16. Tristan
CHAPTER 16
TRISTAN
“ D id Dom say anything else?” Aaron asks as we head toward the amusement park tucked behind the hotel.
“No.”
He scoffs, the frustration in his voice evident. “Thought we were sharing, not competing. He took her while we slept?”
“Nah. The three of us passed out together. Dom left before Selene and I found you in the shower.”
Aaron shakes his head like he’s trying to clear a nagging thought. “Weird.”
“Not everyone is fully into this lifestyle,” I offer, gauging his reaction.
“That’s not it. I know he’s into this shit. But something’s off with him tonight.”
Yeah, because of a pretty blonde known as your sister . Dominik can’t seem to rid himself of her, but Aaron’s been blind to that forever. Maybe it’s denial. A good businessman assesses everything, yet he’s let this slide for God knows how long. Luckily, Aaron tends to leave emotion out of work; otherwise, he wouldn’t be here tonight.
“You seem a bit off too,” I say, testing him.
He cuts me a sharp look. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he grunts. Then, after a pause, “Some of the rooms were just…too much.”
I nod, knowing exactly what he means.
“This place isn’t for the weak,” I say, throwing him a bone.
He gives me a half-smile, pleased by the compliment. Share a woman and solidify a business partnership all in one night? By some standards, I’d call that a success.
We take a side route, the shortcut to the fantasy halls. There’s only one Christmas tree farm simulation, which makes finding Dom and Selene easier. Aaron stays quiet as we move through an empty warehouse, his eyes scanning the space but never asking questions. He doesn’t comment on the apparatuses tucked into the corners, tools waiting for someone with a hungry enough imagination to use them.
Most people don’t venture out here. They stick to their rooms in the hotel or get caught up in someone else’s game.
But I like it back here. It’s quiet, secluded.
A place where you can get away with anything.
My cock hardens the second I open the door and see her.
Maybe Dominik and I will become friends after all.
“Fuckkk,” Aaron curses beside me.
Selene is suspended, her body opened up like a flower as she hangs from the wall. Cuffs bind her wrists, ropes twist around her limbs, and a metal bar keeps her legs spread wide. A gag muffles her cries, reducing her voice to a series of desperate whimpers. When she spots us, her eyes widen with a mix of fear and hope, and she thrashes against her restraints, fighting to set herself free. But the effort only serves to tighten the ropes, and she winces, a painful reminder that she’s been defeated. A beautiful prisoner trapped by her own desires.
She’s not going anywhere.
Not until we’re done with her.
“Hey beautiful, got a little tied up?”
She mumbles something unintelligible while rolling her eyes.
“You’re something else.” Aaron mutters to me, as he looks around trying to locate his friend who’s been acting like a shadow all night.
“Did he leave, sweetheart?” I run my knuckles along her cheek, down to her hardened nipples as I play with them.
She nods, closing her eyes. There is a vibrator against her clit, on the lowest setting. This isn’t something I’m into since I like to force pleasure, not take it away. But I know Aaron must love the sight of this.
“What the fuck, D!” Aaron yells.
He’s still here. I’d bet on it. Probably watching us right now.
I didn’t see any prints as we came in, and there aren’t any leading back over the fake snow covering the ground. Just ours, heading this way. Around the tree, though, there are footsteps branching out in multiple directions, like the points of a star, but none heading toward either door.
My attention shifts back to Selene, her beauty commanding my focus. I bend down, capturing her taut nipple in my mouth. The muffled groan that escapes her lips is just what I needed.
“He left us a present to unwrap,” I murmur, a smirk tugging at my lips. “It’s thoughtful.”
I suck hard, loving the way her back arches as I pinch her other nipple. “We can’t let it go to waste.”
Aaron’s restless pacing has stopped. Now he’s still, lingering behind me as I pinch and suck harder, drawing another sweet, shaky sound from Selene. She sways forward, utterly captivating—our sole focus in this room, the only thing grounding us. I can’t believe Aaron isn’t all over her by now.
“Why would he leave like that?” Aaron asks, his tone threatening to kill the mood.
“Who gives a fuck?” I snap without looking back.
“Maybe I do,” he bites back, voice low, like he’s testing me—trying to fight for dominance.
I turn slowly, adjusting my collar as I face him. His cock is hard and straining against his pants, impossible to ignore no matter where you’re standing.
“Are you worried he’s watching?” I whisper, stepping closer, letting the words settle between us like a dare. “Taking notes? Something to use against you later?”
His pupils widen, just enough to tell me I’ve struck a nerve.
“You don’t know me. You don’t know us.”
He couldn’t be more wrong.
“Untie her,” I order, my voice cold and unwavering.
Aaron doesn’t move. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest, squaring up like he’s trying to make himself look bigger. But we’re the same size, and I know damn well that if it came to a fight, I’d put him on his ass in seconds. Years of combat training have made me confident in that fact—unlike Aaron, who’s spent his time sculpting muscles at the gym without ever learning how to use them.
“I don’t take orders from you,” he grits his teeth, forcing the words out.
“Untie her,” I repeat, my tone sharper, “or you’re out. No play. No second chances. I’m not saying it again.”
His jaw clenches, and for a second, I think he’ll comply—but then I see it. The flicker of defiance, the tension in his shoulders. The elbow flies toward my face, fast but predictable. I’m already moving, ducking just in time to feel the rush of air as it misses me by inches. In one fluid motion, I pivot, grabbing his shoulder and using his own momentum to drive him to the ground.
The impact echoes in the room as my knee slams into his chest, pinning him with a force that knocks the breath from his lungs. Aaron writhes beneath me, muscles straining as he struggles to break free, but it’s useless. His arms are trapped, his strength neutralized under my grip.
That was too easy.
Leaning down, I press my lips close to his ear, my breath hot against his skin as a dark laugh escapes me. “What’s it gonna be?”
His body stiffens beneath me, every muscle coiled with fury and frustration. It doesn’t matter though because we both know he’s trapped. Delicious power thrums through my veins, electric and undeniable, as I push down harder, forcing the decision onto him. I love the way his defiance begins to crack.
This isn’t just a fight for dominance—it’s a battle of wills. And I’m here to break his.
But it’s more than that. Deep down, I know he secretly wants this. People like him, the ones who cling to control like it’s their lifeline, are often the first to crumble when it’s stripped away. The act of surrender, of relinquishing power, can bring a rush unlike anything else—or it can destroy them.
I press him harder into the ground, testing his limits, watching for the answer. Is Aaron the type to thrive in submission—or will he shatter under the weight of it?
I’d bet good money that he loves being forced to submit, just as much as he loves to dominate a woman.
His struggles slow, then stop altogether. A deep breath shudders from him, his chest rising and falling against my knee.
“Get. Off. Me,” he growls through clenched teeth, his voice a venomous mix of rage and defeat.
The second I release him, Aaron spring to his feet, looking at me with such rage that I think he might charge at me again. But there’s something else beneath the anger—curiosity. Maybe he’s never been challenged like this before or maybe he’s surprised by how much he enjoys it.
He takes a sharp breath, then turns toward Selene.
Her eyes flicker between me and Aaron, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants, thick with anticipation. Is he going to take this out on her or me?
Aaron steps closer to Selene, his movements predatory. He kneels before her, his hands finding the knot above her knee. Slowly, he begins to untie it, his fingers working the rope loose to reveal the red, angry marks left behind. The ties had forced her knees high around her neck, gravity punishing her for staying in the position for so long.
Dom’s rope work, as much as I hate to admit it, is flawless.
As the pressure releases, Selene groans, her head tilting back, her eyes fluttering shut in a haze of relief and exhaustion. Her body relaxes, sinking deeper into the moment.
“Do you need him to kiss it better, baby girl?” I lean in, taunting her.
Selene nods at me, drool dripping down her chin because of the gag still lodged firmly in her mouth.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Aaron murmurs, but he bends down and licks her wounds like a love sick puppy. His mouth says one thing but his body says something entirely different.
Who knew a sadist like Aaron would bend so easily?
“That’s a good boy. Now take your cock out and rub her wet, little cunt.”
Aaron seems to be on autopilot as he straightens his back, undoing his pants and taking out his already hard dick. Moving closer to Selene, I tilt the vibrator so it sits just above her pussy. She moans with pleasure an Aaron circles her clit with the head of his cock, slowly making his way to her entrance.
“Not yet,” I warn. “Not until I tell you.”
Aaron’s jaw ticks. He grips himself tighter but doesn’t disobey as he collects her juices before sliding back up her pussy.
Selene is reduced to a whimpering, trembling mess, and I savor every second of it. Both of them are completely at my mercy, following my every command because, deep down, some dark part of them craves this just as much as I do. The power is intoxicating, feeding into the twisted connection we share.
I tighten my grip on the back of her head, pulling her closer until our foreheads touch, grounding her with my presence. My gaze drops, fixed on the spot where their bodies connect, making sure Aaron is still following orders.
Slowly, I slide the leather gag from Selene’s mouth, setting her free. Her lips part instantly, a sharp gasp escaping as if she’s been underwater, starved for air.
Her tongue darts out, gliding over her trembling lips, wetting them as she struggles to catch her breath.
"Thirsty, baby girl?" I grip her chin firmly, keeping her still as I look into her lust-filled eyes. She nods, and without breaking eye contact, I lean forward and spit into her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she swallows.
"Your turn," I say to Aaron, nodding toward Selene.
He leans in and spits in her mouth instantly, his eyes dark with intent like he was waiting for his turn.
Selene swallows without hesitation, her body eager, but her breath shaky.
“Want more?” I ask, voice low, teasing.
“No,” she pants.
“That’s too bad.”
My hand makes its way down her body until my fingers are sitting right at her entrance. She’s dripping, has been dripping for so long that her ass crack is wet too. I push two fingers inside her, slowly swirling them around before pulling out and forcing them down her throat.
“Suck.”
And she does, like a good fucking girl.
“Such a good little sub.”
“More. I need more,” she begs, pulling a hungry groan from Aaron.
Tucking her sweaty hair behind one ear, I kiss her temple.
“Give her an inch.”
A rustling from the tree line snags my attention. I turn, catching Dominik as he steps from the shadows, his mask still firmly in place, the faint glow of the moon highlighting the sharp edges of his silhouette. He leans against a tree with a casual confidence, watching us.
My lips curve into a slow smile, the weight of this moment sinking in. Whatever happens after tonight—wherever life has in store for the three of us—we’ll carry this night together. Bound by shared depravity, by desires too raw and dark to name, and by an unspoken understanding that goes deeper than words.
Forever.