by Alexa Davis
In the quiet moments after Tristan had asked me what I wanted to do, I closed my eyes and did just that. My heart knew just where I needed to be in order for my soul to flourish. To go back to Ohio would crush my spirit and I would be an empty shell of a human being. So I took Tristan's hand and said goodbye to my parents, most likely for the last time. I couldn't imagine they would ever forgive me, and although that saddened me greatly, I had the warmth of Tristan's love to help me through it.
What happened after that was a complete blur. I felt numb as Tristan pulled me by the hand out of the restaurant, oblivious to the stares of everyone around us and my father's angry shouts. I felt a sense of relief as I recognized Adam’s face and felt the familiar comfort of being inside the back of the limousine. Then I felt like I was drifting away into outer space, overwhelmed by the emotional events I just been through. Had I really just walked out on my parents in the middle of a crowded restaurant? It was Tristan's voice that pulled me back to earth, as I heard him speak into me through the fog. My hero, my shining knight who had stood up for me in a way that no one else had ever dared, and given me the courage and the strength to do the same. Without his love and unconditional support, I never would have been able to do what I had just done. What was he saying to me? He was asking me if I wanted to live with him? I could hardly believe what my ears were hearing. It was too wonderful to be true and yet when I looked into his pleading eyes, I knew that it was. Through the fog I whispered my response. Yes.
Tristan's lips were suddenly upon mine in a bold and passionate kiss that pulled me through the haze and brought me fully back to the present. My body came alive and my flesh tingled as the power of his embrace shocked me to life with its electrical power and energy.
"I love you so much. I'll do anything for you," Tristan whispered as he pushed the button that closed the black partition separating us from Adam and giving us some privacy. "I'm sorry if I stepped over the line with your father, but I couldn't stomach the bullshit he was spewing at you. I apologize to you for it, but not to him. He needed to hear that he was being an ass and to be told what a wonderful woman you are."
"I love you, too," I breathed, caressing his rough jaw. "I want to thank you for what you did and all the incredible things you said about me. I want you to know, however, that you don't have to take me into your house just because of it. I may be without a job, but like you said, I'm tough and I'll find a way to make it through. You don't need to feel responsible for taking care of me. I don't want or need your pity."
"That's not what this is." Tristan looked taken aback. He caressed my hair and stared lovingly into my green-gold eyes with his dark gray ones. "I love you, Olivia. I know you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but I love you so much that I can't stand the thought of being apart from you. I want you to move in with me so that I never have to be without you. I respect your decision if you don't really want to and I can have Adam take you back to your apartment, but I'm hoping you want to live with me as much as I want to live with you. I am hoping you'll say you will, but the choice is, of course, yours."
His heartfelt words warmed my heart. "I want to live together, too. I don't want to be without you, either," I cried out happily and we kissed each other, falling against the backseat of the car in a tangle of arms and legs, unable to get enough of each other.
Tristan's hands ran up my blue silk blouse and cupped my breasts over the silky fabric my bra while I massaged his cock through his slacks. I could feel his erection growing bigger and eagerly freed it by lowering his zipper. I took him into my mouth, enjoying the quiet groans that escaped from his throat as he ran his hands through my hair, encouraging me to keep going.
It was only a few moments, however, before he became too aroused and had to push me gently away to keep from coming too soon. I lay back against the long backseat of the car as Tristan pushed up the hem of my skirt to my waist. Then, he carefully pulled aside the delicate fabric of my silk panties to expose my wet pussy and massaged me there till I was panting and writhing.
Kissing my neck and squeezing my buttocks, Tristan plunged his cock into my wet and ready cunt, thrusting deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and rose my hips up to meet him, driving him even deeper into my tight tunnel than we would have thought possible. Knowing Adam was just a foot away on the other side of the partition only increased our excitement for each other as we thrust together with wild abandon.
I bit the palm of my hand in an effort to muffle my cries of pleasure, while Tristan kept driving himself into me with powerful strokes that pushed me over the edge of climax. My orgasm was quick and powerful and it took all my effort not to scream out loud from the intense pleasure of it as I braced myself against the interior of the car. Tristan climaxed with me in perfect synchronization, confirming the fact that we were made for each other. As the final waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away, we felt the car pulled into the long driveway of Tristan's luxurious mansion and both hurried to straighten our clothes so Adam wouldn't know what we'd just been doing. As the loyal chauffer opened the car door for us and we got out, Tristan and I shared an intimate glance and struggled to mask our smiles.
"We're home." Tristan grinned, clasping my hand and giving it a loving squeeze as we walked into the entry hall of his lavish mansion. "This is your home now, too, as much as it is mine. I want you to feel comfortable to go anywhere and do anything."
"Good." I smiled at him. "In that case, let's go to the play dungeon. I've never had one of my very own."
WHATEVER HE WANTS #7
Chapter One: Olivia
I opened my eyes slowly and stared at the unfamiliar sight of white gossamer curtains on a canopy bed, tied back against ornately carved oak bedposts, lavish wallpaper lined walls, and fine furnishings covered with delicate antiques. A heavy male arm was wrapped around my waist, hugging me close to a familiar chest. I smiled to realize I was lying in bed with Tristan in his mansion suite. Our mansion suite.
I still couldn't believe he had asked me to move in with him and that his home was now my home. It was so strange to have a household of servants to wait upon me and weirder still to give them orders and have my every wish carried out. If I wanted hot coffee, or a new shirt, or the morning newspaper, all I had to do was ask and it suddenly appeared.
"I could get used to being spoiled like this," I had said teasingly to Tristan after our first day together in the mansion.
"Good, because I'm already used to having you here and I want you to stay here with me forever," he had said back to me. His gray eyes had been filled with love and his voice had been thick with desire.
Now, lying naked in our bed together in the early hours of the morning, I felt him caress my naked body. His lips nuzzled my neck, making me giggle, and in a playful voice, he said to me, "Look who's finally awake. Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."
"Good morning." I blushed. Turning over in his arms, I tilted my head up to kiss him. His lips were soft and tasted delicious, and I felt my nipples pucker with desire.
He ran his hands over them, gently caressing my taut rosy pink nipples with his thumb before letting his hand travel up my throat to caress my cheek. He kept his hand there, cupping my face and staring at me with the most tender expression and whispered, "I love looking at you."
I kissed his lips with soft sensuality, then I pulled back and scowled teasingly. In a voice of mock anger, I said, "Have you been awake all night just watching me sleep?"
"I can't help it." Tristan blushed with boyish chagrin. "Every morning when I wake up and find that you really are here in my bed and it wasn't just a dream, I'm filled with happiness. I could just lay here and stare at you all day."
"What about your job?" I asked him, half teasing and half serious. He hadn't gone to work ever since I'd moved in, and I knew he had to have responsibilities he was neglecting.
"I quit the show. My only job now is to make you happy," he said, and I could see in his eyes that he meant it.
; "Thank you, but how can you maintain your billion-dollar empire if you just spend all your time doting over me?"
"It's easy. I have CEOs running all my corporations and accountants handling all my finances. All I need to do is meet with them when I want to check up on things and they handle the rest. It's the perfect life, and it gives me the freedom to spend all my time with you."
"I see." I grinned at him. He was such a brat, and he was planning on trying to make me just as spoiled, and I loved him for it. Only, I really didn't care about money or being spoiled. I just wanted our lives to mean something.
"And, what about my job? Do you expect me to just shirk all my obligation to the owner of Whip? After all, I did sign a contract with him."
"So, just fucking quit." Tristan grinned and kissed me on the lips. Then he frowned and said, "In fact, I thought you had already quit. My fucking agreement with Craig had been that you were reserved just for me, and the last time we had an appointment, you left all my money on the dresser, refusing to take it. That's the fucking same as quitting, and you haven't been to the club in weeks, so even if you hadn't quit, surely you'd be fucking fired by now."
"Well, Mr. Varner doesn't see things that way. As far as he's concerned, I'm still an active employee of the club's. He's even using my image as the new promotional campaign for Whip. There are posters, flyers, and even a website all with my picture on them, all over the city."
"You're shitting me!" Tristan shot out of bed and turned on his laptop with angry pushes of the keyboard. He pulled up the website for Whip and there was an image of me looking sultry and nude. My arms were folded across my breasts, so you couldn't see my nipples and my legs were crossed in such a way as to cover my vagina, but I was clearly naked. Tristan was obviously angry as he slammed the lid of his laptop computer closed. "Fuck! The media is going to have a shit storm the moment they find out my girlfriend, who is now living with me, is the poster child for Whip. Did you agreed to this shit?"
"No... I mean, yes... I mean, I guess I did."
"Make up your fucking mind. Which is it?" He was pacing the room now and I couldn't tell if he was mad at me or just the situation.
Tears sprang to my eyes as I explained. "I guess I agreed to it when I signed all the legal documents I had to fill out when I first got hired to work at the club. I thought it was all non-disclosure stuff to protect the privacy of the members, but I guess at least one of them was a release form giving Mr. Varner the rights to use my picture for any promotional material for the club. At least, that's what he said when I called to complain and asked him to take the images down. He told me ‘you said you wanted to be a model, so deal with it,’ but he knows that's not what I wanted. I never wanted to be that kind of model, and now I don't even want to be one, at all. Only now that he's done this, I'm stuck and no one will ever think of me as anything else. From now on, all I'll forever be thought of is a pornographic pin-up girl."
Tristan stopped his pacing and pulled me into his arms. He looked at me with an expression of complete control and confidence. "Fuck Craig and fuck the club. It will all be okay. Together, we're going down to fucking Whip this afternoon and you're going tell that piece of shit that you fucking quit starting right fucking now. I'll have Eddie type you up a formal letter of resignation and pay him to enact all necessary legal action to get Craig to fucking take all the images down, and we'll bring a few extra security guards to make sure the asshole takes it seriously. Craig may think he can fucking push you around and take advantage of you, but he's fucking wrong. You've got me on your side, and if he doesn't want to see his entire life's work ruined and his fucking club shut down, he'll return all the images back to you and leave you the hell alone."
"Thanks," I said, flushing with happiness. It was so amazing having a man who would stand up for me, even against someone he had been close friends with for years. Suddenly, a dark thought clouded my mind, and I said, "But, if I quit Whip, I probably won't be able to get a job anyplace else. Being a professional model never worked out for me, but I don't have any experience doing anything else. No one is going to want to hire me to be a waitress or a secretary or anything when the city is full of qualified applicants and I have zero experience. All I have is a few semesters of business college on my resume, but since I dropped out to move out here, nobody cares about that. If I don't keep working as a prostitute at Whip, what else is there out there for me?"
"Have you ever thought about going into business for yourself?" Tristan said, making me laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of the idea. He sat back down on the bed beside me and took my hand in his large one, and said softly, "I'm fucking serious. You have a brilliant mind; you're fucking smart as hell, and fucking creative, and fucking really great with people. You have a natural talent for bringing out the best in others and you're very intuitive when it comes to knowing what people want."
I blushed about ten shades of pink, unsure how to handle such lavish praise. Then Tristan continued, "I loved your idea about fucking creating apps that would allow people to use their fucking cell phones to learn about BDSM and hook up with others who shared their level of interest. I've been talking to my fucking team about it and they think it has the making of being a very profitable fucking business; but I won't fucking do it if the woman who came up with idea won't agree to be my partner in the endeavor."
"What are saying?" I blinked, unsure I had heard him correctly.
"I'm saying I want us to be fucking business partners in creating a BDSM online business. Will you join me?"
I swallowed hard. It was a dream come true. I'd always had a knack for coming up with creative ideas, but nobody had ever taken me seriously about them before. My parents used to laugh about my wild imagination, and then they'd lecture me on getting a serious career that would guarantee me a stable future. Never before had anyone heard one of my ideas and actually wanted to turn it into a business. The possibilities and potential were endless, and I would finally be able to see how far one of my ideas could go, and maybe even make a living off of it. Hugging Tristan excitedly, I cried out, "Oh my God, yes!"
"Good. Now let's seal the deal." He pulled me against his well-defined chest and took my lips with his own. A soft sigh escaped my throat as I melted into his embrace and we lay back onto the bed together, still wrapped in each other's arms. I could feel Tristan's heart beating in perfect rhythm with my own, as the soft mounds of my breasts were crushed against his hard pecs, and I could feel his erection digging into my hip.
Running my hands along his muscular back, I spread my thighs and raised my hips, yearning with desire for him. He entered me slowly, penetrating my lubricated slot with deliberate intention, as if memorizing the feel of my cunt with the head of his cock. My body undulated and writhed, drawing him in deeper and deeper until he was fully inside me. Our lips were still kissing each other passionately, devouring one another as if we were starving, and gasping and moaning for breath as we made love.
Tristan wound his hand through my blonde hair and pulled my head back so he could kiss my neck and the delicate hollow of my throat. His other hand squeezed my round ass sensuously before cocking back his wrist and giving me a firm and playful swat. The sound of it echoed through the air, and I gasped aloud at the sharp feel of it. Spasms of pleasure pulsed through me and we rolled over on the bed until I was the one and top and he was beneath me, never breaking his deep connection within me as we kept thrusting all the while.
Thrusting and grinding and moaning and panting on top of him, I leveraged my legs beneath me and leaned on his chest to increase the power of my thrusts with the same deliberate slowness he had used on me. Thrills of pleasure electrified my body as I neared orgasm. Suddenly, I felt Tristan's hot wet mouth upon my nipples as he suckled me there while he swatted my ass, and it pushed me over the edge, catapulting me into a powerful climax. I clutched at his chest as I bucked and screamed out his name, shuddering with ecstasy.
Tristan reached up and wrapped his arms around my
torso, pulling me against his body as we rolled over in the giant bed together again, still connected as one in a tangle of arms and legs.
He bent my legs up high over my head, changing the angle of his thrusting, and driving my climax through to another one right on top of the first, so they blending together as one massive orgasm. I clutched at the sheets, writhing and moaning with delirious rapture. I lifted my head up and kissed him on the lips and as I did, I felt him climax, shuddering and trembling with euphoric bliss our lips were locked and our bodies orgasmed as one. It was the most incredible experience of our lives – the perfect blend of making love and fucking – and in that moment, we both knew that we were meant to be together forever.
Afterwards, we lay tangled in the sweaty sheets, wrapped in each other's arms. I stroked Tristan's sweaty chest as he caressed my hair and we just lay like that, silently smiling and feeling perfectly at peace.
"Well, we're officially business partners now," Tristan finally broke the silence with a happy smirk. "That closed the deal."
"I hope you don't close all your business deals that way," I teased, giving his nipple a playful nip with my teeth.
"You're the first," he assured me, squeezing my bare shoulders and hugging me to his chest.
"This is the first time I've had my own business. When do we start? What do we do first?"
"We'll begin tomorrow with a press conference. Be ready. I won't have you answering any questions, but I'll want you by my side."
"You're the Boss," I teased playfully. "Whatever you say goes."
"Not anymore. Now we're partners; not just in business, but in life."
Chapter Two: Tristan
