I slide my hands up his back and into his hair, curling my fingers between the strands and pulling when I feel his teeth glide along my skin.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
Tristan leans his weight into me and roughly takes my chin with his hand. His face that was smooth this morning now displays the element of stubble. It grazes against the softness of my lips, creating a shiver that runs down my spine all the way through the heels of these new shoes. His other hand slips between us and aims to disappear beneath my hemline.
A gasp of pleasure echoes off my tongue and is muffled only by his own when I feel his soft caress against the silk of my panties.
“Shhh,” he whispers against my mouth. “Quiet.”
“It’s too hard with you. You make me crazy.” I whimper even more when his digit slides up and down along the seam of my pussy.
“You’re going to have to try or you may not fulfill our desires.”
He holds me soft but firm against the wall. I can feel the cool cinder block at my back, his heated breath at my neck. “Petal, can you hear that?” he whispers.
Through my exhale, I respond. “The violin music? Yes. I hear it.”
“Do you understand how sexy a violin is? The long, tight, thick lines of the strings. The soft hairs of the bow. You can’t make beautiful music without each part working together. It’s much like sex, Petal. You can do well with a pluck, but isn’t a slow caress much more pleasurable?”
Tristan allows his finger to slide inside me. I can feel him playing along to the music. The beat, the lilt of the music, all of it. The gentle stroke I’m offered is enough for me to lose my breath. My fingers curl around his shoulder as I begin to wind my leg first around his calf, then attempt his hip.
“Yes, love. Feel every bit of it.”
“More,” I beg, trying in vain to rock my hips, but he is holding me in place, completely in control of my pleasure.
With Evan, I hated this. I hated being denied. It was cruel.
But with Tristan, it’s sexy, it’s perfect, because I know, without a shred of doubt, I’m safe and I will be cared for.
“Why? You can hardly be quiet with just,” he pushes his finger deeper and presses his palm against my clit, “this.”
“Ohhhh shit.” My head falls back and thumps on the wall.
“Mmm. Swear all you want, love. I love it when you talk dirty at my expense.”
His slow sweet vibration begins to radiate to my knees and through my core. His gentle pants in my ear only drive me deeper into insanity. I can feel everything inside me start to clench. I need to get there and get there now.
I tighten my hold around his neck as the ascension to orgasm begins. There’s fire before my eyes, the sparks just starting to appear… when a clatter against the door behind his back breaks the moment. I open my eyes in reflex long enough to see the flash of a camera and someone bolt out the door.
“Tristan.” I push him back a little and bury my face in his chest. “Someone saw us. Someone took a picture.”
“Shhhh. My body was shielding yours. Your beautiful face was only in view for me. Don’t worry. The only thing you should concern yourself with is holding on to the edge you're dangling off of until we get home.”
He glides his soaked finger along my lips to offer me the first taste before he finishes his prize.
“Dessert?” I ask.
“Indeed, Petal.”
Chapter 22
Tristan
The sexual tension in the car on the way back to my apartment was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Nora was breathing so heavily that I could visibly see her chest rising and falling out of the corner of my eye as I drove, and the flush never left her cheeks.
I expect her to tackle me like I’m the prey to her hungry predator as soon as we walk in the door, but she surprises me by asking me to sit on the sofa because she has something to say.
“Are you all right?” I ask her when I sink to the cushions.
“Better than.” She remains standing directly in front of me, close enough for me to reach out and touch, so of course, I do. I can’t help myself.
I take her hand and caress her palm and each finger.
“Talk to me, Petal.”
She stares down at our connected hands while she speaks.
“I told you about Evan and the type of relationship we had. I’ve always respected that lifestyle and the dynamic has always intrigued me. Evan took advantage of that and tainted every aspect of it. No matter what I do, if I think of something that type of relationship would entail in the bedroom, I get sick. He took those things from me. I know you’ve said that you aren’t skilled in that area, at least not in a trained way, but… will you do something for me?”
Where is this going?
“Anything,” I tell her and I mean it. I’d tear the world in half if she asked me to. I’d bring her the moon like we were in an old black-and-white movie. I would kill for her if I had to.
“Help me take those things back. Even if it’s just tonight and just this once. Wash me clean of him with your body.”
Instantly every hair on the back of my neck is standing at attention. She’s asking me to give back in yet another way what was taken from her. She is putting not only her being and psyche in my hands, but her dreams and wishes as well. She wants me to dominate her. Something inside me bursts with a newfound energy. The pads of my fingers press deeper into the soft skin on her petite hands.
“If we do this, I demand that you instantly say something if you feel at all overly controlled or uncomfortable. I refuse to hurt you in that way. Can you agree to that proposal? If you can, then….” I rise a little straighter and kiss her knuckles before I drop her hand slowly at her side. “Then I want you to go into the bedroom and wait for me. The only thing I want to see on your body is a flushed pink over your skin, leading down to the lilac-hued heels you will wear. Understood?”
She nods softly, but keeps her eyes lowered, not looking at me. I can’t have that in any way.
“I want you to look at me, Petal, always. Never take your eyes off of me.” I put a finger under her chin and tilt her head back.
“I’ll keep them on you, I promise.”
I press a kiss to her forehead and send her off to the bedroom so that I can have a moment alone to prepare myself mentally.
I’m not trained in this, so I won’t be able to do anything hard-core because I won’t compromise her safety. I refuse.
But I want to do this for her. She is entrusting me with something so vulnerable. I need to handle it with the utmost care and respect. With each passing second away from her, I’m more and more on edge. I know in order for this to work in the way I need, and for her to feel most validated, I need to see her face, see her body, and hear her. I down a last soothing tumbler of scotch before I walk back through the darkest parts of my apartment to find her in my barely lit bedroom, naked and waiting for me at the end of the bed.
The long lines of her back greet me first, and I can see a tremble come over her body when the door closes behind me.
“Petal.” I place my fingertips on her shoulder, walking around her and letting them caress her skin from there to her other shoulder and down over her chest until I’m facing her. “I want you to tell me what you want from this evening. Explicitly.”