Chapter 3
Tristan
If my dick got any harder, I feared it might explode.
All she had to do was look at me, with those sultry emerald-green eyes, and I was her willing slave.
“I don’t know,” I answered her honestly. “I guess I was just born like this.”
She arched a perfectly shaped brow and tapped the arm of her chair with one pink-painted nail. “An interesting and honest answer, but I’m afraid I’ll need more than that. If we’re to work together I need to know you. I need to know what you like, what you hate, and what you crave.”
“It depends on who I’m with. I get off on my partner getting off, on fulfilling her needs.”
She pondered this, absently twirling a strand of her brilliant hair as she said, “So more of a service submissive?”
I shrugged. “Kind of but not really? We have a lot of service submissives on the Ranch, but I wouldn’t say I’m like them. It’s more like… shit how do I put this into words… you know that feeling you get when you really connect with someone during a scene? When it feels like everything just kind of flows between you? When you feel really bonded to them on a soul-deep level? That’s what I like. How I get there isn’t really important. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting there, but the ultimate outcome I’m looking for isn’t an orgasm. It’s that connection, that trust that allows me to go into subspace.”
Her eyes locked on me and I had to resist the urge to squirm as she said, “And what is subspace like for you?”
“Peace,” I answered immediately. “Even if I’m physically in pain, it still feels like peace. Like everything in my mind shuts up, all the worries and stress just disappears, and I can finally let go and feel.”
“I imagine being as naturally protective as you are can be very stressful,” she said in an almost absent voice before her gaze sharpened again. “I know you said the getting there part isn’t important, and that your goal isn’t an orgasm, but I’m still curious as to what gets you off. What turns you on?”
“You do.”
She laughed, and her neck then cheeks turned red with a blush. “Very flattering, but I’m being serious.”
“So am I. You are a very beautiful woman.” I grinned as she blushed harder. “I’ve been reading your books and the way you describe high protocol is intriguing. I like being controlled, I like following the orders of someone I respect, and I love making you smile.”
“You are very charming,” she went back to twirling her hair with one finger, “Do you have any particular kinks you’re into?”
“I like doing pet play.”
Her finger stopped twirling. “Really? What about it appeals to you? And are you a puppy or a kitty? Or something else?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Not much of a puppy or a kitty. More like a guard dog. I enjoy protecting my Mistress, taking care of her and keeping her safe.”
“That makes sense, you don’t put off a very submissive vibe. Not that I’m saying you aren’t, but you certainly have a presence about you. I like that. I like knowing that you would be bending to my will yet still have your own personality, that you are yourself rather than becoming a puppet that will do whatever I wish with blind obedience.”
Drinking in her beauty, I had a hard time focusing on our conversation, my body already clamoring for me to fuck her silly. “That won’t be a problem with me.”
Her pretty pink lips curved into a smile, revealing even white teeth. “I didn’t think it would. I’m assuming you aren’t currently in a relationship with anyone?”
“Nah,” I looked down at my clasped hands. “My partners have been casual. To be honest, I’ve never seriously dated anyone in the lifestyle. Before I came here, I mostly kept my kinks to myself, visiting local clubs but always wearing a mask. A few people knew, but not many. Being on the police force it would not have been good for my career if I’d been outed, especially as a submissive. Cops tend to be hyper macho, we kind of have to be, and they would have seen me as being weak. So I kept those two parts of my life separate.”
“That must have been difficult,” she said as her expression softened. “May I ask why you left Chicago and came out here?”
Terrible memories tried to escape the box I kept them locked up in as I shook my head. “Some shit happened, real bad shit, and I had to quit before I lost my mind. After over a decade of wearing the badge I needed to get away, and a buddy of mine named Stephen was already working here. We go way back to when we were both in college getting our criminal justice degree. He moved out here a few years ago and talked about how freeing it was to work on the Ranch, how much good he was doing and how many people this place helped. It may seem like a hedonistic sex resort to some, but to others it is a safe place. Somewhere they can go to escape the fucked up world, someplace where they know they’ll be accepted for who and what they are without judgment. My first visit here, I finally found a place that felt like home. A place where I could be who I am without worrying about what other people thought about me. And the landscape is stunning here, so different from the skyscrapers and concrete jungle I’d grown up in. Raw nature at its best.”
“I haven’t had a chance to look around yet,” she gave a delicate yawn hidden behind her hand before continuing, “but I can’t wait to explore the Ranch.”
Checking my watch, I forced myself to say, “Well, I should probably get going and give you a chance to rest.”
“Before you do, would you mind doing me a favor?”
I would drink gasoline if she asked me, but I simply replied, “Anything you need, I’ll do it.”
That made her smile and that warmth she brought forth so easily in me spread through my chest.
“I appreciate that.” She rubbed her thighs with a grimace. “My legs are killing me, I did two burlesque shows almost back-to-back my last night in Tokyo and I don’t know if you’ve seen any of my shows, but they are very physical.”
“Without sounding like a stalker, I’ve watched every video on your social media sites. You’re amazing and incredibly strong. That thing you do on the trapeze with the hoops while hanging by one leg, that has to take an insane amount of concentration and coordination. Yet you make it look easy, the true sign of a master of their art. Or in this case, Mistress.”
I could get addicted to her pretty blush, her fair skin turning pink was rapidly becoming one of my favorite things.
“Thank you. It took me months of training to get the timing on that routine right. I can’t tell you how many times I dropped a hoop or hit myself in the face with one.” Her smile changed, softening and becoming more mischievous and sensual. “Now, come here, Tristan. Kneel before me.”
Standing, I moved closer then slowly lowered myself to my knees after pushing the coffee table out of the way. I loved the way her gaze sharpened as I looked at her. I would say looked up at her, but we were almost eye level as she sat in the chair. I wanted to pull her to me, to kiss those pretty pink lips, to see if she tasted as good as she looked, but I managed to restrain myself.
“How may I serve you, Mistress? Would you like me to massage you here? Or in the bed? Do you have a lotion you prefer? If not I can order some through room service.”
I didn’t miss the little shiver that went through her at my words.
“I believe on the bed would be most comfortable. Otherwise I might fall asleep in my chair. And if you check the lilac and pink duffel bag next to the dresser, you’ll find a bottle of lotion in the side pocket.”
I rose to my feet then held out my hand, helping her from the chair. The moment our fingertips connected, a little spark of electricity zapped through me. She must have felt it as well because her pupils dilated and she paused for a moment, standing close enough that I could feel the heat from her body. She smelled expensive, elegant, like some exotic flower from a place where the sun blazed hot. Her gaze held mine, and my already hard cock gave an almost painful throb as she stood on her tiptoes before me, then gave me a featherlight kiss on the corner of my mouth.
Whispering against my lips, she said, “You are to rub only my legs and feet, nothing else. It doesn’t matter if I soak my panties, if you can smell how hungry my body is for you, you may only touch what I allow. Understood?”
My voice came out rough as I replied, “Yes, Mistress.”
The corner of her mouth kicked up into a smile as she ran her fingertips down the side of my face. “Good.”
Not even a team of wild horses could drag my gaze away from her rounded ass as she sashayed over to the bed, then hooked her fingers in her sweatpants and slowly drew them down her legs. Her every move was studied, practiced, and I was nearly panting by the time she climbed up onto the bed and lay down on her stomach. The sight of her round, firm butt wiggling as she positioned herself had me biting my lip, and I knew it would take a huge feat of self-control to keep from rubbing my hands over the smooth navy satin of her high cut panties.
As quickly as I could, I retrieved her lotion, my whole body on fire as I made my way to the side of the bed and put the lotion down on the table beside me. Part of me wanted to get my hands on her as quickly as possible, but I was determined to make a good impression on her. So instead of pawing at her, I went around the room, turning down the lights and checking the locks on the patio doors before returning to her.
She had her head to the side and watched me through half-lidded eyes, her blazing red hair spread out on her pillow. “Thank you for making sure I’m safe.”
I smiled as stretched out my fingers. “You’ll always be safe with me. Fair warning, my hands are kind of rough. You get callouses pretty quick working on a ranch.”
“Mmmm, sounds delicious.”
Her pleased hum made me feel ten feet tall, and I squirted some lotion that smelled like strawberries into my palms, rubbing them together to warm the liquid before I took one of her small feet into my hands. Her skin was so pale against my tan and I had the urge to suck and nibble on her pink-painted toenails as I began to work the tight muscles of her foot. The deep, rumbly groan she let out as I pressed in with my thumbs made me smile.
“Is that too hard?” I asked as she gave a little jerk.
“No,” her voice was muffled as she turned her face into the pillow. “So good. More.”
Laughing to myself, I lost sense of time as I rubbed the silky skin of first her well-formed calves, then the tight backs of her thighs. She wasn’t skin and bones, and I enjoyed the feel of her sleek muscles beneath a layer of softness. Dancing had given her some seriously thick thighs and they felt so fucking good in my hands. Keeping my mind on my task was difficult, especially when I reached her upper thighs right below the crease of her ass. My movements made her butt jiggle and I wanted so badly to shove my cock against those firm globes, to hold onto them while I fucked her from behind, to fill her up with my cum as she screamed out her pleasure for me.
“Is something wrong?” she asked as I realized I’d stopped massaging her.
“No.” I cleared my throat. “Can you please turn over so I can do your front?”
She rolled over with less grace than she’d gotten into bed with, and I took pride in the sleepy smile that curved her lips.
“You’re really good at this,” she mumbled as I resumed my work.
“My mom was a cashier, she was on her feet all day and I’d help work out the knots in her legs and feet when she got home.”
“My mom was a hairstylist,” she said in that same sleepy soft voice. “She worked so hard that by the time I graduated high school she was going to a chiropractor to help repair the damage twenty years of standing behind a chair had done on her body. One of the best days of my life was being able to support her financially so she could finally retire. Not that she actually stopped working. Now she volunteers five days a week at the local hospital.”
Pressing on a tight bundle of muscle just above her knee, I smiled. “My mom is retired as well, but she spends most of her days working for an animal rescue. She’s one of those women who isn’t happy unless she’s doing something.”
“Hmmm,” came her soft reply before she ran her hand over the curve of her right hip. “Can you work this area, please? I strained it a few weeks ago and it’s still giving me problems.”
My hands practically shook as I did as she asked, pressing my thumb into the hollow of her hip, trying not to stare at the bit of red pubic hair peeking out from the side of her panties. The smell of strawberries mixed with the scent of an aroused woman as I knelt beside the bed to get a better angle. Well, that was a lie, I knelt because I wanted to bury my face in her cunt but had to settle for this. Her skin was so soft and slick beneath my fingers, and I groaned aloud as she shifted, spreading her legs and letting me see how the thin satin of her panties outlined her pussy lips.
“Tristan,” she practically purred my name. “Are you hard?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Show me. I want to watch you jerk off, but don’t come.”
Startled by the boldness of her statement, I licked my lips then slowly stood. “Right here?”
“Yes. Use my lotion to stroke yourself. And unbutton your shirt. I want to see what is mine to play with. You are so handsome, just looking at you turns me on.”
My fingers felt thick and slippery while I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing myself to her hungry gaze. I was glad all my time in the gym and working in the stables paid off, because her appreciative moan at the sight of my chest and abs sent a rush of pride through me. To have this goddess of a woman staring at me like she wanted to eat me alive did great things for my ego. I slowly undid my belt then unzipped my pants and let out a moan of my own as I reached into my boxers and pulled my aching cock out. I pushed my underwear and pants down my hips, eager to give her as much access as she wanted. There was none of her refined elegance in my movements, only harsh need. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on, and we hadn’t even done anything yet.
“You’re pierced and you have a wonderfully hairy chest. You’re just so… rugged and sexy,” she said with a smile as she stretched her arms over her head, “I like it.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I grunted as I gave my cock a good stroke, the barbells through the shaft just before the head rubbing against my palms. “I’ve been told they hit a woman’s g-spot nicely. I can demonstrate if you’d like.”
She smiled without showing her teeth and shook her head back and forth on the pillow. “We’ll save that for later. Right now I want to watch you, I want to see how you touch yourself when you’re alone. Show me.”
My balls were already drawn up tight as I stroked my shaft, squeezing at the base as I stared at her. The rise and fall of her breath sped up as I jerked myself off, my mind playing out a thousand different fantasies. I was going to come embarrassingly quick if I didn’t slow down, but when I tried to she made a tsking sound. Her legs rubbed together and I desperately wanted them wrapped around my waist.
“No, don’t stop. Keep going. Take yourself to the edge. I want to see your dick throb for me.”
She sat up, her face only a couple inches from my erection, close enough that I could easily shove myself into her mouth. Hell yes. I wanted to do that so fucking bad, to have her lips wrapped around me, to see that pretty mouth stretched by my girth, to feel her tongue along my shaft while I deep throated her. I could almost feel it, the sensation of her throat closing around the head of my dick, the suction as she drained me dry…
“Stop,” she ordered suddenly. “Remove your hand.”
I couldn’t help the pained groan as I did as she ordered, my dick bobbing up and down as it jerked at the sudden loss of sensation. I was so close to coming, a few more strokes and I would have been there, painting her face with my seed. When she leaned closer and blew a warm breath on the head, I had to grip my hands together behind my back to keep from reaching for her.
“Please,” my voice cracked but I was beyond caring. “Please.”
She looked up at me and gave me a truly wicked smile. “No. And you’re not to touch yourself while we’re apart. While I’m here, you belong to me. All of you. Your cum, your pleasure, your pain. They are all mine to control. Understood?”
I swear I almost cried as I growled out, “Yes, Mistress.”
She leaned closer, her lips almost touching me as she blew hot breaths up and down the length of my dick. Precum leaked out the tip and I trembled as I fought my instincts. It was torture, pure torture, and I both loved and hated it.
She sat back and waved her hand dismissively. “Thank you for the lovely massage, now you may go.”
Yep, crying would be totally not cool, but damn if I didn’t want to out of sheer frustration. “Yes, Mistress.”
When I went to zip up she stopped me. “No, I want you walking out of here hard like that. I want anyone you pass in the halls to know how much you’re suffering, how much you need release. I want them to see what is mine, to desire you, but not be able to touch.” She traced one finger up and down my length and my knees trembled. “Whose cock is this?”
“Yours, Mistress.”
She reached over to her bedside table and picked up a book I hadn’t noticed before. Flipping it open, she took out a mint-green velvet ribbon that she’d been using as a bookmark. After shutting the book and returning it to its place on the table, she said, “Hold still.”
To my surprise she tied the ribbon around the base of my cock with a big bow like you’d see on a present.
“There,” she said with a smile, tugging gently at an end of the ribbon and making my cock jerk. “Now everyone will know that this lovely, thick erection is taken. I wouldn’t want anyone to think you were available.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I rubbed the back of my head, trying to give my hands something to do so I didn’t grab her and haul her against me for a deep kiss. “My cock is yours.”
Another featherlight stroke followed by a soft, almost sadistic laugh. “That’s right. Now go to bed, Tristan. I’ll see you tomorrow.. And remember, no touching yourself. Your cum belongs to me now.”
“Fuck, yes, Mistress.” I was acutely aware of the cool air on my throbbing dick as I backed away from the bed. “Goodnight.”
“Turn off the light on your way out,” she said as she rolled over onto her side. “Oh, and Tristan? I will be touching myself while I think about you. I’ll be thinking about how good it will be to ride you, to shove all of that thick, fat dick inside of me while I come.”
I let out a laugh that sounded suspiciously like a cry. “Yes, Mistress.”
Adjusting my jeans after I left her room, I did as she bid and kept my hard, beribboned dick exposed. While I’d been naked in front of people dozens of times, it felt different to walk through the quiet halls of the Ranch on the way to the employee parking lot. There was a hint of embarrassment as people openly stared at me when I passed, a tiny bit of shame that for some reason only made me burn hotter. By the time I made it back to my house on the Ridge, I was ready to rub against the nearest surface for relief, but I somehow managed to control myself.
I’d like to say I was able to shower and fall asleep like usual, but my dick ached like a sore tooth and my balls felt like they were going to explode. In all my sexual play, I’d never had a Mistress who denied me an orgasm before. There was something primal about it, something powerful that even when she wasn’t physically here, I was still bending to her will. Fighting my most basic instincts at her command. For a long, long time I lay in my bed, the soft rub of the sheets almost enough to make me come as I suffered. All I could think about was her, all the things I wanted to do to her, all the things I wanted her to do to me. Mistress La Pearl was diabolical, she was positively evil with her torture, and I could not fucking wait to see her again.