Tristan moved down lower and circled my belly button with his tongue. Then he traced a line down to my left hipbone making me jump off the bed. Somehow, that simple touch was more sensitive than anything else. Tristan laughed as I jumped and he moved lower between my legs and pushed my knees apart. As always, my body responded to his touch immediately. This man seemed to be able to take me go from zero to a thousand in mere seconds. His touch was becoming my kryptonite. I craved the feel of his hands and mouth on my body more and more with each lick and kiss.
Tristan leaned in and grazed his face across the thin fabric of my panties. “Fuck you smell so sweet Adri. I could wake up like this every morning,” he murmured just inches away from touching me.
“Tris…” I scooted lower hinting at what I wanted.
“Not yet, my eager little one. No touching yet…remember yesterday when you were being so sassy?”
I rubbed my eyes and gave him a questioning look. There had been a slight change in his tone, and it made my heart race a little faster.
“We need to discuss that.”
His words took me a little off guard. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I didn’t mention it when we fucked last night, but I think today is a good time to talk about it, don’t you?”
My eyes squinted at him. “Oh, you so did that on purpose,” I answered slowly, finally realizing what he was referring to.
“You know it, now flip over and let me see that sexy ass of yours.” This time, he didn’t wait for my reply as he flipped me over on my stomach and pulled me up so I was on all fours, my backside sticking up in the air.
“Damn…what a gorgeous view this is,” he continued softly, warming my cheeks with his hand, caressing them slowly in circles and tickling me through my panties which was so exciting, with his dancing fingers. “So listen Adriana, you asked for something yesterday that I’m more than happy to give to you.” My heart skipped a beat as he paused.
“But I need to know something first. Were you just being a sassy little thing or did you really mean that you would like me to spank your ass?”
His words made me hold back and stay silent and think.
“I’ll never hurt you Adriana, but I do think that it could be fun to play this little game.” Somehow now Tristan had gotten up off the bed in just his boxer briefs and was standing over me, his hand on my lower back keeping me from moving out of the position I was in. His words, stance and commanding aura, making me feel more exposed by the second.
When he saw I couldn’t speak, he did.
“Maybe I’ll go first. Let me tell you what I like. I like when I pull your hair and tilt your head back like this.” He grabbed my hair securely and pulled my head back, leaving me no choice but to look him right in the eye. “I like fucking you hard and seeing desire cloud your vision, the rougher it gets. But really, what excites me the most is toeing the line between what’s comfortable, and what clearly isn’t.”
I shuddered at his words. I couldn’t deny that just listening to him was doing things to my body that normally required touch.
“So… little one,” he continued, as his hand trailed down my backside and down my leg which was now shaking. “Shall we play a little game?”
I nodded.
“I want you to say “yes”. Tell me you want me to spank you,” he insisted.
“Yes, Tristan. I want you to spank me.” My words were shaky as my heart raced. I could feel my body responding to his words.
“You’re dripping through your panties, princess. Look at that… Looks like my little Adriana enjoys this more than she’s letting on.” Shame mixed with excitement washed over me and fueled my desire for more.
Tristan gently pulled my panties down to my knees, leaving my bottom exposed. The cold air tickled my skin and goose bumps cascaded in a flush over my entire ass. The heated anticipation of his hand made me squirm, and I felt more pulsing down in my pussy.
“Remember that attitude you gave me yesterday?” Tristan whispered in my ear.
I bit my lip and smiled. He noticed, of course.
“Not sure you’ll be smiling by the time I’m done with you,” he growled low in my ear. “If I remember correctly…” Tristan continued, as he walked around to the other side of the bed and absentmindedly shut off a lamp. He fiddled with the items on the desk. I watched as he plugged his phone in to charge, and moved the room service menu from one side of the desk to another. His continual pursuit of mundane tasks while I stayed frozen on all fours; my ass in the air, it was torture and he knew it.
“You have such a pretty ass baby…so fuckable. But when you sass me like that in public and practically beg me to spank you…well…you’d better be damn sure of what you’re asking for.”
His words were melting my insides. A mix of apprehension and excitement all bundled up in heated desire. “Come on Tris, you’re making me wait like this on purpose…it’s not funny.”
He cast a smouldering look my way. “It wasn’t supposed to be amusing Miss Acosta.”
Damn the man was sexy. The way he looked; the way he talked-walked, even the way he looked at me, and ran his expert hands across my body. He held me hostage with it all.
Finally, he sat down beside me and leaned me over his lap, leaving every intimate part of me exposed. As he caressed my lower back and bottom slowly, the heat from his hand gently traveled across my skin making my whole body tingle. “Adriana you gave me attitude yesterday and for that you must take responsibility for. Do you understand me?” His voice was hard again, but his touch was soft.
This was, hands down the hottest thing I’d ever done.
“Yes,” I whispered eagerly.
“But this is also about trust, little one. Trust that I won’t hurt you. Trust in my hand and in my words.”
I nodded as his hand made soft circles on my backside. He began to tap gently making my breathing more erratic and with every tap. Despite being nervous about the impending sting, all this build up had left me frantic in my desire. I unconsciously pushed back into his hand, making him chuckle.
“Well alright then little princess.” Without another word, his hand came down hard on my skin. He kept it there and circling again to gently ease the sting. Just when I had caught my breath he spanked me again harder this time, and without warning. A scream escaped my mouth as tears filled my eyes. His fingers dipped inside the crack of my cheeks and made their way down towards my soft, wet folds.
“Well what is this…your pretty little pussy is dripping wet Adriana.” The way he rolled the “R” in my name somehow shamed me for my body’s uncontrolled response.
“Please…” I was begging without knowing what I was begging for. But Tristan knew. He spanked me again and again; each contact came quickly and stung harder each time. The feeling of pain, shock and pleasure was a bigger mind fuck than I had expected, and I soon became lost in a haze of feelings.
And then, he stopped. We sat immovable in our silence, his hand frozen on my skin. “So pink…I love to see how quickly your ass turns pink for me.” He sounded as far off as I was; almost as if he was talking to himself. My body craved his touch even more than before he had started. I was silently begging for him to do it again.
As if my silent words moved through space and time from my brain to his, his hand connected with my skin again more swiftly, and with more force. Pain coursed through my body and reverberated through me like an echo across a canyon. It had barely subsided when his hands spread open my ass, and his fingers glided between my cheeks and then down; his fingers instantly coated with the evidence of my desire. It was almost more than I could bear.
A small cry escaped my lips, but the sound was barely out of my mouth before Tristan pulled me up next to him. “Adri?” Concern filled his voice, but still I couldn’t control the tears that began to spill from my eyes. Words had escaped me and emotion came spilling out.
“Talk to me baby…was it too much?” he asked, cupping my chin and searching my eyes for
answers.
I shook my head but couldn’t form words. Resting my head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around and held me tight.
“Let it out baby.” His words opened the flood gates, and I released the stress and uncertainty of every moment, since I had met him in Tokyo. I felt it all melt away as I lay in his arms. He stroked my hair and let me cry, giving me the time I needed to come back down to earth.
Finally, I lifted my head. “Tristan?”
“Yes my love?” He answered me as if it was the only way he knew how.
“I want to feel you inside me NOW.”
Tristan smiled and dipped his head down taking hold of my nipple in his mouth. He sucked it hard making my body respond to him instantly. He grazed it with his teeth. “Inside you is my favorite place to be my sweet, beautiful Adriana.”
He lay back and pulled me on top of him as though I weighed nothing. My nipples hardened and shivers ran up my spine as soon as our skin made contact. With his hands firmly on my hips, he lowered me down, impaling my body onto his. Fullness filled more than my body. It seemed to fill my soul and complete the ache within my heart. We moved in unison, and he held me tight as I raked my nails across his chest and watched him respond. I bounced on his hard cock with such need, aggressively moaning and clawing at his chest. He felt so good inside me and with nothing between us this time. The feeling was so bare and raw it made me ache for more. I milked his cock with all my strength; tighter and tighter each time I lifted up to his gorged head. He responded by pushing up into me with more force as his climax was nearing. It crept up slowly, growing in intensity with every thrust. Gathering speed and grinding him hard.
“I want to see you cum Adriana. Cum for me baby,” he hissed, control straining his face as he held back his own orgasm, waiting for mine.
Finally, it hit me. I threw my head back, my muscles tightening hard around his cock, pulsing it as I shuddered involuntarily at the force with which my orgasm hit.
“Fuck baby, you are so beautiful when you come undone like that.”
I was in a fog of pleasure and barely noticed as he flipped me over and mounted me from the back. Hands firmly placed on my hips, holding fast as he pumped himself relentlessly again and again against my tender flesh; grunting like a caveman until he too, let go and surrendered into the bliss.
Chapter 31
Tristano Ricci
San Francisco
It didn’t even matter that we hadn’t left the room on day two. By the time we had checked out of that hotel and were in the cab heading for the airport, we had reached a new level in our relationship. I could feel Adriana trusted me, and it felt like nothing I ever had experienced before. I wanted this woman; I wanted all of her, and Paris had changed that for us. We had arrived uncertain but hopeful, and we were leaving with our bodies and souls seemingly bound to one another. Love no longer eluded me. I was as certain of its existence every time I looked in her eyes.
Our hands remained clasped the entire ride to Charles de Gaulle Airport. Occasionally, Adriana would rest her head on my shoulder as I kissed the top of her head. It was sweet and innocent and perfect. But still, I knew we’d have to cool it in public.
“We have to remain professional princess, you know that, right?” I cautioned as we exited the cab and walked towards the revolving door.
“Of course, Captain Ricci,” she winked at me. “It’s not my first day on the job you know.”
“Okay, you’re right, sorry.”
“But actually, I do welcome your professionalism Captain.” Adriana fluttered her eyelids and suggestively tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I was wondering if you were going to be able to keep your hands to yourself.”
My hand curled around her arm as I leaned in, whispering so only she could hear my words. “Don’t make it harder than it already is… or you can be sure that as soon as we get home, I’ll spank you so hard you won’t sit down for a week.”
She laughed and shrugged me off. “Right. Sure, you will.” Then smirking as she rolled her eyes, Adriana walked off ahead of me, hips swaying suggestively with every step her clacking heels made. Her ass in that uniform was so plump and tight it had every man turning to stare at it. Damn girl. She knew exactly how to get to me and seemed to rather enjoy doing it. I shook it off and took a minute to regain my professional composure. Adriana was almost too distracting. Good thing I’d be locked in the cabin; it was becoming impossible to concentrate when she was in the room.
Our flight back was without disruption. Simple and easy. Our very private client stayed in his private room and the girls said they never saw him. All the better for everyone.
Before leaving Paris, Adriana had warned me that she was having her roommate pick her up. I had wanted her to come back to the condo with me, but she had refused. Not wanting to push it, I had relented. She insisted that she needed some down time, and as much as I would miss her by my side, I knew I needed to back off and give her some space.
“At the very least, I’m walking you out to meet your roommate.”
“I’m perfectly capable Tristan. You do know that I’ve carried my own bags a million times?” Adriana sounded both annoyed and amused at the same time.
“I couldn’t care less what you did before we met. Actually, fuck it. That’s not true, I do care–but I can’t change it. Now, however, things are different. I can help you.” I wanted to reach over and kiss her but we were in the middle of the terminal, and far too visible.
“Fine,” she huffed. “In that case, if you’re so intent on being my butler, I’ll treat you like one.” And with that, she dropped her purse and weekend bag to the floor. At the same time, she released the handle on her rolling suitcase, letting that too, crash down to the floor. The clicking of her heels echoed on the granite floors, as she sped ahead me, and left me to pick everything up.
Gathering it all up quickly, I ran after her. Even with my bags and hers, I still caught up to her quickly. High heels weren’t meant for quick getaways.
“Every time you mouth off to me, your ass is going to pay for it later. You know that right?” I hissed as I came up behind.
She stopped, short making me do the same and nearly drop the bags as second time.
Her chin rose up and her pink tongue licked her bottom lip seductively as she spoke. “I’m counting on it, Captain Ricci,” her sultry voice softly breathed back at me, as she traced her long finger nails down over her breasts, and casually released a button. I only caught a glimpse, but it was enough to see that she had no bra on.
I stood there transfixed by her beauty, frozen in a mix of frustration, desire and possession. Every time I tested my hold on her she threw it back in my face, and asked for more. It was all I could do, not to throw her down on the ground here in the terminal, and fuck the sass right out of her right there.
“Cara!!” I was jolted from the moment as Adriana suddenly squealed and turned to run off. My eyes followed and I watched her wrap her arms around a pretty blonde girl who was equally as excited to see her. As I approached, I heard her voice and something felt off.
“Tristan this is my roommate and friend Cara. She’s the designer that I told you who redid our whole condo.” Adriana was filled with excitement and joy as she presented her friend.
I felt the blood drain from my face. I stared into Cara’s baby blue eyes, silently pleading with her not to say anything. I could feel sweat beading on my forehead as I racked my brain for what to say.
Cara too seemed frozen in place. Shock and surprise clearly showing on her face.
“What?” Adriana looked from Cara to me and back again. “What is it? Oh my God– do you guys know each other or something? Cara what’s going on?”
Adriana’s voice had gone up a few octaves. She was nervous and had every right to be. This looked awful, and the more neither of us said anything, the worse it looked. I felt like a boy instead of a man; a boy unable to fix his past mistakes and one who was about experience karma coming around
to bite him in the ass again.
“That look on his face? It’s the look of getting caught with his pants down hon.” A new voice broke the silence. Turning my head to look behind me, I winced at the shit-storm that was only about to get worse. Once again, Sophia had placed herself at the right place and at the right time. And once again, it was at my expense.
By the looks of it, she’d been making her way into the terminal and was now standing next to my Adriana; her arm wrapped casually around her shoulders. Horror, then disgust morphed through her beautiful features as she turned to stare at Sophia. It was a simple scene really. A pilot, two flight attendants, and another woman all standing and chatting in the terminal. To anyone passing by, it was merely a perfect representation of a day at the airport. Except that it wasn’t.
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