by J. S. Luxor
“I’m good with it,” I assure him. “I felt your genuine interest in my situation. Your insights and advice were on target and I trust you.” I give him a confident smile and his eyes crinkle with appreciation.
Tristan carefully tugs me to his side and puts his hand on my thigh. I’m impressed with the affection he so openly shows toward me in front of his therapist. Dr. Wong smiles with satisfaction.
“Well, Joanna, I’m sure you have some questions about Tristan and yourself,” Dr. Wong begins and nods for me to proceed.
“Tristan explained his past needs for rough sex when he was with his escorts,” I state with a somewhat shaky voice. Why is this topic so difficult for me to address with a therapist who knows Tristan’s past so well, I wonder?
“I’m pleased that he’s shared so much with you already, Joanna,” Dr. Wong admits and then waits for me to continue.
“He believes that his feelings of aggression towards his kidnappers or whoever tortured him were worked out through rough sex with escorts,” I explain. “It sickens me to think of Tristan as an adolescent though. He was manipulated and abused again as a teen by Kristen Powers. For some strange reason, he doesn’t see it that way. Perhaps that’s why he liked using whips and belts on other women while having sex. He may not realize how angry he was at Kristen for what she also did to him. In my view, Tristan’s issues all boil down to women, sex and abuse.” I’m starting to sound like a therapist myself.
Tristan looks at me with concern and pets my leg gently. Dr. Wong encourages me to continue.
“I have zero desire for rough sex because of my issues with an abusive step-father in my past. My question is whether Tristan’s sexual aggression will ever surface with me. Further, even if he behaves differently with me, will I be enough for him? Can I meet his psychological needs in the long run?” I’m breathing in a shallow manner as I speak and looking at Dr. Wong with hope.
Dr. Wong smiles at me in encouragement, “Well, Joanna, let’s start with your first question about the recurrence of Tristan’s long-established pattern. I think Tristan should answer your question now. Then I’ll offer some perspective based on similar cases in the DSM. As you probably know, the DSM is the psychological manual that all therapists use for diagnosis and treatment.” I nod yes since I’ve been in therapy already. Then, we both look to Tristan for an explanation.
Tristan smiles gratefully and looks directly into my eyes while responding. “Joanna, I feel absolutely no desire to use any aggressive moves with you. That extends to sexual or any other activity. In fact, your innocence seems to bring out just the opposite emotional response from me,” he emphasizes the word innocence.
“Maybe that’s just for now,” I suggest with fear in my voice.
“Some kind of profound change occurred in me when I met you, Joanna. That feeling was cemented the first time you slept in my arms. I could feel the charge from you in every fiber of my body. It was life changing. I need and want to treat you with care and to pamper you. There are times, not often, when I feel almost like a father towards you,” he confesses with passionate conviction and burning sincerity.
Once again, I’m stunned at Tristan’s willingness to put all of his feelings on the table. I pat his leg and look warmly at my now very earnest boyfriend. There’s a hint of vulnerability on Tristan’s face. I want to reassure him with a kiss. However, something holds me back.
Dr. Wong affirms Tristan’s feelings. “That strong response to you is consistent with everything that Tristan has shared with me, Joanna. You’ve brought out another more caring aspect of his personality.”
“That’s reassuring, Dr. Wong, but our relationship is still so new,” I point out and then continue. “So far, Tristan’s actions show me that he wants nothing but a loving connection with someone he’s attracted to. He sees me as an inexperienced young woman who can give him a life free of nightmares and maybe free of rough sex. On an emotional level, he’s very affectionate and quite kind to me. But I wonder if he has the wherewithal to continue this romantic behavior once our life returns to normal.”
“I want to add that Tristan’s been on the edge of change with his sexual patterns for a while now. I’ve noticed a decline in his need to punish women for a few years. His more recent sexual encounters have been less about hurting women and more about getting a release from sexual tension through anal sex.” Dr. Wong adds with conviction about his insights.
Wong’s observation seems to impress Tristan.
“Dr. I’m glad you’ve noticed that change in my pattern because I’ve certainly noticed it. To what degree are these permanent changes, in your opinion?” Tristan asks with eagerness.
“Tristan, you’re the only person who can commit to this course of sexuality on an on-going basis. The therapeutic literature suggests that once clients are truly ready to move on from an unsatisfying psychological and behavioral pattern, it comes to an end.” Dr. Wong asserts as Tristan lets out a sigh of satisfaction.
“Do you think his need for rough sex with Kristen’s girls will show up if there’s tension in our relationship, Dr. Wong?” I counter.
“That’s something that Tristan will need to examine,” Dr. Wong notes then turns to Tristan for a response.
“What can you do to reassure Joanna about your change, Tristan?”
Tristan turns to me once again and pets my face. His face fills with an earnest emotion as he holds my cheeks between his hands. “I can pledge to you, Joanna, that I will communicate my frustrations to you as soon as possible. I won’t call Kristen ever again, if we are together,” he promises with tears brimming in his lovely eyes. “I’ll let my staff deal with Kristen and turn the business over to her entirely,” he pledges.
I feel stunned that this gorgeous, powerful man wants me so much that he’d let Kristen go as well. His pledge is more than I expected but I’m so pleased that I could burst with happiness.
“That’s a grand gesture and a powerful claim, Tristan,” Dr. Wong concedes. “Your intentions are more than sincere with Joanna. Ultimately, it’s up to you to make good on the pledge however.”
“I think you know how determined I can be, Dr. Wong,” he asserts. “When I want something or someone, I pursue that object with a one track mind. I want a healthy sexual relationship with Joanna more than anything else in my life. She calls to me like a siren. Kristen will no longer be a part of our circle. I’ll tell my attorney about what she did to us recently, if I must.”
We both nod in agreement. Tristan can be a force of nature when he’s made up his mind. I’m more than thrilled with his declarations of love and devotion. I give him my own ear-splitting smile and kiss him gently on the head. He hugs me in return as he sits beside me.
“Does that answer some of your questions, Joanna?” Dr. Wong asks with concern.
“I’m convinced that Tristan wants to be different with me. The sexual interactions between us have been very limited. But he’s controlled, careful and interested in my sexual gratification,” I spill my thoughts out with enthusiasm to Dr. Wong.
“In my professional opinion, Tristan exhibits all the symptoms of a convincing resolution to his latent aggression. He’s had a lot of therapy and it’s yielded a satisfying outcome. You entered his life, Joanna, just when Tristan turned the corner on his past.”
“It was all in the timing,” Tristan tells me with a warm side-hug and gentle kiss on the cheek.
“Is there anything else you want to say, Joanna?” Dr. Wong asks with encouragement.
“First, I need to figure out what I need from Tristan sexually. There’s no doubt I’m incredibly drawn to his looks and personality. I think he’d make a good boyfriend and sexual partner but maybe I’m deluding myself. Our make out sessions leave me filled with desire. In fact, I can’t wait to see what he’s capable of delivering. His package seems to be amazing. However, I worry that he’ll be different once he’s healed from his injuries,” I add in all sincerity.
Dr. Wong looks a bi
t stunned at my forthright admission about my own sexual needs. Tristan nearly bursts out laughing. Dr. Wong shakes his head with amusement at our interactions. We must seem to be two sex-crazed young adults in his view.
“Well just give me a bit more time, Joanna, and I’ll be happy to deliver the goods within the package,” he exclaims with a salacious smile. He seems more than confident as he rests his hand on my thigh. In fact, Tristan looks downright enthusiastic about fulfilling my needs. I’m hot just thinking about it.
“Well, speaking of timing,” Dr. Wong stands to indicate that ours is up. We both leave his office arm in arm. I gaze up at Tristan with wonder. His declarations about me and Kristen are more than I ever hoped to hear. All I can say is please.
Chapter Seven - Experiments
As we leave Dr. Wong’s office and I help Tristan with his balance issues, he looks at me with amusement. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
“So you’re a sexually frustrated young woman and you had to let Dr. Wong know about that?”
“I’m sorry, Tristan, I guess I need a better filter between my mouth and brain,” I admit a bit sheepishly. I hope he’s not upset that I mentioned our sex life in front of Dr. Wong.
“That’s alright, Joanna. He’s our therapist and he’d hear about it sooner or later,” he assures me and pinches my rear. “Why don’t you stay over at my place tonight and we can play a bit, nothing rough though.” He’s tempting me in the most appealing way but I’m determined to negotiate this issue as long as Kristen’s still in the picture.
“I’ll tell you what,” I suggest, “as soon as you send Kristen a message about her new role, I’ll spend the night at your place. In the meantime, I need to visit my place because it’s lonely.”
He looks at me with astonishment. “I thought you wanted something from the package,” he teases.
“Oh I most definitely want your package but I want her out of our lives first,” I assert with confidence. Since I have the power now I intend to use it to full advantage.
“Alright, Joanna, watch this,” he taunts and then pulls out his IPhone. “I’m sending a message to Kristen in a few moments but I want you to OK it first.”
I’m impressed that Tristan takes action on his promises so quickly. He types out an email message for a few moments and then passes the screen to me to inspect. This is what the message says:
To: Kristen Powers
From: Tristan Grant
Re: Photos
Kristen – I’m deeply disturbed about the material you sent to Joanna concerning my past sexual behavior. In fact, we’ve discussed your inappropriate attempts at communication, at length. Your provocative behavior crosses the line and violates my standards for friendship. I’m outraged that you would interfere in my personal life in the manner you chose. Therefore, I’ve decided there’ll be no further contact between you and Joanna or between you and me, from this day forward. My staff will contact you concerning our business partnership. Please don’t attempt to call or visit me, or Joanna, now or in the future. The repercussions for violating my demand will be severe both socially and economically. Sincerely, Tristan
I read the message three times before speaking. “Well it’s clear you mean to end it with her,” I admit.
“I’m going to talk with my attorney about putting some teeth into my email,” he promises me and then jokes as though it’s a political ad. “Do you approve of this message?”
“Tristan, it’s brutal and very final. Are you sure you’re really ready to pull the plug on Kristen?” I’m surprised that he would cut ties with his long-time business partner so quickly. I hope I never have to feel his wrath.
“It’s been brewing for a while, Joanna. And, then, after what she sent you,” he trails off with a look of disgust and horror on his face.
“Could she seek revenge in some way Tristan?” I ask while trying to imagine the in she has with his brother and perhaps his family.
“It’s possible but I have security 24/7 and can always alert my family about her real business,” he tells me with the most confident look on his face that I’ve seen in a while.
“Why don’t you think about your email for a day or so and then if you want to change or add anything, send it to her?” I suggest.
He lets out a short breath and then nods, “Good point. I may want to add something as an attachment. I’ll send it to my draft file and then forward it to Kristen, after I speak with my attorney.”
“Great,” I conclude and then look at my boyfriend with admiration and affection.
“See? I’m good for my word, Joanna. Now don’t you want just a little sample of the package?” He says with a voice that makes me clinch with desire. By now, we’ve reached the SUV. Bailey will drive us wherever we’d like.
“Alright, you’ve been such a good guy. I’d love a little sample of your body,” I decide at last and then smile at Tristan with an incredibly seductive look in my eyes. He lights up at my words like a torch.
“Bailey, drive us to Miss Prime’s place. When we arrive, park outside and then give us some privacy. Can you wait outside the SUV while we talk?” he requests. Bailey smiles widely and nods his agreement.
So we’re going to make out in the SUV. Well at least its dark tinted windows won’t let anyone know what’s going on within it. Wow. This should be fun. I get a hint of Tristan’s package, at last.
On the drive to my place, Tristan takes my hand and begins kissing each of my fingers with feather light caresses of his lips. That move sends shivers up and down my spine. I’m also feeling warm and ready. By the time we’re parked outside my apartment, I’m sitting on Tristan’s lap and we’re face to face. We’re kissing with real passion within seconds of parking. His tongue and lips taste clean and fresh. I avoid touching his ribs.
Then Tristan takes us to the next level quickly. He slowly unbuttons my blouse and opens it. A moan escapes from his throat when he looks at me in my designer bra. I’m more than turned on by his desire for my body. He palms and gently massages me for several minutes. The feel of his hands on my breasts sends volts of desire to my center. After a few minutes, his breathing gets heavy and mine goes haywire.
“Has anyone ever played with your breasts before?” he probes while his eyes grow darker than ever. He looks into my eyes for the truth.
“No one’s ever even touched my breasts. Well except for you, very recently,” I admit while kissing his neck and face repeatedly.
“That’s good to know, Joanna. It thrills me. I want to be the only one to teach you all about desire and release. I want to be the first to bring you to an orgasm.”
“That’s fine with me Tristan. You know how much I like having your hands on me,” I encourage with a sweet smile.
“Is this turning you on, Joanna? Because it’s doing a number on me,” he asks while gently squeezing my breasts. He’s swallowing his own needs and working on mine. I’m ready to learn whatever Tristan Grant, sex educator, would like to share with me.
“Of course, do you have to ask?” I giggle. “I’m a very accomplished pupil.” He chuckles at my answer. I’m more than excited by his moves. Further, I can feel him responding as well. His pants seem to be expanding in certain key areas near his lap.
His next move surprises me. Before I know it, my front-clasp bra is opened and my breasts are exposed between us. He stares at my naked nipples for quite some time. He licks his lips and then kisses my mouth. He’s pacing my seduction so well.
“You’re just perfect. So perky and pink, Joanna,” he tells me with satisfaction while his fingers massage the underside of each twin mound. “They’re full and firm. Can I play with them, please?”
I’ve never been so thrilled about my breasts before. Since no one’s ever explored them, I’m looking forward to his expert touches. I smile with desire and nod an enthusiastic yes. Then I bite my lip as I proudly push myself into his hands. His fingers pull gently on my engorged tips. He looks me in the eyes to watch my reactio
ns. What he’s doing to my nipples feels like he’s touched a nerve that goes straight to my vagina. I’m so wet, it’s ridiculous.
“Do you enjoy this little sex game?” he asks with a seductive whisper. “We’ve just gone to second base.”
“Oh Tristan, I can’t believe how much I like having you touch my nipples,” I admit. His fingers seem to have just the right amount of pressure. He twists and pulls on me with practiced moves and looks very excited himself. Then, he looks into my baby blues to gauge my response. I’m sure my irises are the size of quarters and quite black.
I wonder how many other women he’s massaged and fondled in the same way. The idea is nauseating but pushed from my mind quickly because he’s getting ready for his next move. He’s moving his graceful hands under my armpits to signal that I should sit up. I can see where this is going. I hope that my head won’t touch the SUV ceiling above where we’re seated.