“Lots of men like that baby,” Tristan continues, echoing my thoughts. “But it doesn’t have to be in a done in a dom-sub way, just two people finding out what they like, what turns them on. And Olivia liked me becoming a dominant in the bedroom.”
“And...um spanking her turned you on?” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“Yes.” He tells me firmly.
I take a deep breath. “So, no weird painful stuff going on?” I ask.
“No.” Tristan sighs. “Coral, Olivia was used to it, so some things we did...well she’d like it rough...” Tristan sighs again. “I’m not explaining myself very well. Look, as a for instance, Olivia liked to be blindfolded, tied up, spanked, denied orgasm then fucked – hard. She found good old regular sex to be...insignificant.” He tells me, his eyes wide and dark.
“You two never made love?” I squeak, totally shocked and getting more of an idea of what their relationship was about. Tristan slowly shakes his head at me. I can see the pain behind his eyes, the regret. “But you’re so good at it?” I say, still mystified.
Tristan smiles crookedly at me. “Thank you baby.” He reaches forward and softly strokes my cheek. “I guess, at the time I was ok with that, but I have to admit, not long before we split, she started asking me to be rougher with her, she wanted more pain, harder hits – that was definitely not my scene!” Holy fuck – kinky bitch!
I swallow hard. “What else did you do Tristan?”
“All sorts,” he says, his cheeks flushing red.
“Spill!” I order. Tristan smiles a little awkwardly, then tells me a few more kinky things.
It’s all stuff I would imagine any couple would get up to as they explore each other’s wants and needs. Role playing, toys, all that kind of stuff – Nothing drastic, or painful, just a hell of a lot more than I’ve ever done, I start to relax a little.
Ok, so maybe this isn’t such a big deal after all. What he’s basically saying to me is Olivia liked to be controlled in the bedroom, that’s how she got her kicks, and as for Tristan, well if she was always a bossy cow with him, then I’m sure he did enjoy telling her what to do in the bedroom – dominating her probably gave him a huge high!
I can't help the giggle that bursts from within me. Tristan’s head whips round, I glance across at him, still giggling, and see his mouth is open, his eyes wide.
“Coral!” He gasps.
“What?” I chuckle.
“You’re laughing!” He chokes, his intensity fading, his eyes softening, the tension draining from his face.
“Oh Tristan,” I giggle. “It’s not that big a deal!” I add.
“Not a...” He breaks off, looking quite shocked I have to say, then starts to shake his head. “You know, you never react the way I think you’re going to,” he adds, a smile starting to creep across his face, his dimples deepening.
“Sorry,” I chuckle. “But I just...when you told me you were a dominant, I had the most awful scenarios go racing around my head, but what you’re basically saying to me, is the two of you experimented with what you liked.” I take a deep breath and continue.
“I may not have had much experience Tristan, but I have read some erotica, some of it turned me on, and some of it revolted me, but I know everyone is different and likes different things. Either way, I didn’t really give it much thought because I never imagined I would be able to do anything like that with a guy because of my...issues,” I say, the laughter fading. “But I’m willing to try, with you,” I say. “Well depending on what you want to try that is,” I add with sarcasm.
Tristan’s eyes darken, his dominant look creeping in – weird really because I’ve always found it very sexy – I just didn’t know it was dominance!
“What did you like from the books you read Coral?” He asks in his sexy, husky voice.
He leans back against the sofa, his arm spread out behind me, and takes a sip while he waits for my answer.
I shake my head at him. “No way Mr Freeman, we are doing this my way!”
“Your way?” He questions, his head cocked to the side.
“Yes. I want you to tell me what you’ve done, and in return, I’ll tell you if it’s something that I’ve read and if it well...did things for me,” I say, feeling shy. “Deal?” I add.
“Deal.” Tristan throws his enigmatic smile at me, leans forward, and kisses me tenderly again...
TRISTAN AND I ARE QUIETLY SIPPING MORE BRANDY. It would seem, from the hour long conversation we’ve just had, that the things that turn me on, that I’ve never tried, are pretty much the same things that turn Tristan on. Apart from the odd thing here or there, that we are both willing to try with one another. Hmm, a sexual spanking from Tristan – I wonder how I’m actually going to feel about that?
But as Tristan has assured me, several times tonight ‘You don't like it baby, just say so and we’ll stop’ This, as he again, has informed me several times, will not be a sub-dom thing, but a relationship, in which two people explore, and hopefully fulfill each other’s wants and needs.
I feel kind of weird and excited at the same time. I have to remind myself that I did want this conversation, and now it’s out there, what we both want, I really hope I don't fuck it up and Tristan leaves me – I immediately stop that line of thinking.
I know he won't leave me, he’s crazy about me. Christ he’s deeply in love with me, any fool can see that, so it’s about time I damn well accepted it too. But there’s a part of me that feels like I’m not matched to him anymore, he’s done so many different things. He’s so experienced compared to me. I want to know what it’s like, but I’m so nervous about it all.
I sigh inwardly, the only way I’m going to know if this is something I can handle is to try it. I swallow hard and try to be brave.
“So...what do you think now Coral?” Tristan asks.
I stare back at him, wondering what to say and feeling so shy again. “Um...” I laugh nervously and throw back the rest of my brandy. Then I stand, take my glass over to the mini-bar and turn to gaze at him. “Why don't you show me,” I say in a moment of bravery.
“What?” Tristan smirks, then loses the grin as he stares back at my anxious face.
“Show me, I want to know what it’s like, if this is something I can do for you.”
“Coral, you don't need to do it for me, I’ve told you that,” he replies.
“I know, but I want to know.” I walk over and stand in front of him. “Show me,” I say again, holding out my shaking hand to him.
“You want to try?” He asks, lowering his head and looking up at me through his long lashes.His eyes are so dark now, and his demeanour...This is Dominant Tristan.
I swallow hard. “Yes.” I answer firmly. Jeez! – I’m so nervous, yet so turned on. I stare back at him, wondering if I’m doing the right thing here. Tristan hasn’t moved in inch, he’s still staring up at me, his eyes narrowed as he does. Making a decision maybe, I don't know? So I decide to prompt him into action.
“Tristan,” I close my eyes and take a deep calming breath. “You know all this talking about sex has got me really turned on’ – His lips reach mine, instantly silencing me, and it’s like no kiss I’ve had from him before – This is different, way, way different – This is dirty, sexy kissing!
In a flash, he has bent down, skimmed his hands up my legs, grabbed hold of my hips. Lifted me up and pushed me up against the living room wall. I wrap my legs around him as his hands grope my ass, squeeze my hips, he’s pushing his erection hard against me as the kiss continues, commanding me, possessing me, taking not giving, but most of all it’s really freakin’ hot!
Tristan is really turned on, I’m really turned on – Holy fuck!
I grip his hair hard, and kiss him back with every inch of passion that’s burning through my veins for this man, our moans and grunts filling the silence. And it just doesn’t stop. It’s like all the tension, all the passion, want and need is flooding out of him. It’s like he’s finally kissing me th
e way he probably wanted to kiss me the moment he met me.
I get a flashback of him saving me from falling outside Munchies, how he held me in his arms, his eyes burning into mine – Whoa! Yes, it was there too...I remember now.
After what seem like the longest, most passionate kiss in history, he pulls back panting hard and releases me.“Coral, you’re still healing, we need to be careful.” He commands in a deep, sexy voice, his lips inches from mine – Whoa! My lips feel so big, and swollen.
I look up, and there it is, that look in his eyes. It’s the exact same look he had when we first met, right there in reception at Chester House. No wonder it made me feel weird, and freaked out. Maybe I was subconsciously picking up on it?
“Are you going to show me, or not?” I pant, although I think he’s just given me a pretty good taster – And I want more!
He reaches out, his hand caressing my cheek for a moment, his eyes boring into mine, it’s like he’s debating whether or not to. Decision made, he takes a step back and silently holds his hand out to me. I place my hand in his, my heart a frantic tattoo and I walk with him into the bedroom – What’s he going to do?
We stop a few feet from the bed. Tristan releases my hand, picks up his MP3 player and selects a track. The most sexy, slow soulful sound fills the speakers.
“Who’s this?” I breathe.
Tristan turns to me. “Massive Attack, Teardrops,” he says.
“Oh...” I swallow hard and just stare back at him – Frozen.
“Coral, do you really want to do this?” I nod in reply, then reach up to unclip my halter-neck dress. “Allow me,” he says in his sexy, husky voice.
I drop my arms and watch him casually stroll over to me. Just watching the way he walks is getting me all hot and bothered. Tristan stands right in front of me, we are both still breathing heavy. He reaches out and slowly skims his forefinger across my collarbone. I look up at him through my lashes – I’m so glad I put my make-up on tonight – and smile, he smiles back.
I think we are both relieved. I guess we both feel more secure in knowing what we want from each other – I’m so glad Debs came round and told me about Scott. At least now, I will hopefully, be giving Tristan his kicks, so fingers crossed, he won’t fall into another woman’s arms – Stop it Coral!Tristan is right in front of you – concentrate!
I look up at Tristan again, and without a word, he spins his forefinger in the air. Oh! He wants me to turn around. I smile coquettishly at him and slowly turn around. He pulls me back gently, so I can feel his body against mine, his hard erection pressed against my backside.
“Mmm...” I close my eyes.
He keeps his one hand gently pressed on my belly, then he slowly moves all of my hair to my left shoulder. Then I feel him gently place a kiss on my scar. Then his lips are on my right shoulder, planting more soft, wet kisses, as he works his way up my neck, right up to my ear. He gently bites my earlobe, making me groan with want.
“Hmm, you smell so good baby,” he says in his deep, husky voice, his teeth grazing my earlobe once more.
“Tristan,” I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. I want him, now. And I know he wants me, because I can feel his erection harden against my backside, his breath coming in sharp gusts.
He suddenly kneels down behind me. I feel his hands either side of my knees. His fingertips start to skim lightly up my legs, underneath the thin material of my dress, my head falls back, my mouth slack. Tristan’s breathe hitches when he reaches my lacy hold-ups.
“So....sexy,” he slowly says, in his deepest voice. His hands continue to lightly skim up my legs until they reach the front of my lacy thong. “Mmm, I do approve Miss Stevens,” he teases.
Then his one hand pushes against my belly again, pulling me against his erection, while his other hand reaches underneath the lacy material of my thong, and stops when he reaches my sex. I feel his lips kissing along my neck and shoulder, driving me wild. Then he circles my clitoris a couple of times, and sinks two fingers inside me, his thumb still caressing.
“Ahh...Tristan,” I moan.
“Oh baby,” he whispers. “You’re so ready.” His fingers begin their torture, in and out – Christ I’m going to come!I still want to try something different, I want to know what it’s like, yet Tristan still hasn’t agreed or disagreed?
“Tie me up,” I whisper.
“No baby, not until you’re healed,” he whispers back, kissing my neck several times. Jeez, my legs are going to give way.
I want to roll my eyes, he’s still worried about me, even though I’m so much better. “Blindfold me then,” I whisper, trying to be brave.
Tristan’s hands still. “Coral,” he whispers. “Not now.”
I open my eyes, turn my head and meet his heated gaze. I reach up and softly caress his cheek.
“I want to try,” I whisper. “I thought you were going to show me?” I can see he’s still hesitant about this. “I trust you,” I tell him. He still looks torn. “Do it Tristan,” I challenge. “Show me what it’s like,” I add, my heart racing.
Tristan takes hold of my wrist, registering my pulse, then kisses the inside of my hand.
“Ok,” he reluctantly says, his eyes darkening. “Close your eyes baby,” he softly demands, so I do. He gently pull his fingers from inside me, then I hear him opening a drawer, then he’s behind me again. I can feel the heat of his body, smell his potent scent.
Fuck! What’s he going to do? All my senses are on high alert, yet I’m turned on, big time!
“Are you sure?” he questions, still not touching me.
“Yes.” I say as confidently as I can.
“This is one of my ties,” Tristan whispers. “I’m going to place it over your eyes now,” he adds, then slowly and carefully does so, and ties it at the back of my head. “Don't be afraid,” he softly says.
“I’m not,” I pant. I open my eyes, I can't see a thing. It’s pitch black. Whoa!
His arms encase me, one around my chest, the other around my waist, squeezing me tight. “I’ll never hurt you Coral,” he whispers in my right ear.
“I know,” I whisper back. Boy I love this guy!
“Just tell me to stop ok,” he softly adds.
“I will, I promise,” I tell him.
“Ok baby. I’m going to undress you now,” Tristan whispers.
His fingers begin slowly tracing across my shoulders, up towards my neck, I feel him unclip my dress. He slowly peels the dress down my body, until I feel it pool at my feet. I’m not wearing a bra, so now all I’m in are my knickers, hold-ups and stilettos.
“Wow!” Tristan exclaims in delight, I can tell he’s moved so he’s in front of me. “You are such a sight to behold baby.” I feel him gently kiss my lips. “I’m going to kiss you all over, my beautiful girl.” Tristan lifts me into his arms and gently lays me down on the bed. Oh my God!
This is so hot, I have no idea where he’ll touch or kiss me next, and that’s what’s driving me wild, turning me on so much.
“I want you to do something Coral,” he demands.
“What?” I whisper.
“Lay your hands down each side of you, and keep them there.” What?
“Why?” I whisper. He doesn’t answer me but I hear him stripping his clothing, it makes me smile. Then I feel his weight on the bed, crawling up to me?
Tristan lifts my chin, the contact of his fingers making me gasp aloud.
“Because I said so,” he says in his deepest, sexiest voice.
I almost climax – I swallow several times, I’m panting for Christ’ sake!
“Answer me baby,” he says, a little softer.
“Ok,” I whisper. I lay my arms down either side of me, my hands are pushing into the bed, my fingers gripping the covers. He plants his lips on mine for a moment, his tongue softly invading my mouth, then he starts trailing soft, wet kisses down the left side of my neck.
His lips are the only thing that’s touching me, I cannot feel his hands, or the w
eight of his body. Then he kisses my lips again, and repeats the process down the right side of my neck. I’m squirming inside, and my breathe is coming in sharp gusts – Damn this is amazing!
“Oh baby,” Tristan says, planting another kiss on my lips. “You’re so responsive, so beautiful.” He begins again kissing the hollow base of my throat, working his way down in between my breasts, and I know where he’s heading. He stops abruptly, then I feel his soft lips gently suck my already pert nipple into his mouth – Holy Fuck! I’m going to come.
“Tristan,” I cry out. He moves and does the same with my left nipple. “Ahh...” I feel him shift his weight slightly as he trails kisses down the centre of my body. He stops again, and I feel his fingers softly stroke my torso. Whoa! That feels so sensual, so sexy!
His fingers work their way down towards my knickers, his lips following, with sweet kisses. He cups the material between his fingers and slowly peels them off – I feel so...so, exposed!
I know what he’s going to do, and I know the moment he touches my sex, that’ll be it, I’ll come – I know I will.
“Even better,” I hear him say, I think he’s smiling. “Oh Coral, you should see yourself now, wearing nothing but hold-ups and heels. You look so fucking sexy. I am so turned on right now.”
“Tristan,” I whisper, pushing my hips up – I want to feel him inside me, so badly.
I hear him chuckle. Then I feel his weight shift again. Taking me by surprise, he lifts my right leg and kisses my ankle, then works his way up, over my calf, then he’s kissing my knee.
“Ah yes,” he says. “These sexy legs of yours, if I remember rightly, I was going to kiss every inch of them,” he whispers. He remembered – Oh Tristan!
He continues this way, heading north, kissing my legs all over until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Oh god!I am so hot, panting, wanting, needing him inside me – now! My hands are pulling at the sheets, my body fit to burst – I’m being taken away on a sensual journey.
“Tristan...I want you, in me...” I manage to garble.
“All in good time,” he teases. I feel him lift my left leg and begin the same process as he did with my right – Jesus, I’m going to internally combust!
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