Choosing the Hart: A Love Triangle

by René, Dani

  “Yes, Triston.” My voice was an unrecognizable hiss. He lifted his hand, and my skin felt cold where he had touched me. I heard the sound before I felt the sting. His hand came down hard, causing me to wince, alternating on each side, again and again. My legs were trembling. I was so turned on I was sure I would come undone as soon as he touched me. Thankfully, I was holding on to the table; as it was helping me steady myself. His foot pushed mine farther apart, and now I was completely spread in front of him.

  He moved my soaked panties aside, and I felt his finger between my legs. He stroked my sex, teasing his thumb over the slick entrance. I whimpered. “Miss Reid, I do believe you were enjoying that.” I heard him suck his thumb, moaning, “You are delicious!” The thought of him tasting me on his fingers had me so close to the edge. “Are you sure you want this, Miss Reid?”

  “Please!” I begged.

  I heard him pull off his belt, and I knew what he was going to do, shocked at how much I wanted it and how much I wanted him. The sting resonated over my skin. “Do you like challenging me, Miss Reid?” his voice low and scratchy. “Yes, Mr. Hart!” I couldn’t contain myself. I needed it, submitting to him completely at that moment. The second sting made me whimper. He dropped the belt on the table next to me.

  He placed feather-light kisses on my thighs. My knees were about to give way, and I gripped the table tighter. His soft, warm hands held on to my thighs. I felt his hot breath on the drenched opening of my body. “Triston . . .” I moaned.

  I felt his tongue on me, and I came undone. My body shook with the most intense orgasm I ever felt. I squeezed my eyes closed so tightly I saw stars as my release washed over me. He didn’t move, allowing me the pleasure of his skilled tongue on the most sensitive part of my body. He eased a finger inside me, and I felt the fire blazing through my body. “Triston!” I moaned his name louder.

  “Miss Reid, I need you. I need to be inside you. Do you want me?”

  “Yes, please. Please, Triston?” I begged shamelessly.

  I heard him pull off his shirt, listened to the zipper of his slacks, and I knew he was almost naked, which coaxed the need in me. “Stand.”

  I stood up shakily, my legs like jelly. He untied the blindfold, and I blinked in the dim light of our room. “Hands behind you.”

  He proceeded in tying my hands behind my back. As he leaned into me, my palm was directly at his groin. I felt the rigid hardness that was about to be inside me. He was so big I didn’t know how I would handle it. “Do you want that inside you?” he asked hoarsely as if reading my thoughts. I nodded.

  Bending me over the table, he lifted the belt again, and I knew what was coming. The sting on my ass was harsh. It made me lift onto my toes, and the second one had the same effect. I felt his warm hand rubbing the ache, his touch soft, moving slowly over my ass.

  His finger traced its way over my entrance, and I was dripping wet again. “Mmm, so hot and wet,” I heard him drop his tight briefs. “Tomorrow, when you feel the ache between your legs, you will know you are mine.”

  He plunged into me, and I cried out at the invasion. “Yes, Triston!”

  He filled me so deep it knocked the breath from me. He held on to my hands tied behind me as he plunged into me, easing out only to fill me again. He was right, I was his, and he possessed me completely.

  He slapped my tingling ass again and again as he filled me. I could feel my orgasm building again as I am tightening around him. “Not yet,” he warned me. I tried to concentrate on not coming, but he was feeding the fire inside me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.

  He untied my hands and pulled me up by my shoulders. I was almost flush with his body, my hands holding me up. My back arched, and his hand gripped my neck. I felt his hot breath on my ear, and I was so close; he was hitting every nerve ending in my body. As he plunged into me one last time, he whispered in his deep, lust-filled voice, “Come for me! I want to possess you.” I felt my body shake as a second, intense orgasm ripped through me. His hand tightened on my neck, and his teeth grazed my ear as he filled me with his release.

  * * *

  I opened my eyes and looked into Triston’s sleeping face. He looked so peaceful and calm. His arm wrapped tightly around me, but as I tried to move, I felt the sting on my backside. Last night flashed through my mind, and I shivered. I reached up and touched Triston’s face. His eyes opened, and he frowned. He looked so adorable. “Morning, handsome,” I whispered, and he pulled me into him as he groaned sleepily. His leg intertwined with mine, and a smile spread across his face.

  “Triston, we need to go to work!” I scolded him.

  He rolled on top of me and rested his weight on his elbows. “Is that any way to say good morning to me, Miss Reid?” he laughed. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth as he rolled his hips. He was rock hard, teasing me. I raised my hips toward him, and he growled into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him. Even after last night, I was still aching to feel him inside me, his tongue licking into me, tasting me. His lips were soft and demanding, displaying the need in him.

  Reaching between us, I gripped him in my fist. He groaned into the kiss as I stroked him. I positioned him at my soaking entrance. I was teasing the tip of him on my slick sex when he stopped the assault on my mouth. “You sure?” I nodded. He slowly pushed into me. I gripped the sheets as I opened to take him inside. My head fell back. He kissed my neck, and I moaned. “You feel so fucking good, Emily. Open for me. I want to be inside you all the fucking time,” he groaned as he filled me. He rocked his hips back and forth, plunging into me, harder and harder. His hair fell across his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his back as I climbed higher. The coil tightened in my stomach, and I felt my release edging closer. I looked up into his lust-filled eyes, and I knew I was close to coming undone.

  “I want you all the time, Triston. Every second of the day,” I moaned, and I felt his body tense. He was close. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into me. He pushed faster and harder, and I clenched around him. My orgasm ripped into me, and my body shook with the intensity.

  “Fuck!” he groaned as he came inside me, my whole body spasming with him. Kissing me again, his lips moved over mine, down to my neck, and nibbling on my ear.

  He rolled over next to me, and I felt empty as soon as he pulled out. We laid there for what felt like hours in each other’s arms. I didn’t want to move, but I knew we had to get to work. “Triston?” I whispered, and his eyes opened.

  “I’m awake angel; I just didn’t want to get up.” He smiled.

  I leaned over him and checked the time on his phone. It was seven thirty. We had another two hours before the driver was picking us up. “Do you want breakfast?” I asked.

  He nodded and pulled me closer. “Wasn’t that what we just had?” he asked jokingly. His hips rolled into me again, and I giggled. He was insatiable.

  “Not that breakfast. Mr. Hart, behave yourself!” I rolled out of bed and grabbed the bathrobe, tying it as I walked over to the phone. “What did you want?” I looked over at him, and my breath caught. His tousled brown hair framed his handsome face. The sheet just covered his hips. The beautifully tanned, sculpted body looked breathtaking on the white sheets. “You decide, angel. I’m happy with anything. Vegetarian is good if they don’t have vegan.” I nodded and called room service.

  * * *

  The silver SUV pulled up to Mr. Jacobson’s mansion at nine thirty on the dot. I wore a grey pencil skirt with a blue chiffon top, the color matching Triston’s tie while he’s dressed in a black suit with a grey dress shirt. We were greeted by a young man in his mid-twenties who introduced himself as Mr. Jacobson’s assistant. He walked us through the lower section of the house to the study and opened the door to a large office. Mr. Jacobson was sitting behind his desk when we walked in, and his face lit up when he saw us. He got up and walked around his desk to greet us. “Hello, Mr. Hart, Miss Reid. I was j
ust finishing up the contracts. You can have a read-through today, and we can make the amendments and finalize.” He shook Triston’s hand and gave me a peck on the cheek. Escorting us into the room, there was a large meeting table to the left of the office. “You can set up here, Miss Reid. You will need the cable as well.” Handing me a power cable, I plugged in my laptop and powered it on. He pulled up a chair and gestured for us to sit. “Did you both have a good day yesterday?” I smiled and nodded.

  “Yes, thank you. We ended up going for a dip in the ocean. It was lovely!” I blushed, remembering kissing Triston and feeling his strong arms around me. Memories of the night before, on the other hand, had my whole body on fire.

  Mr. Jacobson got up and walked over to his desk. “That’s great! Tonight, we party.” I turned to Triston. He winked, causing a blush to heat my face. The magnetic pull of Triston's body next to mine was so strong as we sat next to each other. Mr. Jacobson brought over the paperwork, which Triston took and laid on the desk in front of him. I knew this was going to be a long day from the size of the contract. “Well, let’s get to it. Miss Reid, you can start with the marketing plan. I have a copy draft here. We need the final dates and prep times. There will be set up and break down days, and we also need a final roll call on all the staff in attendance.” I nodded and opened a new document. It was time to get started.

  * * *

  When lunchtime rolled around, I was starving. I stood up and stretched. We had been working nonstop for four-and-a-half hours. I had a forty-page document typed out with information about all twelve of the events. The staff brought our lunch into the office, and it smelled amazing. “I hope you don’t mind eating in here. I figured it would be easier than shuffling outside.” Our host smiled and moved the paperwork to his desk. The table was large enough to accommodate six people. Lunch looked like it was enough for six as well. I smiled at the spread in front of us. “Yes, it’s perfect. Can you tell me where the restroom is?” I asked. Mr. Jacobson explained there were two on the lower floor, giving us directions to both. I walked to the office door with Triston close behind me. I turned to the left, and Triston followed, “Aren’t you going to the restroom?” I asked, confused.

  He winked and nodded. “Yeah. Yours sounds much more inviting!” I giggled at his naughty smirk and shook my head.

  Opening the door to the immaculate bathroom, I stepped inside. Triston followed right behind me, shutting the door and locking it. He immediately pinned me against the wall, pressing his body into mine. Grabbing my wrists, he pinned my hands above my head with his right hand. His left hand lifted my skirt up to my thighs, his mouth on mine, devouring me. “Triston,” I moaned into his kiss. He ignored my protest, although I didn’t think it was much of a protest. His left hand stroked the crotch of my wet panties as my hips rocked with his movements. I was aching to feel his fingers, and my nipples strained against the soft lace of my bra. He growled wantonly, and I felt him harden on my thigh.

  He pulled away suddenly. “Fuck!” His eyes were dark blue. He spun around and looked in the mirror, watching me recover from the kiss. “I needed to kiss you!” He turned to me again and smiled. Grabbing my hand, he placed it on his crotch, “This is what you do to me. The whole fucking meeting I was in agony!” he growled.

  I smirked at him. “Good, now go! Before we get caught!”

  His gaze fueled by desire. “That smart little mouth will be punished later!” He released my hand and stepped back, his hand on the doorknob.

  “Promise?” I whispered. I knew it was a promise, and I looked forward to it.

  He opened the bathroom door, and before stepping out, retorted, “You can count on it!” Triston closed the door behind him, leaving me breathless.

  * * *

  I closed my laptop at five p.m. The sun was still high, and I was famished again. We were escorted to the car by Mr. Jacobson’s assistant. He mentioned the car would collect us in a couple of hours for the dinner we were meant to be attending this evening. It was our second night in LA, and I was enjoying it. I knew there was an exclusive event we were going to attend tomorrow, which was exciting. I was curious to know what the theme would be. “Thank you for your hard work today, Miss Reid,” Triston said as we slid into the backseat of the SUV. His hand found mine, and he gave it a small squeeze.

  I smiled. “It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Hart.” His smile melted my heart. I loved how his nose wrinkled and the edges of his eyes creased.

  “Tonight is going to be interesting. I can’t wait to see you in that dress.” We were joining Mr. Jacobson and his wife for dinner at some fancy restaurant.

  “I’m excited; I can’t wait to see the dress myself!” I giggled.

  He winked and leaned closer to me. “Angel, I’m looking forward to taking that dress off you!” My whole body responded to his words, and I squirmed in my seat. He was smirking, noting my unease.

  “Don’t push your luck, Mr. Hart. You do realize I’m your employee?” I challenged.

  “Miss Reid, you are my employee. That means you need to obey my orders. Or there will be consequences.” He bit my earlobe, and I felt the heat between my legs.

  “Triston . . .” I moaned, biting my lip to keep from drawing attention from the driver. His soft hand fell on my thigh. He pushed my skirt slowly and meticulously up my legs. His expert fingers stroked my damp panties, yet I slapped his hand. “Stop it!” I hissed, and he laughed — a full, throaty laugh.

  When we pulled up to the hotel, I opened my door and slid out. “Miss Reid, I would be happier if you waited for me to open your door.” His tone was serious as he admonished me.

  I smiled. “Sorry! I didn’t realize it was a prerequisite that you open my door.” He was so demanding sometimes it was driving me insane. I walked into the hotel, ignoring his protests. I walked past the elevators and opened the stairwell door. Slipping off my shoes, I fiercely started up the stairs. I heard him follow through the door.

  “Em!” He ran up behind me. “Miss Reid!” I stopped dead at his tone and spun on my heel two steps above him. I looked down at his darkening blue eyes.

  “What?” His eyes turned black at my raised voice.

  “What is your problem?” I shouted at him, the echo resonating off the empty stairwell. I held onto the railing, waiting for him to respond. He stepped up to me, his body inches from mine, and I was too aware of him. He was distracting me from my anger. I took a step back, and he stepped forward until I backed against the wall. His hands on either side of my head, “Triston,” I breathed, not sure what I wanted to say.

  “You, Miss Reid, are going to be the death of me! I control so many things in my life, but you, you’re the one thing I ache to control and possess. But you are always just outside my grasp. It makes me crazy!” His voice was louder than I expected. My heart tried hammering out of my chest. Pressing his body flush against me, I felt a hunger for this man, and I didn’t know how to satiate it.

  I looked up into those beautiful, dark blue eyes. “Triston, you do possess me!” I shouted. I didn’t care if it angered him. “Don't you get that?” Stepping back, a look of shock crossed his face. I turned and walked up the stairs to the landing of our floor.

  “Miss Reid, stop!” My hand was on the handle of the exit. I turned to him. He stared at me, oblivious to the effect he had on me. Those beautiful blue eyes held so much pain, but also so much love — a love he was so scared to give. I felt like shaking him and making him see how much I wanted him. How much I wanted to be his.

  “I do?” His whisper, laced with insecurity. How on earth did a man filled with so much confidence still have insecurities? He reached the landing, standing in front of me. I nodded.

  Releasing the doorknob, I grabbed his face in my hands. I held his gaze. “You do, Triston; you possess me in ways I never knew were possible.” Grabbing my wrists, he walked me back against the wall, his mouth crashing onto mine. I arched my body into his, feeling his erection against my thigh. I ached to feel it inside me. P
inning my hands above my head with one hand, his other hand found my soaked panties. His growl emanated through his chest into the kiss. He stroked my panties, pushing the thin material aside, slipping two fingers inside me.

  Pulling away from the kiss, he looked at me, his eyes filled with lust. “I love how wet you are for me, angel.” Plunging his fingers into me, I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I could hear people passing the door. My head fell back, and I savored the feeling of his fingers lifting me higher and higher. I heard his zipper, and when I looked down, he had freed his rock-hard erection.

  “Triston—” I protested.

  Placing a finger on my lips to hush me, he pulled his fingers out of me, licking them. His smirk was dark and devilish. “I need to be inside you, right now!”

  He rammed inside me hard, leaving me breathless. His hands grabbed my ass, lifting me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slammed into me fast and deep. I needed this, and I needed him. To take me, possess me in only the way he could. I was so close I clenched around him, making him groan, “That’s my angel. Come for me.” His words were my undoing as my orgasm ripped through me. He pushed into me again, and I felt his body tense as he found his release.

  He slowly let me down. My knees felt wobbly, and I wasn’t sure I could make it to the room. “I guess we can get dinner now?” he asked, amused. After straightening up, we walked through the stairwell door toward our room. I giggled as we walked passed another couple who had just stepped out of the elevator. “Yes, let’s go to dinner, Mr. Hart.”

  Chapter Eight