Choosing the Hart: A Love Triangle

by René, Dani

  He looked up and smirked. “I need to punish my naughty girl for leaving me, don't I?” His voice dripped with lust and desire. I nodded quickly.

  “Get up.” His voice was urgent, and I could see his arousal evident in his tight jeans. He pulled me into the bedroom. He tugged my sweatpants down, leaving me in my thin black panties. “Lay down and close your eyes.” I climbed onto the bed and laid back, my eyes closed. “Don’t move.”

  I heard a bag rustling in the living room, and I remembered he had one when he arrived. The bed dipped, and I knew he was back. “Lift your head.” I did, and I felt soft leather covering my eyes. He moved again and grabbed my wrists, tying them together above my head. “Emily, do you trust me?” I nodded. “Good. I will never hurt you, okay?”

  I nodded again. I heard him undress — the zipper of his jeans and the sound of them dropping to the floor. I felt his hot breath on my skin, and I jumped. “Are you nervous?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Do you love me?” I nodded. Suddenly, I felt the soft sting of leather. “I asked you a question?”

  “Yes, Mr. Hart.”

  “Good. Tell me, Emily, were you going to leave me tomorrow?” I shook my head. The sting was harder this time, and I felt myself tingle. The heat between my legs intensified.

  “No, Mr. Hart.”

  He grabbed my legs and turned me over onto my stomach. I felt the leather tips on my skin, teasing, torturing. Once, twice, and by the third time, I was moaning loudly. “Do you like that, Emily?”

  “Yes, Mr. Hart.” My voice was soft, waiting for the next one.

  Third, fourth, fifth, sixth . . . My skin was on fire, and my sex was slick with desire for him. He dropped the flogger and tugged my panties, ripping them into pieces. I felt his fingers at my entrance, and my hips rose up to his hand. He leaned next to me and whispered, “I’m going to show you why you should never leave me again!” He hissed into my ear, sending delicious shivers over my electrified skin. Every nerve in my body was awakened by the man I loved.

  He gripped my hips, lifting me onto my knees. He slammed into me hard. I was breathless for a second. I gripped the rope, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten. His vice-like grip on my hips felt like heaven. His soft, smooth fingers stroked my back, and I felt myself drip with desire. “You’re going to give me all of you, from this moment. Do you hear me?” I nodded.

  SLAP!

  “Yes, Mr. Hart,” I whimpered.

  “I give you all of me, do you hear me, Emily?” I nodded.

  SLAP!

  “Yessss, Mr. Hart,” I choked out in a daze. I was aching to come.

  “Now give it to me! Come for me!”

  SLAP!

  I clenched around him, feeling my release shoot through me just as my body shuddered. I felt his release claim me, and I was his. He was mine.

  * * *

  “Would you hurry?” I shouted through the window at him.

  “We need coffee; I’m not getting on that plane with you about to pass out on me!” Triston ran into the coffee shop, and I watched him. He looked so good in jeans, especially from behind. We had spent most of the weekend in bed, and I giggled at the thought. I flushed, remembering what we did. It was late Sunday evening, and we were on our way to the airport. I made the right choice; I kept telling myself that. I knew it was true. As much as I still loved Bash, I loved Triston more.

  Triston slid back into the car, setting both coffees in the cup holders. Putting the car into drive, he pulled out into traffic. I checked the time. We had about an hour to get to the airport. I leaned back, closing my eyes. I didn’t get much sleep this weekend and was looking forward to sleeping on the plane.

  “Drink your coffee!” His voice interrupting my snooze.

  “Okay! Keep your freaking pants on!” I grabbed the takeaway cup and lifted the lid. It was too hot; he knew I hated drinking coffee too hot. I blew into the liquid. My mind was elsewhere since Bash texted me that morning wishing me a safe flight. I didn’t reply, and I didn’t tell Triston. I just wanted to move on, and I hoped Bash realized that.

  “That’s not what you said these past few days.” Triston’s hand rested on my knee, his soft hands that I craved all over my body. “Are you okay, angel?”

  “Yeah, just tired.” I leaned back and took a sip of the cooling coffee.

  “You can sleep on the flight; we have no stop-overs. It’s about ten hours, and then we’ll be in London.” I nodded. “You seem distracted. Are you sure this is what you want?” His question caught me off guard.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Us. Me?” He was so unsure of himself.

  “Of course I want you! Why would you say that?” I turned to look at him. His ice-blue eyes burned into me. I knew he could tell I was feeling sad, but he didn’t know the real reason.

  “I just want you to be happy, and I hope I can do that.” He gave me a small smile.

  “Triston, we have had this conversation. I love you! I want you! You make me happy. Don’t you know this already? I was torn for a while, but I am yours. Only yours. You make me who I am. You heal me. You make me feel like I’m worth the love you give me.” I held his warm hand. It was so soft, smooth to the touch. Like the rest of his beautiful body. He smiled and drove on, turning on the iPod. I watched the city pass by as we made our way to the airport.

  “Okay.” I giggled. After my outburst, all he could say is okay.

  He pulled into the JFK parking lot and found a space close to the departures entrance. “Triston?”

  “Yes, angel?” He cut the engine and turned to me.

  “What do you want?” I knew he wanted me, but somewhere deep down the whole debacle with Krista, it still scared me.

  “There are four things I want.” He was so serious; I didn’t like that face.

  I frowned. “And what would they be?”

  He stared at me, his eyes searching mine. A smirk formed on his lips. “To love you.” He kissed my cheek. “Touch you.” Slowly, he rubbed my thigh with his warm hand. “Taste you.” He licked the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Then he whispered, “And be inside you.”

  I squirmed in my seat. Squeezing my thighs together, my panties were suddenly moist. “Jesus, Triston, we’re getting on a plane in a few minutes. I can’t walk through security all wet and horny!” I admonished him, and he laughed. His smile wrinkled his nose. I loved seeing that smile. It gave him the innocence and the naughtiness I knew he was capable of.

  I turned and got out of the car. I needed fresh air! “Come on then. Do you want to fly across the world with me or not?” I leaned down looking at Triston.

  “Let’s do this, little lady!” He got out and opened the trunk, pulling our suitcases out.

  * * *

  “Can I get you anything?” The flight attendant smiled down at me. I knew I needed to have something, but I didn’t feel hungry.

  I smiled. “A sandwich would be great, and, um . . .”

  “She will have a salad. I will have the same, and can we have two orange juices, please?” Triston slid back into his seat as the flight attendant walked off to get our dinner.

  “Okay then! Someone’s feeling bossy!” I stuck my tongue out at him.

  He leaned toward me, and I felt his tongue trace the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I’m always bossy, angel, you know that.” I shivered. Nodding, I closed my eyes, taking in the sensation of his hot breath.

  “Triston,” I moaned. He sat back with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Ugh, you are so frustrating!” I slapped his arm, and he chuckled at me.

  “And you’re so sexy. And you do know what planes do to me?”

  I shrugged innocently. He leaned in closer and whispered, “They make me want to fuck you really fast and really hard.” I whimpered, covering my mouth with my hand, hoping nobody heard me, my eyes as wide as dinner plates.

  “Triston!” I hissed at him as he gave me a cheeky wink and sat back in his seat. The flight attend
ant brought our salads and disappeared down the aisle. This was going to be a long journey.

  * * *

  “Wake up, angel.” My eyes fluttered open. I turned to see Triston’s hot gaze.

  “What’s wrong? Have we landed?” He shook his head. I sat up and looked around. The cabin was dark. I looked out the window and saw we were still in the air. “Triston, what’s wrong?” I whispered.

  “I love you.” He leaned in and kissed my neck softly, teasing his way down my shoulder. “I need you.” His teeth grazed my ear. “I want you.” His teeth bit down harder, and I felt the heat between my legs.

  “Triston!” I was squirming in my seat, hoping everyone was asleep. I knew he wasn’t going to stop there. His hand stroked my thigh in slow, deliberate movements moving higher between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together. “Angel, open your legs,” he hissed in my ear and instinctively my legs released his hand. When his fingers reached the apex between my thighs, my hips rocked against his fingers. “That’s my girl.” He stroked my entrance, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. Thank god for the blankets that covered us. He continued his slow torture, stroking and pressing against me; a fire ignited inside me. I needed him now.

  I opened my eyes and looked into his midnight blue stare. “Triston, please?” I pleaded shamelessly. He shook his head, and I knew this was going to be him enjoying the teasing. I needed to figure out a way to get revenge.

  “Not yet, angel. Just breathe and enjoy it.” His fingers continued to tease me. Shifting my panties to the side, his fingers slid into my wetness. My head fell back, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I needed to feel some release. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder, inhaling his intoxicating scent. I was about to come when he stopped. I opened my eyes and stared at him, frustrated beyond belief. He gave me a naughty smile and winked. “Five minutes. Follow me.” He moved the blanket off his lap and walked to the restrooms.

  My body was electric, and I needed the release only he could give me. I couldn’t wait a minute longer. I got up from my seat, my legs like jelly, and made my way to the restrooms. I knocked softly when he opened the door. Pulling me inside, he quickly locked it behind us. “I do love fucking you on a plane,” he hissed. Tugging my skirt down, pushing me up against the counter. He spread my legs with his knee. Pushing his thigh against my heat. I held on to his neck, feeling the pressure of his muscled thigh taking me higher and higher. I tangled my fingers in his soft, shoulder-length hair.

  Stopping again as I reached the precipice, I pouted at him. “Don’t pout!” His voice was urgent and dripping with desire. His hand slid into the front of my panties and stroked my sex. “So wet. So fucking wet!” His smile was dark and devilish. Pulling his hand from my panties, he placed his two fingers in his mouth, slowly licking them. His eyes blazed with a darkness that made me want him even more. “You want to come?” he whispered. I nodded. “Do you deserve to come?” I nodded again, not trusting my voice.

  His hand dipped into my panties again. His middle finger sliding into me easily. His thumb rubbed my sensitive clit, causing the ache inside me to ignite. “Ready, dirty girl?” I nodded wildly. I needed it so badly. “Good, because you’re going to come.” His fingers assaulted me deliciously. I dug my nails into his back, and my mouth bit onto his shoulder hard to keep from screaming. “Do it!” My body convulsed around his fingers. He held onto me until I stopped shaking, his strong arms around me, keeping me from falling. My legs were shaky, and my pulse raced. As I came down from my high, I looked into the steel-blue gaze that I loved.

  “God, you are beautiful, angel.” He kissed me softly as he removed his hand from between my legs. I watched him lick his fingers clean with a smile on his face. “You owe me.” He winked and left me completely satiated.

  * * *

  Our hotel, The Arch in the center of London, was gorgeous. We had The Abbey suite, and when I saw the bedroom, I wondered if Triston had specially requested it. The large four poster bed had my mind whirling as to all the things he could do to me while tied down, and I smiled. “A penny for your dirty thoughts?” Triston wrapped his arms around me, and I giggled.

  “How do you know they were dirty thoughts?”

  “Well, you were looking at the bed and smirking, so I figured they must be.” He kissed my cheek.

  It was almost dinner time, and I was starving. “Can we get room service? I’m exhausted.”

  He nodded and walked into the bathroom. “Sure. Order whatever you like.”

  I grabbed the menu and dialed nine from the telephone on the desk. I ordered dinner and a bottle of champagne, also asking them to send some strawberries and chocolate sauce. I had an idea in mind, which was going to be delicious. I thought of Triston’s beautifully sculpted abs. I was going to get him back tonight. I couldn’t wait.

  “Did you order?” He walked into the living area wearing a pair of low-slung black shorts and nothing else. All I could do was stare at the handsome man in front of me. “Miss Reid, if you are going to persist on staring at me, we will never get any work done!” He smiled walking to the desk to grab his laptop.

  “It’s not my fault you’re half naked!” I decided two could play that game. I went into the bedroom and changed into my black lace panties and matching corset. I grabbed his blue shirt and wore it over my underwear. Leaving the first three buttons undone so he could just get a glimpse of the lace. I knew Triston hadn’t seen them yet. I thought of his expression when he took the shirt off later. It would be priceless.

  I walked back into the living room a few minutes later to find our room service had arrived. It smelled amazing. “Champagne, angel? Are we celebrating?”

  I nodded. “Yes, I think we need to.” Triston turned, and I watched his gaze roam over my body, the steel-blue igniting in front of me, and I smiled. I grabbed my laptop while he opened the champagne.

  “Nice shirt,” he commented as he took a seat opposite me.

  “Thank you. It’s my boss’s shirt. I think he loves seeing it on me.”

  His smile was filled with desire and amusement, “I think he likes seeing it off you even more.” He placed the glass of champagne next to me.

  “He’d better behave because I am working.” I leaned forward, giving him a glimpse of black lace. An audible groan escaped his lips. “Are you okay, Mr. Hart?” I asked innocently. Picking up my glass, I took a small sip. It was delectable, dry and ice cold.

  “I’m just fine, Miss Reid,” he growled. I gave him a sweet smile.

  We sipped the champagne, watching each other above the lip of the crystal glasses. The shirt had ridden up my thighs, and I saw Triston’s gaze fall to my legs. I felt the heat of his gaze travel from my bare feet up to the hem of the shirt, which was just covering my panties. I turned and started typing my email reply to Jessie about the flight and her date with Bash. It seemed he had moved on, I was glad. I could still feel Triston’s eyes on me. I ignored him and carried on typing, slowly licking my lips, knowing full well it would incite desire in him. I loved playing his game. I chewed on my lip while I typed my email, thoughts of the hot chocolate sauce invading my mind.

  “Are you hungry?” His voice was low but controlled, as he always was.

  “I could eat,” I replied not looking up. Picking up my champagne, I took another sip. The bubbles traveled through my body, causing me to shiver. I hit send and looked up at Triston. “Are you hungry?” I twisted in my seat, giving him a quick flash of the lacy panties beneath his blue shirt. His eyes darkened, and I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. I stood up and walked to the trolley of food.

  I removed the covers from the dinner plates. Triston’s body pressed hard against me, his arms on either side of me, trapping me against the food trolley. “Do you like torturing me, Miss Reid?” His voice is dangerous, and I tremble. I feel his arousal pressing into my ass, and I smiled. He couldn’t see my face, but he knew that I was having fun.

  “I was merely offering you dinn
er, Mr. Hart. Whatever are you talking about?” I smirked, looking at the delicious food that had been delivered.

  “There is something I’m hungry for, and it’s not on those plates.” His words ignited my desire. I took a deep, cleansing breath and calmed myself.

  “I suggest you have some dinner first, Mr. Hart.” I turned and handed him his plate. I had ordered vegetarian wraps with salad, but I left the strawberries and chocolate sauce covered.

  “What’s in there?” He gestured to the other plate.

  “Nothing. Eat your dinner!” He narrowed his eyes at me but turned and sat down at his computer. We had so much work to get through, but all I wanted to do was drag him into the bedroom and devour him.

  * * *

  I looked up from my screen to see Triston watching me. “Mr. Hart? Can I help you?” We had been working through dinner. I had finally finished all the correspondence for the next few days.

  “Miss Reid, you can definitely help me.” He got up and walked over to the trolley. “Do you think I don’t know what’s under here?” He smiled.

  “It’s a surprise for later. Do not touch!”

  “Fine. Can I rip that shirt off you now?” He walked up to me, pulling me to my feet. He leaned down and kissed me hungrily, wrapping his arms around me, the soft, smooth skin of his bare chest against me. His hands grabbed my ass, pulling me against him. I felt my nipples harden as his tongue invaded my mouth. His shoulder-length hair was loose, providing a curtain around us. I ran my nails down his back, eliciting a growl from his chest.

  He stepped back, grabbed the shirt, and ripped it open, the buttons popping in every direction. “Jesus, Emily!” His eyes were on fire as he took in my appearance — a tight black lace corset with panties to match.

  “Yes, Mr. Hart?” I spun around. When I met his gaze again, it was as dark as the midnight sky. My body was yearning for him to take me.

  “My god, you drive me crazy!” His smile was infectious, and I giggled. I walked over to the trolley, grabbing the warm chocolate sauce and strawberries. “Are we going to get dirty and sticky?” He gestured to the sauce.