12. Tristan
CHAPTER 12
TRISTAN
“ I ’m not sure I can.” I feel the sweat collecting in my lower back.
“Is it a hard limit?” Selene raises her brow at me as she crosses her arms across her chest.
“No but I’m the one that ties people up. I’m the one in control. I’ve never allowed anyone to do that to me.”
She smiles. “All the more reason. Besides, you have to follow through with the dare or there will be consequences.”
Meaning she’s going to force this shit on me because Dominik walked in two minutes ago and he’s standing by the door, observing the back and forth between Selene and me.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. “Okay. But remember, when I say I’m done, you release me.”
Selene nods eagerly, her excitement practically vibrating off her, which only heightens my nerves.
“Damon, will you help me?” she asks, her voice dripping with anticipation.
For a second, I falter, thrown off by the fake names we’re using. But Damon—Dominik—moves without hesitation, crossing the room to stand beside her. Their backs are to me as they rummage through the supply cabinet, exchanging low murmurs. A moment later, they turn, both holding lengths of bondage rope.
Selene approaches first, grabbing my hand and guiding me slowly to the bed. She keeps her eyes on mine as she presses on my chest, urging me to sit at the edge of the mattress.
My pulse thunders in my ears, but I remain still as she straddles me, her weight settling over my thighs. With painstaking slowness, she begins unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers grazing my skin in a way that sends sparks racing down my spine.
Her lips find my neck, warm and soft, trailing downward in a way that leaves me pliant beneath her. My resistance—if I had any—melts like ice in the sun.
Fuck. How did she disarm me so quickly?
The bed dips behind me, a subtle shift, and then I feel Dominik’s presence.
Close. Too close.
They work in silence, somehow knowing exactly what to do as they bind my arms behind my back. My breaths come out harsh and rapid with each pass of the rope around my chest.
“You good?” Dom asks and I simply nod.
Minutes later, Selene’s lips ghost above my ear. “It’s okay.”
“It doesn’t feel like it,” I breathe out, trying to calm my thoughts, but I’m struggling with the power dynamics at play here.
“Distract him,” Dom orders.
Selene looks at my shaking body for a second before she slides off and stands in front of me. Grabbing the bottom of her sweater, she pulls it over her head to reveal her perfectly round breasts. I swallow, watching as the pants slide down her legs next.
She’s not wearing any underwear.
Her peaked nipples brush against my skin as she grips my arms to guide me to stand. Selene wastes no time, working to unbutton my pants and dropping down to the floor to help me step out of them. Not that I need her help to do that but I do enjoy watching a woman on her knees.
She licks her lips, her gaze fixed on my hard cock, while gently running her nails up my thighs. Goosebumps erupt all over my body when she grazes my balls.
“You’re being such a fucking tease,” I groan, closing my eyes. I want to shove her down on the bed and forcefully stick my cock in her mouth.
But I can’t.
Because I allowed her to bound my fucking arms behind my back.
Selene leans forward, drawing me back into the moment as she kisses my lower stomach.
It’s right there, baby. Lick the head.
Selene smiles up at me. “At least you’re distracted now.”
But I’m not because I can feel the rope digging into my skin, suffocating me.
“Sit on my face,” I command, dropping back down on the bed.
She glances at Dom who is sitting behind me on the bed, hands in his hoodie as he watches us. Selene climbs up on the bed, planting a knee on either side of my head, hovering above with her pussy nowhere near my mouth as she struggles to keep her balance.
Dom reaches out, steading her. “Move closer to the headboard.”
“No. I want you to hold me.”
He freezes, and for a brief moment, I’m certain Dominik is going to back out. But then, his hands glide down Selene’s arms, stopping at her elbows. With a bit of hesitancy, he guides her closer, aligning her perfectly with my face.
I stare at her wet pussy, getting painfully hard just lying here being a useless fuck.
“Be a good girl and let me taste you.”
I’m not used to this. Not used to having to wait or be at someone else’s mercy.
Selene looks down and lets out a soft moan as she lowers herself. And I feast on her like a starved man. My tongue slowly exploring every inch of her as her little whimpers fill the room. Every time she squirms or pulls away, Dominik forces her back in place.
His hands are on her hips now, keeping her pinned down against my mouth where she belongs.
“Touch me,” she whispers to him.
I’m lost in pussy-la-la land but even I can tell he’s reserved. He wants to participate but his heart won’t let him.
“Put your mask on me and pretend I’m her,” Selene says, gripping him tighter as her head falls against his shoulder when I softly swipe my tongue up her clit.
I don’t stop as Dom pulls off his mask and secures it over Selene’s face. He forces her to seat herself on me completely, my tongue fucking her relentlessly as I watch Dom draw circles around her nipple. She cries out, melting into us as he kisses her collarbone.
My tongue is begging for her release but I know she needs something else inside her to come. Women like Selene don’t get off easily, that much is obvious.
She needs so much more. Maybe a little bit of pain.
I hear the unmistakable clink of a belt buckle across the room. My gut tightens, hoping it’s Aaron dropping his pants because I didn’t press the green light when we entered. Maybe it was on and I forgot to turn it off?
Fuck I can’t remember.
“You started without me,” Aaron snaps, his voice edged with frustration.
“You’re late,” Dom replies, his tone ice cold.
Selene glances over her shoulder, her mask still perfectly in place, hiding that gorgeous face. Dominik needs to either get in the game or get the hell out. Tonight isn’t about feelings; it’s about crossing lines we never dared to before. About indulging in everything we’re afraid to want.
I hear a bottle of lube opening right as Aaron’s legs press on either side of my arms.
“That’s not going to work,” Dom says.
“I’m going to make it work. He’s done eating for now.” Aaron sounds desperate as he pulls Selene away from my tongue. A second later Dom’s mask flies off her face and lands somewhere behind Aaron. Selene is hovering over my chest now, wearing a puzzled look on her face as she looks between the three of us.
Something is wrong with Aaron. He seems rushed, sloppy even.
Selene turns to face me, her confused expression gone as her fingers brush along my face before she lowers down to kiss me. Her tongue dances with mine, savoring the taste of herself lingering in my mouth. Her pussy rubs against the head of my cock, teasing me into near madness.
“I need my fucking hands,” I grunt, needing to pull her down onto my throbbing dick.
“Is this what you want?” Aaron asks, gripping the back of her head and lining her entrance up with my cock. I tilt my head to the side, watching between our bodies as I disappear inside her pussy.
Our moans pierce the air as my head falls back. Selene sways slowly, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. Lifting my hips, I thrust up, and she lets out another scream. Her body tenses instantly as her nails dig into my pecs.
I pause, looking up at her. “Are you okay?”
“It’s too much,” she mewls, trying to sit up, but Aaron’s hand is on the back of her head, forcing her to stay down against my chest.
“I know you can take it,” he grunts, too lost in the moment to care about anything else.
“Hey, look at me,” I say to Selene, her face flushed and contorted in pain from Aaron’s roughness.
It takes her a second to open her eyes, and when she does, she’s biting her lip so hard it starts to bleed.
Just as she’s adjusting to me, I feel the pressure build, knowing Aaron is entering her ass from behind.
“Do—Damon, grab a vibrator.” I almost said his name.
Aaron smacks Selene’s ass hard, like he’s trying to brand her. She cries out, squeezing her eyes shut and biting my chest. Dom reappears on the other side of Selene, kissing her back while pressing the vibrator against her clit. She lets out a soft moan but I can tell she’s still in pain.
It’s about to get a lot tighter too.
I ache to grab her face, to trail kisses down her neck, but the bindings hold me in place, amplifying my frustration. Yet, beneath the restraint, a surge of exhilaration courses through me—an intoxicating mix of desperation and the need to surrender.
To having no control over any of it.
“Kiss me,” I growl, my voice raw with need. She lifts just enough, pressing her lips against mine in a rushed, messy kiss. It’s less about finesse and more about drowning out the pain she’s enduring.
And then we move together, our bodies seeking a rhythm that balances pleasure and pain. Aaron pounds into Selene with a ferocity that suggests he’s fighting his own demons, focused on inflicting pain. Meanwhile, I’m consumed by one singular goal—her pleasure.
Aaron climaxes first, groaning loudly as he spills inside her. I brace myself to make her come on my own, expecting him to pull out and leave. But Dom and I are both surprised when he pulls Selene up against his chest, one hand snaking around her throat while the other pinches her nipple. Dom keeps the vibrator on her clit, and it only takes a few thrusts before she detonates, coming so hard that I can’t hold back anymore. Her pussy squeezes, milking me completely dry.
We fall together and it’s earth shatteringly good.
The three of us gasp for air, Selene collapses on top of me as Aaron pulls away. I’m breathless, lost to the world as my heart beats loudly against hers. When I open my eyes, Aaron is gently cleaning Selene with a damp towel while Dominik approaches me with a knife, ready to cut the bondage rope.
The second I’m free, I grab Selene, kissing her with such intensity that my dick starts to harden again, while still inside her.
We stay like that, until we’re both spent and breathless once more, and she rests her face on my chest as she catches her breath. I start to drift in and out of sleep when I hear the hotel door slam shut.
Startled, we both rise to our feet, noticing that the shower is running in the bathroom. Are they both in there? Aaron’s clothes are still scattered on the floor, so he’s definitely here.
“I overheard them talking, but I wasn’t really paying attention,” Selene explains as we approach the bathroom door.
I knock, but there is no response. Selene slowly cracks open the door, the room is shrouded in darkness and Aaron stands under the shower with his fists pressed against the wall, visibly struggling to breathe.
No Dominik in sight.
“Hey, are you okay?” I say loudly but he doesn’t flinch or respond, like he can’t hear me.
Selene glances at me, her brows drawn tight with worry. It’s clear she’s concerned about him, but I barely know the guy, let alone how to handle this situation. Sure, we both just shared an intimate moment with her, but whatever’s going on with him feels far more personal.
I linger by the door, as Selene steps into the shower. She moves toward Aaron with cautious intent, water cascading down his rigid frame. He stands frozen under the relentless stream, as if trying to drown out the world.
The moment she wraps her arms around him, his entire body tenses, the weight of her touch breaking through whatever wall he’s put up.
Watching them like this stirs something in me I can’t quite name—a strange, uneasy comfort. I’ve never felt strongly one way or another about how people love each other. As long as it’s consensual and safe, who cares? Life is too short to deny ourselves the chance to explore the darkest, most unspoken parts of who we are. Sex is primal. It’s necessary. It’s human.
But love? That’s a different story. Love is chaos wrapped in delusion. But this isn’t love. It’s something else. Seeing her now, moving toward him with genuine care, arms circling his tense body as if she’s drawing him back from the edge—it feels like something sacred.
It’s not about permanence. It’s about this moment, raw and unguarded. She has no reason to pretend. None of us do tonight. And maybe that’s what makes it so rare—this fleeting, unvarnished truth between us. A truth I didn’t know I’d been searching for until now.
Except for maybe Dominik who hates himself for wanting this, or even being involved in any sort of fun tonight.
I get closer, watching the way Selene’s hands dance across Aaron’s skin. His cock is already hard.
“Talk to me. Let me in,” she says to him.
No response.
“Are you good?” I pipe up, and that seems to snap him out of whatever hell hole he was trapped inside. He’s panting, looking between Selene and me, as if he’s just realizing we’re in the bathroom with him.
“I’m fine. I need—” he stalls.
“What do you need?” Selene cups his cheek, looking at him all soft but I don’t think that’s what he needs at all.
He’s spiraling and needs control.
I recognize the look on his face and maybe that’s what urges me to step inside the oversized shower with them.
Aaron grabs Selene’s wrist and pulls her closer against him. “I need you to be a good little sub and do as I say, can you do that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he plants a kiss on her lips, while keeping his eyes on mine.
We’re about to tag team this woman and the thought has my dick twitching with need.
“Get her ready for me,” Aaron says to me.
Selene pushes her bare ass against me as I stand behind her, drawing circles around her slippery nipple.
“I don’t think she needs much prep time.” Pushing her hair to the side, I nibble and suck on her earlobe.
Selene leans her head back against my shoulder, letting out a sigh as she closes her eyes. I don’t need to stick my finger inside her to know she’s soaked. But she doesn’t get to come this time.
Aaron steps closer, stroking the head of his dick against her clit.
“On your knees,” I whisper against her ear.
“But—”
“Now.”
She drops to the wet floor, the sound of water drowning out her soft whimpers. I gather her hair in my hand, fisting it at the scalp and forcing her to look up at Aaron. He’s gently stroking his cock but not moving an inch. She needs to go to him willingly but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want her to put up a little restraint.
And when she hesitates, I push her head toward him. “Open up.”
Selene does as she’s told, letting Aaron guide his dick to the back of her throat. He’s too much, making her gag almost instantly.
“That’s a good girl, relax your jaw,” I coo, tilting her head slightly to give them both a better angle.
“Arms behind your back,” Aaron grits out.
The second I feel Selene relax into me, I take over control. Bobbing her head back and forth, moving in rhythm with Aaron. He grunts and she gags again, sucking in between every stroke.
“Fuck.” Aaron’s hand darts out as he grips the glass door.
Selene starts to rock against her heel, trying to find some sort of friction to release herself.
“Grab my cock if you need a distraction but you’re not touching yourself,” I say, licking her neck while kicking her foot away.
She moans in protest but keeps her hands pinned behind her back.
Her brat is fighting her submissive side and I’m here for every second of it.
Tightening my grip on her head, I shove her down on Aaron’s cock, relishing in the sound of her choking. She struggles, her body fighting for air. Just before it becomes too much, I pull her away, listening to her gasp.
“Act like a brat again and I’ll punish you harder next time.”
Selene glances up at me, opening her mouth wide for Aaron. I tilt her head slightly, so I can watch his cock disappear inside her mouth. She reaches up behind her and grabs my cock tightly.
Fucking hell, this whole thing has made me so hard I’m struggling to not bust already.
“Such a good little fucktoy we have,” Aaron says, praising her as he runs his knuckles down the side of her face.
Selene moans softly, leaning into Aaron’s touch as his hand glides over her face, a fleeting moment of tenderness that disappears almost as quickly as it came. His grip tightens, commanding her attention as he pulls her upright. In one fluid motion, he spins her around to face me.
I instinctively press back against the wall, creating space as her hands find my shoulders. Her eyes lock onto mine, a raw intensity in her gaze that sends a shiver through me. Behind her, Aaron moves with brutal precision, slamming into her. Selene’s head falls back, a scream ripping from her throat, filling the room with a mix of pain and pleasure.
“She doesn’t get to come,” I remind Aaron.
Gripping her face, I bring her back to me as my lips meet hers. We kiss and bite, her body pressing into me with each of Aaron’s thrusts from behind. She moans, and I devour every sound, savoring the way her body is responding to him. Her hand tightens around me, pumping me as I teeter on the edge, barely holding on.
Then Aaron pulls her back, shoving her head down to my crotch, his hand firm around her neck.
“I want you to swallow every last drop he gives you, Selene,” Aaron commands.
“Oh god,” she gasps, as he continues to fuck her.
“Shit,” I moan as her warm mouth wraps around my cock.
Sweet Jesus…I’m going to fucking explode.
Aaron slaps her ass, pulling her back onto his cock as I thrust into her mouth.
The second I hear him start to lose control, I let go too and we spill inside her at the same time. Me in her mouth and him inside her pussy. This orgasm is more intense than the first one as it rips through me. I grip Aaron’s shoulder for stability, watching Selene swallow my cum.
And this beautiful creature takes all of it, every last drop.
Selene drops to her knees again, her breaths ragged and uneven, her body flushed with effort and arousal. Though she hasn’t reached release, the look in her eyes tells me she’s reveling in the surrender. The pleasure dom in me stirs, frustrated by her unfinished climax, but I push it aside. It’s clear she thrived on the way we commanded and owned her, the dynamic leaving her satisfied in a completely different way.
Aaron leans down, his hand slipping between Selene’s legs. She inhales sharply, her breath catching as he moves, but then he’s standing, inspecting his fingers, now curled and glistening. He brings them to her lips.
“See how we both taste inside your sweet pussy.”
She grips his hand eagerly, sucking his fingers with a deep, satisfied groan.
“God, you’re incredible,” I murmur, cupping her face as I glance at Aaron.
I catch that familiar look in his eyes—a volatile mix of desire and affection. He’s in too deep, teetering on the brink, and it’s obvious he’s slipping into something unhinged. But maybe that’s better than the fear that gripped him before we stepped into the bathroom. That haunted expression is gone now, replaced by something darker, something far more dangerous.
And I plan to find out what happened during the time we split up.