Payback Time, Baby

by Sabel Simmons

  He walked her towards the bed, lifted his head and stared at her, the fire in his gaze sizzling in their intensity.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  She could only nod, the emotions in her mind too turbulent to speak. His gaze turned even hotter, his body trembling with strain against her.

  “I need to feel your skin against mine and I refuse to wear a condom with you. And quite frankly … I don’t give a damn if you object!”

  He picked her up, threw her in the center of the bed and plunged inside her before her back even hit the mattress. The moment her wet and warm walls gripped around his hard length he started thrusting hard, deep and fast, lifting her hips when he pulled back and slamming her back down when he plunged in. It was over before it even began … for both of them. She screamed when the climax ripped through her, with so much intensity she could hardly bear it and Tristan followed her straight after, his release shot inside her with such force another orgasm crippled her even further.

  He fell down on top of her, breathing haggardly and nearly crushed her beneath his hard frame. Savanna struggled to breathe, but refused to release her arms from around his back, her legs from around his waist. She revelled in having him in her arms again … even if only for this short period of time. He pulled in a deep breath and lifted his chest leaning on his elbows, and their eyes met. Hers were cloudy and unsure, his stormy and inflamed.

  He kept her eyes hostage and started plunging into her again, his shaft still hard and aroused. He watched the emotions swirling through her eyes, widening when he thrust harder, deeper and she mewled as her need increased with each thrust, needing more, her eyes begging for more. He gave her all she asked for and plunged into her as they viciously strained and bucked against each other to reach another explosive orgasm.

  It was nearly an hour and another three orgasms later before Tristan had some control over his body and withdrew from her to fall on his back beside her, dragging deep breaths into his lungs. It felt as if he just completed ten triathlons! His hand rested possessively on her stomach, which was heaving with exertion.

  He rose from the bed and returned moments later with a lukewarm cloth and a towel. He sat on the bed beside her and gently pulled her legs apart, draping the one over his lap exposing her fully to his heated gaze. Her eyes shot open and realizing his intent tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down.

  “Tristan! I’ll do it mys … oohh.”

  Her breath hissed past her lips when he gently cleaned her with the cloth and then dried her, stroking every fold, crevice and opening, his eyes intent on what he was doing. She watched a flush spread over his neck when he was done and he threw the towel and cloth to one side, his eyes glued on her exposed womanhood.

  His hands reached for her, and stroked gently over her mound, which was bare from any hair and he smiled naughtily at her.

  “This is new.”

  She gasped when he leaned over and placed a warm tender kiss on her mound, just above the cleft that folded around her velvet nub. Her breathing increased as his mouth moved lower, nuzzling and kissing the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. He stroked and caressed her belly and slowly moved upwards to close his hands around her breasts, the tips already shriveled to tight nubs. He flicked his fingers over her nipples and she squirmed, her whole body trembling in anticipation. His fingers closed around her nipples to roll and pinch them softly, drawing a deep moan from her and when his lips closed around her clit to draw it into his mouth and suck it gently, she mewled and her hips shot upwards to press harder against his mouth.

  Tristan kissed, caressed, sucked and licked her to the edge time and time again, only to bring her down. Savannah clutched at him in frustration, her body on fire and her skin so sensitized that every touch singed her. He slowly pushed two fingers inside her watching her eyes widen, her breath caught on a gasp. He gritted his teeth when her heat closed around them pulling them deeper.

  He drew her clit deeper in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. She mewled as he thrust his fingers in and out at the same time. She clutched at the sheets beneath her and panted, lifting her hips clear off the bed when his mouth and tongue replaced his fingers. He lapped at her sweet juices caressing his tongue. His fingers closed around her clit and pinched, surging deep inside her with his tongue, swirling and sucking. She hurled to a climax that ripped through her so intensely, everything went black for a moment. She stopped breathing, her body curved in a tight bow with her head thrown back into the pillow.

  Before she could catch her breath he covered her body and surged inside her, thrusting hard and deep. He plundered her body uncontrollably driven by a need so strong he trembled above her. Savannah panted, her climax so strong, intensified and extended when he plunged into her; she felt weightless as ripple after ripple of pleasure seized her whole body. She was helpless in his arms, his body completely conquered hers, his thrusts inside her so strong and so deep, she felt another tremble start in her groin and she whimpered.

  Oh God, she was not going to survive this, it was too much!

  Then she screamed and her nails scoured down his back as another climax ripped through her, his thrusts became harder, desperate and he growled in need as his body hardened and he felt the rush ripple down his large frame. His release shot out of him with so much force he couldn’t breathe. His shout echoed through the room and he plunged deep lifting her hips with his and pressed home, frozen until his climax released him from its hold. He collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath.

  And that was just the beginning. He allowed her no quarter, his passions and lusts driving him relentlessly. They were fed higher and stronger by her uncontrolled and uninhibited responses. They rode the crescents of need over and over again and plummeted into oblivion when their releases exploded through them. He hardly ever left her body, his need for her kept him strong and hard, needing to be inside her all the time.

  The sun rose over the horizon and still they have not slept, and again his lips closed over her nipple, suckling hard and loudly. He revelled in her raw cries, competing with his rumbles of enjoyment. Her pleasure fed his and he relentlessly drew hers out, making her beg, her voice raw and husky, after the night they just shared.

  Savannah trembled from head to toe. Tristan conquered her and was not letting up. He took pleasure in her cries, her begging and her climaxes that he managed to draw from her with ridiculous ease, even now, after a night filled with them. Her skin was super sensitized. She burned as if she had a high fever, so much so that every caress of his hands, lips or mouth hurt. His hard shaft plunging into her made her wince. She was sore from being overly well loved throughout the night, yet she could not stop rotating her hips in response.

  Her eyes were feverish, her body covered in a sheen of moisture and she panted. He looked into her eyes and found it hard to believe that he still needed her. That his body was still rock hard inside her after spending himself into her so many times throughout the night, that he lost count. He ground into her hard. He noticed her wince and realized she must be sore by now, but he couldn’t withdraw, not yet.

  Her eyes pleaded with him, her voice raw and hoarse.

  “No more. Please, no more! My skin hurts, everything hurts! Even my scalp … I am burning up, if you keep this up … I am going to come apart! Please Tristan … aaahhh!”

  She screamed when her pleading had the opposite effect and he thrust into her viciously, bringing her to another climax so quickly she literally fell apart in his arms, causing his to rush through him just as quickly. He remained motionless until both their breathing relaxed. He pulled out of her, tenderly wiping her hair from her face and her tears from her cheeks. He cursed and her eyes shot open.

  “I am not going to apologize. I can’t get enough! If I did not realize you are probably sore by now, I would easily stay inside you for a whole week! I have four years to catch up on!”

  His head lowered and he kissed her passionately, delving into her mouth, sippin
g and drawing her tongue into play. Then he rose and walked to the bathroom.

  Savannah heard him running a bath and turned on her side, gazing out to the ocean visible through the full length windows. Her eyes fluttered closed, but then opened wide when Tristan picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, gently placing her in the Jacuzzi spa tub, filled with hot water and bubbles. She moaned when the jets of the tub caressed her tired muscles. She leaned her head back against the tub and rolled it to the side, gasping at the view. She forgot how she designed this and didn’t notice it last night as she went directly to the shower.

  The tub faced the ocean and the bridge was visible through the wall length window that extended overhead and met the roof further back. It was as if you were taking a bath in the outside. She swallowed at the lump in her throat, recognizing where they were. It was where he asked her to marry him. He built their dream house on the hill surrounded by the sea!

  Her eyes met his and sighed when she noticed the shuttered look in his and expressionlessness of his face. He had a wash cloth in his hands filled with soap, took her hand and started washing her gently. She tried to pull her arm from his, but his grip tightened and he looked at her sternly.

  “Stop fighting me all the time, Savannah. You should realize by now, you will never win!”

  She lowered her gaze and sighed. He was so right. She realized that the moment she walked into the hotel room last night. She bit her lip … but she had to try! She had to get back to the twins. She already took the decision to bring them to him, but on her terms and in her time … how the hell was she going to get away from here!

  A sigh escaped her lips and she dropped her head back again and allowed him to wash her. Her body slowly relaxed and her trembling stopped. He washed her all over, making her gasp and bit her lips, his ministrations stirring her desire for him again. He lifted her from the tub and stood her down on the plush bath mat. He folded a large fluffy towel around her and leisurely dried every inch of her, taking his time, causing her trembling to return. His lips were pulled in a tight line when he picked her up and carried her back to the bed, placing her in the middle, and drew the sheet over her.

  He stood looking down at her, his eyes blazing globes of silver. He sighed and shook his head.

  “Damn if you are not a temptation …”

  He turned away and she heard the shower running. She fell asleep picturing him standing under the spray of water.

  Chapter Six

  Savannah woke feeling refreshed, but still tired and stretched lazily, only to realize she was entangled with Tristan. She opened her eyes and stared into his eyes looking down at her. He was leaning on his elbow, her hair caught beneath with his hand possessively covering her lower abdomen and his leg pressed intimately between hers.

  His expression was unreadable and she wished she knew what thoughts were going through his head. He leaned down and kissed her softly in her neck where the vein throbbed and she caught her breath. He withdrew his limbs from her and rose, looking down at her.

  “I think it’s time I feed you. I know I wore you out last night, but you can’t sleep the day away. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.” he said, walking towards the door, dressed in a pair of sleeping shorts.

  She pulled herself up on her elbows, her breasts bouncing with the action. Her voice sounded sulky.

  “Wearing what exactly?”

  He turned and his eyes caught fire at the sight of her; he grinned salaciously, “It’s just you and me … naked will do.”

  “I will not prance around butt naked in your house, Tristan! Where are my clothes?”

  “I told you, you won’t need them for at least a week,” he shrugged unconcerned, “wear the sheet then.” Her indignant shriek followed his laughter as he walked down the stairs.

  He frowned at her when she walked in fifteen minutes later wearing one of his t-shirts. It covered her arms all the way past her elbow and reached to just above her knees.

  “You don’t take instructions very well, I see.”

  She ignored him and went to pour a cup of coffee from the percolator on the counter.

  “Want some?” she asked over her shoulder.

  He nodded and she carried both cups over to him and handed him his, then turned away and sat down at the breakfast nook, watching him efficiently preparing a pasta dish.

  “Tristan,” she looked at him to gauge his mood.

  “Hmm?” he responded, his attention on the dish he was preparing.

  “You know you can’t keep me here.”

  “Do I?” Still he did not look up and added some spices to the dish.

  “I have responsibilities … I can’t just disappear and …”

  “So, your priorities have changed then.”

  She glared at him frustratingly. He mixed the dish and poured it into a baking dish, still not bothering to look at her.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You had a responsibility to me, yet you disappeared. It didn’t seem to bother you then.”

  She sighed and pleaded with him. “I made the choice to come back! I won’t disappear again! I just need to go and arrang …”

  “No.”

  He scattered some grated cheese over the dish and walked to the preheated oven and placed it on the heated rack.

  “Just no?”

  He turned to her then, his face expressionless, his eyes hard and he nodded. Her face fell and her shoulders drooped. She wrung her hands and tried again.

  “I beg of you, Tristan. Just give me a few days and I will come back here!”

  “Who are you so eager to go to? A lover!”

  “No! There is no one! Never has been!”

  He gave a snort and laughed. “If I believed that I’d be the biggest fool on God’s earth.”

  She shook her head sadly, her eyes earnest. “It’s the truth. You should know that purely by my reactions and responses last night!”

  He just looked at her and she sighed. “Please Tristan.”

  “No … I don’t trust you.”

  “You can’t do thi …” His chilling look cut her off.

  “Enough, Savannah. I said no, and I will not change my mind. When I am ready, I will go with wherever you need to go, to arrange whatever it is you need to. But allowing you to walk away … never! You still owe me … and until I am satisfied that you have paid your dues, you will not leave my side!”

  After lunch he insisted they go swimming and laughing at her struggles, drew his t-shirt over her head and threw it to one side, picked her up and jumped in holding her close. When they cleared the water his mouth was on hers ravaging and slanting his lips over his. He drew her legs around his hips. He surged forward and plunged deep into her body, swallowing her groan and soothed her stiffening back.

  He drew away slightly but kept himself still inside her, her mouth still swollen and tender from the night before, now plumped up even more. He looked into her eyes, his shaft trembling in strain. He pulled out slowly and plunged back in. He groaned in her neck when she winced painfully and clutched her hips tightly in his hands. He kept still for long moments, then sighed and pulled gently out of her. She clamped her legs around his back and forced him back in, wincing again. He shook his head at her.

  “However much I need this, you are too sore. No, honey … stop.”

  This, ground through gritted teeth when she undulated against him, gripping and pulling him deeper. He forced her legs down and regretfully withdrew from her and immediately swam away to get his raging lust under control.

  Much later she lay on the bed waiting for him to join her. She was still bone tired and needed sleep. She needed to recover to find a way to get to the twins. He even took her cell phone and there were no landlines in the room.

  He walked in carrying a small container. He drew the sheet from her body and sat down next to her, pulled her legs apart and draped her one leg over his lap, in the same way he did the night before.

  “Tristan!”


  As has become the norm, he ignored her when it suited him and unscrewed the container, dipping his fingers in to scoop up a generous amount. She stiffened and tried to pull her leg from his lap. He clamped it back down and his sigh said it all.

  “Must you always be so obstinate? Keep still.”

  “No, I will do it myself.” He speared an annoying glance her way.

  “I caused it, I’ll fix it. I’ll give you this one day and night as a respite; tomorrow … I want you healed.” He leaned down and with his one hand spread her folds gently, opening her to him.

  “Tristan!” she wailed and felt a heated flush spreading over her body from head to toe.

  “Shh.”

  He gently pushed his fingers covered with the salve inside her, spreading it generously around, ensuring every inch was covered. His mouth compressed in a tight line. He took a second scoop and spread more inside her and some on the outside and over her clit as well.

  “God … why didn’t you tell me!” His voice was raw in the quiet room.

  “I’m sure it is not that bad. It already feels a lot better.”

  “Liar,” he said with a heavy sigh, “It will take at least two days to get better.”

  He leaned down further and placed a tender kiss on her nether folds and another on her clit before he pressed his face against her soft belly, breathing deeply, groaning against her trembling skin.

  “It’s going to be a long night!”

  Early morning Tristan received a phone call from the White House. He was clearly not impressed and glared at her frowningly when he ended the call.

  “Whatever the White House needs you for, I had nothing to do with it, so stop frowning at me.”

  “Very funny. I don’t want to leave you alone, not today … not yet, but I have to go to the office.”