Savannah cringed at the look in his eyes and the violent intent that flashed there. She shook her head and tried to cover herself with her hands, but he flung them away.
“No … you will never cover yourself from me! You will open to me when I tell you to, just like this. To take whatever I am prepared to give you and give me whatever I demand of you!”
His fingers fondled her cleft, pinching her clit softly and she cried out, feeling cheap. She shook her head again and tried to reason with him.
“Tristan, I know you are angry with me, but please don’t do this! I beg you!”
He lashed back at her with anger and loathing, wanting to hurt her as he hurt when he realized she kept his children from him. She cried in her heart for what he was about to do, knowing that no amount of begging would sway him. He stood on his knees between her legs, fondling her clit, watching her emotions flash in her eyes and he smirked nastily.
“I see you got the message. It’s payback time, Baby!”
He took his shaft in his hand, his eyes still locked on hers and opened her slit with his fingers, feeding himself into her, lifting her hips with his other hand so that she was arched up against him, her shoulders on the bed her only anchor, apart from where he pushed himself into her. He kept his hand around the base of his shaft, only feeding her part of him, the other part clasped in his hand, smiling nastily.
She realized his intent and started struggling. He was going to make her suffer, wanting, needing … but never reaching fulfillment. His hand clamped down harder on her hip holding her still and he started moving inside her, smiling at her desperation for more, but he refused her, rubbing and pinching her clit until she was on the verge of falling into the abyss, only to stop and bring her back; all the while thrusting only part of his shaft into her.
She was keening and begging. Even though the veins in his neck stood out in strain and need to bury his shaft fully all the way inside her, he refrained. He kept thrusting shallowly and gripped his shaft harder, pumping viciously with each thrust and then he growled. The heat of his release shot inside her and she tried to clamp her legs around his waist to force him deeper, but with his legs spread wide and standing on his knees with the angle she was arched at, she couldn’t and she panted and pleaded.
“Please Tristan!”
He watched her the whole time, reveled in the need and desperation she suffered, leaving her wanting, even though he found release … however much unsatisfactory it was! He tightened his resolve, ignored her pleading and withdrew from her body, his jaw rigid.
“Please, don’t leave me like this!”
“How does it feel, Savannah? Wanting and needing … only to be left empty and unfulfilled?”
He left the bed, but kept his hands on her legs, still spread open wide to his gaze and she shuddered at the look in his eyes. She would never have thought this man would make her feel so utterly vulnerable and exposed, moreover … unwanted.
He deliberately kept her open to his gaze, and his eyes slid down her naked body to exult in the evidence of his release dripping from her body. He took her one hand in his, drew it down her body and forced her fingers inside her, coating them with his wet stickiness and she groaned. His eyes blazed into hers, burning them to cinders. He withdrew them, rubbing her fingers over her clit and she sobbed.
“Please, don’t.”
He ignored her plea, but his heart shriveled, his staff growing rigid in unsatisfied need. He took her other hand and no amount of resistance was enough for he forced her hand down between her legs and then pushed three of her fingers inside her, pushing her hand as deep as it could go. The sight of her hands on herself nearly unsettled him, but she needed to pay … even if it meant he had to suffer in the giving of the punishment. His voice was hoarse, but hard and relentless.
“This is what you will get, until I am satisfied that you know what it feels to be left wanting, like I did for four years … and then some more … for the three years of being denied the love of my children. You Savannah will pay with your body, and your desires will only be fulfilled as I see fit!”
She sobbed and tried to pull her hands from her clit and sheath, but he kept them there.
“You will pay your dues to me, Savannah … willingly … because if you don’t … you will lose … the twins!” She cried out and her heart splintered in fear.
“I’ll pay my dues … but not this! Please you can’t …”
“Oh, but I can … and this is what I want! Now … come for me, Savannah.”
He withdrew his hands from where they kept hers in place, pulled her legs even wider apart and her eyes pleaded with him, but his look and demands were merciless.
“Don’t make me wait! For every minute I wait … you will suffer twenty more the next time!”
Tears ran down her cheeks when she started masturbating, his eyes glowing fires wherever it touched her. He watched her fingers stroking and pinching her clit, plunging in and out of her sheath and his shaft rose higher. It took her a long time, because she felt so vulnerable, but he did not relent, watching all the time.
She started panting and undulating against her hands, his hands fisted on her thighs and a flush spread over his face. He could smell her juices and hear the wetness with every plunge of her fingers and he had to force himself not to replace her fingers and finish her … give her the release she craved … as did he!
She lifted her hips, thrusting and panting harder, plunged her fingers faster inside her and pinched her clit harder, hurling towards release … and then … Tristan pulled her hands from her. She panted, staring at him in disbelief, her body as tight as a string, begging for release. She shook her head.
“No … you can’t be that cruel!”
His face remained impassive and he pulled her from the bed. Her legs were like rubber and her whole body trembled so hard in need she could not stand. He cursed, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He got in the shower with her and turned the water on. She cried when the stinging water hit her aroused body and cursed him viciously and again when he only laughed, torturing her further by washing every inch of her body with his soapy hands.
He dried her, carried her to the bed and settled next to her, drawing the sheet over them. She scurried away from him, but he pulled her tight against him, his arm around her waist and his leg resting between hers.
“Please … I want to sleep in my own room,” she said in a small voice.
“No … this is where you will sleep every night. Our children will believe they have normal, happy and loving parents!”
They wrestled Savannah to the floor; the two little bodies squiggling on top of her to keep her pinned to the ground and giggled when she begged for mercy.
“Oh great ones … mercy!” Do not eat me, oh great dragon lord!”
Tristan stood watching from the door where he leaned against the frame. He just arrived from work and his heart warmed at the joy and happiness in his twins faces. He was still amazed that they jumped straight into his heart and soul, the moment he laid eyes on them.
“Daddy! You’re home!”
Tiffany spotted him and bee lined straight to him and hurled into his arms. He caught her laughingly and lifted her high in the air, laughing at her squeals of delight. Then Jason was there and it was his turn to be wrestled to the ground.
They wouldn’t let up until he also begged for mercy and hugged them close, kissing each head when they fiercely returned the favor. His eyes caught Savannah where she sat demurely on the carpet where the kids left her, watching them; her eyes bright and glittering. When his eyes caught hers, she immediately looked away and clasped her hands in her lap. He cursed and her eyes swung back to his, flinching at the fierce anger shooting fire at her.
“I’ve had it with this whimpering little girl attitude of you Savannah! Snap out of it!”
They have been there just over a week, and she became quiet and morose whenever he was near, except in the bedroom, where he would not allow it, where he
forced gasps of desire and need from her lips every night … but had yet to offer her gasps of pleasure.
Her eyes flashed at him and she snapped, snarling at him, “Then give me what I need!” Her eyes turned pleading, her body as tight as a string, her voice begging softly. “Please Tristan … I can’t stand this any longer!”
His heart contracted at her whispered plea, his shaft tightening even more, from its usual semi hardness whenever he was in her presence. He held out his hand to her.
“Come.”
She sat looking up at him with uncertainty flashing in her eyes. The kids still hugged him where they sat on his lap a short distance away, glancing curiously from the one to the other. She shook her head, not wanting to get near him with the twins on his lap. She would not allow him to torture her in front of her own children!
He rose with the twins clutched around his waist and called out to Hetta, his eyes never leaving hers. It was the first time she begged him outside of the bedroom and he realized with some remorse … how she must be suffering, and his mouth tightened. He promised her even more retribution if she dared give herself relief whilst he was at work. She believed him, and didn’t even try. Hetta arrived, quietly summing up the eclectic atmosphere and reached for Tiffany.
“Come scamps, it is bath time.”
They still argued, but quieted immediately when Tristan gave them a warning glance.
“No arguing, rascals. It is already past your bedtime. Off you go. Please put them to bed Hetta, we’ll be along later.”
Savannah watched them wearily as they left and went upstairs, before her eyes rose to his where he towered over her a few feet away, his eyes burning into hers. He lifted his hand to her again.
“Come.” She shook her head and he cursed viciously.
“You are sorely trying my patience! Get over here!”
She scrambled to her feet and had to run to keep up with him when he clasped her hand in his and hauled her to his study, slammed and locked the door behind them. He pulled her around in front of him, locking his gaze with hers, allowing her no escape.
“I have found that I do like to hear you beg, Savannah. It really warms my heart and you do it so well!” His eyes hardened. “It is the only emotion that wrenches from your soul … the only one I can truly believe!”
She shook her head, crying in her heart. How much longer was he going to punish her, and in this relentless way? Even knowing what Jessica and his father did to her, she still was the only one receiving the full fury of his revenge!
“Just to remind me … what was it that you wanted again, earlier?”
“Go. To. Hell!”
She gritted the words through clenched teeth and nearly screamed when he threw his head back and laughed.
“Oh, I will … but be assured, Honey … you will be right there beside me! Very well, seeing as you have changed your mind, I’ll just take what I need from you … and maybe then some …” She stepped back, her arm begging him off.
“Please no. I beg you, Tristan!”
He drew her hard against him, watching her eyes widen at the contact, then drown in the lust so long fed, yet denied. She stopped breathing, closed her eyes and ground on her teeth. He realized then how much she really was suffering. How really desperate she was for release and his heart melted … somewhat.
He stepped back from her, dropped his hands to his shirt and removed it quickly, throwing it on the chair. He slipped his shoes off and her eyes opened when she heard the thud on the floor. She shook her head and her eyes begged with him.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Please …” His jaw tightened and his eyes burned hers.
“I will give you what you need, this once … but do not for one moment believe this is over. You still have three years to pay for!”
She stopped listening after his ‘give you what you need’ and undressed quickly trembling in anticipation. His burning gaze stroked down her body and he smiled when her trembling became noticeable, her nipples tightened and begged for his touch. He took his pants and jockey’s off, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached a hand to her breast and she cried in need when his fingers pulled at the hard nub.
“Please, you have to … now! Oh God, Tristan, please take me now!”
Her raw, raspy plea touched his soul and he could deny her no more. He tugged her close and his mouth closed over hers, ravaging her mouth as he lowered her urgently to the carpet, surging into her hard and deep, her low keen caught within his breath. He pulled out and urgently plunged back inside her. She came apart around him, her walls tightened so hard around his shaft that he cried out and viciously bucked against her. He watched the pleasure pain contort her features as her climax shattered her with his first plunge, and the harder and deeper he thrust, the tighter she gripped and pulled at him.
Savannah could not breathe, her climax totally ripped her apart and she was weightless in his arms, holding on for dear life. She exulted in the pleasure pain ripping through her, pulsing on and on with every deep thrust of his shaft into her, begging for more.
“Stop! Tristan stop! I can’t … I can’t … breathe!”
He stopped immediately, his jaw rigid with the need to thrust, plunging towards his release, which held him in its grip, lurking a millisecond away. He panted and their eyes met. She realized how much control it took from him to stop. Her breathing was shallow, her climax still pulsing around his shaft. He watched as she arched her neck and pushed her head into the lush carpet. Her muscles rippled around his shaft as her release finally allowed her to draw a deep breath.
Before she even felt the relief of the frighteningly intense climax she just had, he plunged into her, and shouted as he found his after the second thrust. His shaft jerked and pulsed inside her, causing another ripple to start building pressure in her groin and she gasped. He realized what was happening and kept plunging into her, prolonging his own release and feeding hers. His fingers closed over her clit and pulled and pinched until a hoarse cry filled his ears. Her fingernails scoured bloodied welts down his back as another orgasm rushed through her.
Tristan buried his face in his neck, cursing the course of action he has taken. He acknowledged that his actions closely bordered on mental abuse. Yet he battled heavily with his anger that he still could not forgive her for keeping his children from him.
“I invited your parents to dinner tonight. David and Leandra are back from their short trip. Should we ask them also?”
He glanced at her over the top of the paper he was reading. They just finished breakfast and the twins were playing on the swings he installed the first week they arrived. She sat watching them, her eyes broody. Realizing he waited for an answer, she shrugged.
“Do as you please.”
He threw the paper down and glared at her, but she kept her eyes glued on the twins.
“Do you really think it wise to antagonize me, Savannah?”
He sighed and looked at her sharply. She was pale and had circles under her eyes, and he cursed.
“I thought we reached an impasse over the past few weeks. Look at me, dammit!”
She swung her eyes to his and fire spit from them, intended to incinerate him, causing a smile to hover around his lips. That’s more like her!
“Impasse! You mean you driving me mad with need and passion. Then making me suffer for a week at a time before you give me release! That impasse?” Her voice lowered and broke on a sob.
“That is not an impasse! That is me accepting your need for retribution! How much longer, Tristan? How much longer must I continue to suffer before you realize I am here to stay? That I … I …”
She stammered and gulped the words back. She would not admit her love to him! Not whilst he continued to treat her so unfeelingly! She cried in her heart. His continued treatment and passionate retribution slowly hammered away at her resolve to allow him time to forgive her.
“Until I can get over the fact that my children did not know me! That the
first three years of their lives were lived without me in it!”
His voice was hoarse and hurting. She shook her head and looked at him sadly.
“But they did. They always knew you. From when they were babies they knew who you were. I brought them up with you as part of their lives. It was only pictures, yes, but still, they knew you. Jason … Jason’s first words were … Dada … I’ll never forget that day. I was busy changing his nappy and he was gurgling, catching at the sunrays on the bed, when his eyes caught your picture on the bedside table.”
Her voice clogged up and she swallowed hard before she could continue, tears shining in her bright eyes.
“He pointed to it, smiling widely and said … Dada! Of course Tiffany caught on immediately and copied him. From then on … it was just Dada … it took them over a month before they said … Mom … Mommy!”
His eyes shone bright when she looked at him, her gaze direct. “I know I should have told you about them, and I intended to. Four months after I found you and Jes …”
“You didn’t find Jessica and ME! It was only her!”
He interrupted her viciously, his anger boiling up from afresh. She nodded.
“I phoned your office. I still didn’t want to believe that you didn’t love me. That you deserved to know I was going to have your child. I needed to hear it from your own lips. But it was your father who answered your phone and when he heard it was me … asked if I still didn’t get the message. He told me to go away and use the rest of the money he gave me to disappear. That you and Jessica were getting married in two weeks!”
“The rest of the money?”
“I cashed the check. I suppose he assumed I had the abortion.”
“What did you do with the money?”
“I put it in a trust fund for the twins.”
His face was drawn and he drew a tired hand down his face.
“God, this is such a mess. I still can’t believe that my own father … I will never forgive him for what he did! Expecting you to get rid of my child! His own grandchild! I … I have to get to the office.” He rose and stood looking down at her.
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