Chapter 8
Tristan
My butt clenched up tight at the wicked light dancing in her green eyes as she smiled at me like a cat who caught the canary.
Sure, logically I knew that the plug was small, but I’d never let anyone play with my ass like that before. Many had asked, but—no pun intended—I’d never been interested in it. I’d enjoyed fucking women in the ass, but the thought of someone doing it to me had just never turned me on. Until now. I don’t know what kind of a hold Beatrice had on me, but it was strong enough that anything she suggested sounded good.
I leaned over the edge of the hot tub to the small, aged copper and tile table next to it. Usually I put my beer on it while I was out here soaking away the aches and pains that came from working hard. Today, it held a small, but looking larger by the moment, plug and the bottle of lube. I picked up the silver plug, rolling it around in my hand for a moment before turning back to Bee. She’d moved from her reclined position and now stood in the middle of the hot tub, the water coming up to just below her hips. Her pale skin had a pink flush to it from the heat, and I wanted to lick the water dripping from her breasts.
Fuck she was hot.
Closing the small distance between us, she placed her hand between my pectoral muscles and gently pushed.
“Sit down.”
Feeling a little nervous, I joked, “Won’t that keep you from doing what you want to my ass?”
She arched one reddish blonde brow. “Sit.”
I did as she asked, my dick still standing tall and proud despite my internal nervousness.
Moving between my legs after spreading my thighs with her hands, she began to gently kiss my neck, my ears, and my face in a way that had me closing my eyes. I didn’t think I was imagining the tenderness in her touch, and the warmth that spread through me was hotter than the water my legs sat in. The light changed to a teal blue color as I opened my eyes to watch her kiss her way down my chest to my nipples. She rubbed my thighs with a soft, hungry sound then bit my nipple hard enough to sting.
My cock began to throb as those delicate kisses trailed lower, getting closer and closer to where my shaft was pointing straight up. I leaned back and braced my hands on the edge of the tub, shifting so she could have all the room she wanted. She floated back a little bit, then her hand gripped me a second before her tongue laved the tip of my erection.
Bliss. The sensation of her tongue smoothing over my throbbing cock was bliss. I struggled to keep my eyes open, to watch her engulf me with her mouth, but if felt too damn good. Not thrusting up was a struggle, I wanted to bury myself in her throat, but with my piercing I ran the very real chance of chipping her tooth and getting bit in the process. That would end the night real quick.
The wet sounds of her sucking me mingled with the still churning water, and I gave myself over to the sensations. This woman knew how to please a man, and I was so thankful she was using her skills on me. Not too hard, not too soft, she played with my balls as she began to bob up and down and I almost came way too fast.
“Wait,” I croaked out in a strangled voice, my embarrassment making my tone thick as I said, “you’re gonna make me come.”
With a long, slow slurp, she pulled off of me, and I tried to think of not sexy thoughts.
Something almost impossible to do as she said, “Watch me.”
She began to play with her tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples as she gasped softly. I wanted to be the one touching her, to be the one giving her pleasure, to taste her flesh in my mouth but I sat where I was with my hands on the edge. She didn’t tell me to touch her, only watch, and it was sweet torture.
When her hand disappeared between her legs, I groaned, the begging tone clear in my voice as I said, “Please, let me do that for you.”
“No,” she replied as her hand began to move faster. “My clit is so hard for you, Tristan. My pussy is so wet, slicker than the water with my need. Just looking at you turns me on so much I could come from just observing you. I am a very lucky woman.”
My pride swelled, along with my dick, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t preen for her a little bit. Every man likes knowing his woman found him as irresistible as he found her. That he was attractive to her, wanted by her, and that she valued him. A good Mistress knows her sub wanted, no needed to be valued and Beatrice understood that.
Removing her hand from between her legs, she licked her fingertips as I shifted on the edge of the hot tub, my balls drawn up tight.
“Turn around, Tristan. I want you to hold onto the edge of the tub while I insert that lovely little plug into your ass.”
My heart pounded harder as I did as she commanded.
Her hand smoothed over my flank while she placed a kiss on my lower back. “Relax, darling. I’m not going to hurt you. Well, I am, but not with this. Right now we’re all about pleasure. Now try to relax for me. That’s a good boy.”
She picked up the plug from where I’d set it on the edge of the tub and I flinched a little as she ran the cool metal over my heated skin.
“Tristan,” she said with a slight hint of laughter in her voice, “Jerk your cock for me.”
Bracing one hand on the edge, I grabbed my dick and gave it a good squeeze, almost surprised that I was as hard as ever. Whatever problems my head had with ass play evidently didn’t extend to my dick. A heady rush of embarrassment mixed with my arousal as she began to play with the crack of my ass, running the tip of the plug up and down it. With her other hand, she reached between my legs, tapping my inner thighs until they spread further. This allowed her to roll my balls around in her hand, increasing the erotic tension.
“There we go,” she purred as she began to caress my ass with the cool metal of the plug again. “You have the best butt I’ve ever seen on a man.”
She stopped playing with my balls and began to spank me, hitting one cheek at a time. Those slaps weren’t hard, but they only added to my feeling of submission. That I was allowing her to treat me like this, to extend her power over me. Once again that weird mixture of embarrassment and arousal left me feeling a little lightheaded. I began to focus more and more on the heat she was building as her spanks became harder, more stinging. By the time she stopped, I was barely stroking my dick, once again shamefully close to losing it.
Using her hand, she pressed on my lower back until my ass stuck out, my back almost flat. She placed the plug on it, the small weight rolling a bit, forcing me to be utterly still lest I fall into the tub. Her breasts rubbed the stinging skin of my buttocks as she leaned over and grabbed the lube. The squirt of the oil was an almost rude sound, and I closed my eyes, bracing for the discomfort. But when her clever fingers began to play with my rear entrance it felt… good. Wrong, dirty, forbidden, but fuck it felt good.
“Keep stroking yourself,” she said with a bit of bite to her words. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said in a voice that almost sounded drunk.
I couldn’t help it, I was overloaded with a need so fierce my whole body seemed to throb.
Those small fingers of hers began to put pressure on my anus and my first reaction was to tighten up.
This earned me a swat on the ass followed by a sharp, “Relax.”
I tried to do as she said, my embarrassment growing by the second as she thrust her small finger into my ass. Right away my body clenched up, but she had used an ample amount of lube and my resistance didn’t stop her from finger fucking me. I wondered what I looked like, wondered if she found it as hot as I did when a woman let me ass fuck her. Then she touched something inside of my ass that had me grunting in pleasure.
“Ahhh,” she nearly purred. “The male g-spot, the prostate. Did you know I could make you come by just rubbing on this?”
Precum dripped from the tip of my dick as I groaned, arching into her touch now. “Fuck.”
Her soft laughter washed over me as she added another finger, her strokes firm and sure. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Tristan. Your dick stretches me like no one else has before. You make my pussy feel so good.”
I began to move back on her fingers, my conscious thoughts fading as the pleasure of her touch combined with my jerking off had me nearly shaking. When she withdrew her fingers, I nearly protested, until the cold kiss of metal hit my anus. Another obscene squirt of lube, then she pressed the plug into me. It didn’t feel any bigger than her fingers, but at the same time left me with a sensation of being uncomfortably full.
“Turn around and sit down so I can ride you. I’m aching to come on your dick.”
I did as she asked, then drew her to me, pausing to suck one of her nipples into my mouth as she straddled my hips. My dick rubbed first against the curls of her mound before the slick heat of her entrance enwrapped just the tip of my dick. I sucked hard on her breast, trying to fit as much as I could into my mouth, flicking and tasting her as I wrapped my arms around her. The piece of metal in my ass made me feel strange, almost uncomfortable things but that only turned me on even more.
“Yes,” she sighed as she sank down onto me, the tight walls of her sex parting for my dick. “Oh that feel so good.”
Placing her hands on my shoulders, she set a brisk pace, bouncing up and down on my cock. Each thrust worked the plug inside of me, the base pressing against the seat of the hot tub. When I moved my hips a little, it hit that spot inside of me that sent me nearly over the edge. I released her breast with a gasp, throwing my head back and fighting to keep from exploding. Every inch of my body felt like it was on fire, every sensation magnified as time slowed down. Her breathing sped up, little whimpers escaping her. She was my entire universe, my everything as she rode me faster and faster. Finally, she began to grind and I pushed up, grabbing her waist and holding her as I worked my body into hers.
“Yes,” she cried out, “fuck me. I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
I gritted my teeth and tried to comply, but when she raked her nails down my back as she arched with a throaty cry, I lost it. Her pussy milked me with her contractions and I lost the fight against myself, my orgasm roaring through me. Lightning shot down my spine and into my balls, my heart thundering as I pumped up into her, the clutch of her now soft and swollen pussy the best thing in the world.
She shuddered and moaned as I fucked her so deep I saw stars.
The hunk of metal in my ass made me feel branded, controlled and owned.
I loved it.
After emptying myself completely, I let out a little groan as her pussy squeezed me tight.
“Mercy,” I choked out. “I give. I tap out. Mercy.”
My shaft was so sensitive that when she slid out of me, with a laugh that made her pussy flutter around my dick, I shook.
“Mmmm,” she hummed softly as she rubbed up against me like a kitten. “That was just what I needed. Do you think you can move so I can take the plug out?”
“Just leave it,” I managed to say through almost numb lips, my eyes still closed as the waves of release sent a relaxation so deep through me that I almost fell asleep right then and there.
With a giggle, she used the buoyancy of the water to roll me over and help remove the plug.
It hurt more coming out than going in, but that was probably because most of the lube had washed away in the hot tub.
Once it was out, she rolled me back over so she could sit on my lap in the water, both of us content to just lie there together. My dick, despite having come mere minutes ago, tried to rally as her soft buttocks rested against me. Unable to help myself, I reached beneath the water and stroked every part of her I could, marveling at how small and soft she was compared to me.
It was fully dark by now, and Bee stretched out in the now yellow light of the hot tub and gave a big, long yawn that triggered one of my own.
“Would you like to spend the night?” I asked impulsively, suddenly very keen on the idea of going to sleep and waking up with Bee in my bed.
She stiffened a little and sighed. “No, I’m afraid I still have some work to do when I get back to my room.”
“Anything I can help with?”
Again she shook her head, and gently moved out of my arms, giving off an odd vibe. “No, but thank you. If you’re there I’ll never get anything done.”
“Okay.” I mentally searched for a way to keep her here without sounding desperate or selfish but came up with nothing. “Let me grab some towels.”
She gave a wolf whistle as I clambered out of the tub, and I grinned despite the weird tension. As I gathered the towels from a nearby outdoor chest where I kept them, I gave myself a stern talking to. I was moving too fast and falling for her far too quickly. I had to remember that this probably wouldn’t last forever, that she was most likely going to go back on tour and end up not teaching here. I mean, two million dollars was a lot of money, more than I’d ever made in my life. I couldn’t imagine giving up that kind of cash. I’m sure Derek was offering her a pretty penny to work here, we were all paid very well, but I doubted he’d shell out two million to get her to stay.
A small, almost sick feeling twisted my gut as I returned and toweled her off. She must have sensed my mood because we didn’t say much as she gathered her things. Our drive back to the main Ranch was also quiet and I wondered if the nasty feeling brewing inside of me was from subdrop or something else. I’d experienced the drop before, but usually after a hardcore scene. While what we’d done tonight had pushed my boundaries, I hadn’t been through the huge adrenaline rushes that usually caused my drop. Then again, maybe Bee was having a Top fall. That’s what one of my Domme friends had called it when she experienced the blues after a scene. For her, it was like being on the top of a mountain, breathing the best air in the world, then losing her footing and falling down the other side.
Or maybe I was just overthinking things. Maybe she’d just had a long day, had a lot on her mind, and her mood had nothing to do with me. Hell, maybe her hip was hurting again while I was over here feeling upset over nothing.
We pulled up front and I reached out and grabbed her hand, giving it a kiss as I said, “I have a very good time with you tonight, Bee. Thank you for spending time with me. I know you’ve got a very busy schedule, and I appreciate it.”
Her frostiness thawed a bit and I swear guilt flashed across her expressive face before she gave me a gleaming smile. “I had a wonderful time, Tristan. Thank you for showing me your home and making such a lovely dinner. It’s been a while since I’ve had a home-cooked meal.”
She leaned over and gave me a soft, lingering kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow before class. Same time, same place?”
“You got it.”
Relief softened her features and she hesitated, then tipped her forehead against my shoulder. “I’m sorry if I’ve been a little quiet. I’ve got a lot on my mind right now, but it has nothing to do with you. You’re the one good thing in my life right now. I’m sorry I wasn’t better company.”
“Hey”—I gave her back a gentle rub as I turned in my seat to hug her—“it’s okay. You do have a lot going on, and you don’t have to be ‘on’ for me. I enjoy your company even when you’re quiet.” I gave her a teasing smile. “Besides, you’re pretty enough that I can just sit here and look at you and be entertained.”
The remaining stiffness in her body melted as we sat in the drive before the front doors of the Ranch. It was a little past nine, and there was a good crowd of people going into and out of the main building. Wrought iron lights illuminated the various paths branching off from the front porch, and people both dressed and scantily clad milled about. Through the cracked windows of the truck, the murmur of voices and the sound of distant laughter filtered in, mixing with our breathing.
“You’re such a man,” she said as she pulled back and gathered up her purse. “Thank you, again, for a lovely night, Tristan. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Night.”
She paused, her hand on my truck’s door. “Actually, would you mind walking me back to my room? I have a book I’d like to give you to read if you’re interested. The mystery that we were talking about the other day, the one with the blind detective and his super-smart guide dog.”
Elation filled me, but I tried to play it cool as I said, “Sure, that’d be great. If you want to wait in the foyer for me, I’m just gonna go park real quick.”
“Of course,” she said with a bright smile. “I’ll see you inside.”
Thankfully, it didn’t take me long to park, I grabbed one of the employee spots up front and said a silent apology to whoever was working tonight. A giddy, almost bubbly feeling filled my gut as my earlier disappointment evaporated, replaced by eagerness. And I wasn’t excited about the prospect of more sex, but rather just being let into her world. Sheesh, I must have it bad because I honestly just wanted to hang out with her and was grateful for any morsel of her time I could get.
I found her in the foyer, at the front desk chatting with one of the evening receptionists. There were various people milling about, some almost nude, some in bondage gear, and others in formal dinner gowns and suits. The endless variety of people and kinks at the Ranch always made for some good people watching, but tonight they all seemed pale and lifeless compared to Bee. She shone with an inner light that made her glow, and even with her hair pulled back into a ponytail and not a lick of makeup on, she was still gorgeous.
Because I loved to see her smile, I said in a deep voice as I walked up to the front desk, “Hey, pretty lady, come here often?”
She played along, giving me a slow grin as she said, “And who might you be?”
The receptionist giggled and moved down the long desk to help an older couple, leaving Bee and I beaming at each other like fools.
“Just a man hoping he can get lucky with the prettiest girl with the hottest ass on the Ranch.”
She actually laughed and blushed, making my chest ache in a new and unexpected way. “Charming and crude as always.”
I held out my arm for her. “May I escort you to your room, Ma’am?”
She pretended to think for a moment, tapping her red nails on her lips. “Hmmm, I guess that would be okay.”
We smiled at each other as she slipped her hand into mine and we walked to the elevators together, chatting about some of the people in the lobby and speculating what they were up to for the night. She was funny, and quick, and I was still laughing at her wit as we made it to the front door of her suite. From inside came the sound of raised male voices, though I couldn’t hear what was being said.
Exchanging a worried look with me, Bee used her key card to open the door and went to walk inside, but I moved in front of her. There was definitely the sound of an argument coming from down the hall, between Alfie and some guy I didn’t recognize and it was heated. I didn’t want her walking into something where she could get hurt.
“Hold on,” I said, “wait here. Let me scope out the situation. I don’t recognize the voice of whoever Alfie is arguing with.”
She elbowed me out of the way with a scowl. “I do, that’s Gary, my manager.”
Oh boy, she was pissed. I wisely stepped back and followed in her wake as she marched down the hallway. The closer we got, the more I could make out the two men insulting each other and it was not pretty. These weren’t the fuck you kinda insults, but rather deeply personal ones. The kind that were designed to hurt, the kind guys hurled at each other right before they started throwing punches.
We reached the living room area and found Alfie, wearing what looked like navy-blue silk pajamas, standing nose to nose with a taller man dressed in a slick gray suit. The stranger had a full head of dark hair, and a neatly trimmed goatee with traces of silver in it. Tall and slim, he had sharply defined features that were currently pulled into a sneer as he said something about Alfie not being a real man. How he was just using Bee for her money and how he’d be nothing without her.
“What,” Bee said in a voice loud enough to be heard over their disagreement, “the hell is going on here!”
“There you are.” The man I assumed was Gary whirled around, ignoring me after a cursory glance and focusing on Bee. “Why haven’t you answered your phone? I’ve been calling you all day, and I’ve left at least a dozen messages.”
“I haven’t answered my phone because I was busy,” Bee said, putting her hands on her hips. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk some sense into you,” he said as he drew himself up.
“You came to bullshit and manipulate her, you fuckwad,” Alfie said as he nearly trembled with anger.
“I heard what you said to Alfie,” Bee said in a low, pissed-off voice. “I want to talk to you too, Gary, alone.”
“But—” Alfie said just as I was about to protest.
“Alone,” she snapped with absolutely no room for argument in her tone.
I motioned to Alfie. “Come on, man. Let’s give them some privacy.”
Alfie hesitated, “Bee, are you sure?”
She didn’t take her eyes off of Gary. “I’m sure. This won’t take long. Tristan, would you mind taking Alfie for a walk?”
I gave Gary a quick look and let him see that I would happily kick his ass from here to California if he fucked with her. “You got it, but we’ll be close enough that if you need help, I’ll be there.”
“Fine,” she said as she kept her gaze on Gary. “I’ll call you when we’re done.”