cock out or for it to never stop.
Sweat dripped down my brow as my noises started to sound less human when the intense sensation turned me into a mindless beast as I chased my orgasm.
I was only half aware of Tristan cooing sweet nothings as he stood up, towering over me, claiming control over me both with his body and the tiny instrument of doom that controlled how I was wrecked.
I couldn’t last long against such an onslaught, especially when Tristan took hold of the base of the purple dildo and slammed it inside of me, driving the vibrating head in as far as it would go.
“Mmm... mngh!” I whimpered and shuddered, squeezing around the devilish dildo as I came. Tristan gentled me through my climax, turning the maddening vibrations off and rocking the cock slowly in and out until I gasped like a fish out of water when my orgasm turned to oversensitivity.
I slumped back against the desk, a hand over my eyes as I panted after Tristan pulled the dildo out and set it to the side.
My mind swam in endorphins and the exertion of being strung tight like a bow and played like a violin so I noticed Tristan was up to something only when we returned back to his seat with a smile that spelled mischief.
When he helped me get off the desk I followed his lead only to be turned around and pressed against the polished wooden surface. Then I saw it. Tristan’s phone trained on me with a video call to Theo already connecting.
I froze, as Theo blinked at the sight that greeted him, his mouth open. He quickly looked to both sides and scurried somewhere more private but he didn’t drop the call.
“Victoria wanted to show you her new jewelry,” Tristan said smugly.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Theo groaned, his face red. “How am I supposed to concentrate at work after this sight? That necklace... Victoria, I want to rip it off and watch all those pearls scatter before I bite into your neck, recreating that bloody waterfall.”
Tristan touched the necklace possessively, making the rubies glint in the light of the office as they dangled enticingly, trailing down my neck. “This necklace is too pretty to destroy. Now, Theo, you should be grateful. Victoria looks particularly splendid today so I didn’t want you to miss out.”
The bastard was using Theo as an extension of his power over me. It didn’t get me hot. Not at all. Nope. The stirrings of a new heat in my belly were completely unrelated.
“How was the trip? Did the client give you any trouble?” Tristan asked just as I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered.
“Just a bit. He had some choice words about how our Sanguine handled the situation but I persuaded him to...”
Were they really going to talk business while Tristan fucked me?
As a thick, hot length pressed into me, making me groan, I discovered the answer was yes.
The words over my head quickly became an incomprehensible jumble of syllables as Tristan set a hard rhythm from the get-go, pulling staccato moans from my throat.
The surface of the desk under my hands was slippery and I could hardly find purchase to brace against the strength of Tristan’s thrusts so my position, bracing on my hands, changed to supporting myself on my elbows, and later just laying on the desk, dazed.
There was something wicked about being the centerpiece of this situation and yet being so thoroughly ignored. Tristan led the conversation through Sanguine matters and Theo played along, even if his hungry eyes couldn’t pretend to be unaffected by the live feed he was watching.
After a day of having to be a tough bitch, a perfect businesswoman with no room for error, it was freeing to let myself just be used.
Business? What business? Theo and Tristan and Matthias had all of that under control.
I could finally relax.
My body went boneless against the desk and I let Tristan's thrusts rock me back and forth as all my resistance, all my pretense, was gone.
In their place satisfaction and peace bloomed.
While my previous orgasm was a violent thing that shook me to my core, this climax was like slipping into the warm water of a bath, letting myself be enveloped by soothing heat.
I made a sleepy sound of contentment as my body shuddered and Tristan followed me into completion.
He kept his thrusts steady and gentle, rocking into me as if he didn’t want to disturb the languid state I found.
I looked at Theo. His lips were moving and he was no longer speaking about business but heaping praise upon me.
“Theo, come home, I want you here,” I said and closed my eyes.
“I will be there tomorrow, sunshine.”
I scrunched my brows.
“Isn’t sunshine bad for you? Don’t wanna be sunshine...” I mumbled.
“Sweetcakes, then,” Theo laughed.
Cakes were good. Something the vampires didn’t need but wanted anyway. Something like me. I nodded in approval while Tristan pulled out of me then scooped me in his arms. I curled into him and I was asleep even before he set me down on his bed.