by Tiana Laveen
Without hesitation, surprising herself, she went to him willingly, heeding his command. She stood before him and he wasted no time wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her near. When he kissed her, his heavy breathing and strength turned her on. She sighed when he snuck his hand between her thighs, taken aback that she hadn’t even felt him make his move to reach her nature.
Sliding his tongue in her mouth, he kissed her hard and slow while his finger roamed her outer pussy lips. His touch was soft, his kiss strong, her body his. She gasped when he suddenly picked her up in his arms. In an instant, her legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him near. They fell together onto the bed.
He caught one of her breasts in his large hand and massaged it with a gentle yet firm touch.
“Your body is beautiful…”
He ran his thumb over her nipple, drawing it taut before the heat of his mouth sent electricity flowing through her. Her back arched into his touch because she needed more of him, more of that feeling. The richness of his cologne, the intensity in his eyes and his slow, tortuously erotic style warmed her flesh and her soul. He was so quiet, but his touch, the look in his eyes, and the way he told her with every fiber of his being that he wanted her made her pussy weep. Gripping a fistful of her hair, he kissed her once again, this time more passionately than the last. He covered her body with his, knocking her knees apart before he drifted low, down her body, kissing her flesh slow and leisurely along the way.
“Baby!”
She purred when the tip of his tongue curled against her clit. Clutching his shoulders, she held on tight. With a firm grip, he glided his finger within her, keeping his licks rough and slow, just how she liked it. Sliding his finger out of her, he hooked his arms around her waist and jerked her hard towards his open mouth. She cried out when his long, wet tongue darted in and out of her drenched pussy. He paused, sucked her clit, then went back to tongue-fucking her. She bucked beneath him as he strummed and massaged her clit simultaneously, working her into a frenzy.
“I like that! That feels so good! Don’t stop! Yes, eat my pussy just like that, baby.”
The man looked up at her, and she couldn’t stop watching him doing what he was doing to her… The darkness in those pupils, the serious expression on his face. She gripped the sheets, holding back her orgasm, fighting it hard.
This is what he wants! He wants to control me. He wants to break me down…
“You brought me here with the intention to fuck me. You had it planned… a playlist called ‘Carmen,’ full of love songs… you plan everything! You’ve been scheming since day one.” She got impossibly wetter at the realization, her anger marrying the fact that she’d been duped.
“So? I already admitted to that.” He went right back at her, his tone as calm as ever. “Isn’t that what you expect of all men, Carmen? For us just to fuck you and leave you heartbroken?”
Before she could respond, he thrust another finger roughly inside of her and sweetly tortured her G-spot.
“No! No! No!” she cried out as her hips churned in rhythm with his thrusts. Her orgasm beat at the door, determined to burst free as her pussy cried down her inner thighs.
“We’re all the same, right? You’re the Queen Bee of the ‘men aren’t shit’ party, right?” His tone was ugly, sinister, evil.
“What are you talking about?!”
“To love a man makes you weak… to want a man makes you weaker. To submit to a man makes you despicable, right? You will submit to me, Dr. Kinley … because you want to be mine. I don’t want to run your life, I just want to be in it. But know this… I control you in bed, baby… There’s not shit you can do about it because this is exactly how you want to be loved. NOW CUM!”
Her gate burst open, her back arched and the fucker drained her of everything she had. He finger-fucked her hard and fast, pushing her back down onto the mattress, sucking softly on her left nipple while he dry-humped her at the same time.
The stimulation was simply too much; he was ripping her bravado apart. Her dam burst free and she shook beneath him, her pride a mess, shame torn from the frame.
They stared at one another, neither blinking as she fell apart and erupted like a million stars, comets, and galactic dust falling from the sky. Her back-to-back orgasms had her gasping for air, but he didn’t stop touching her in just the right way, as if getting off on her reaction. As if to prove his point.
After a short while, his expression softened. She reached out to hold him against her in a needy embrace as she kissed up and down his neck. The man turned to butter in her arms, his stiff muscles growing limp as he succumbed to her touch.
She lost her sense of time. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone, ever. His fingers roamed through her hair as he kissed her. She tasted her sweetness on his tongue, longed for him to be inside of her, needing him in the worst way.
As if sensing her desires, he broke their oral embrace and reached for the condom on his nightstand. Seconds later, he sheathed his long, hard, thick cock and slowly entered her. They moaned deeply, and she fell further in lust with him. Rising up on his hands, he thrust deep inside her.
He filled her, every ridged, veiny inch hers to enjoy. He sped his pace, stealing her breath, then paused. Again, like a perfectly timed pendulum, he swung his hips back and forth, sliding almost completely out of her throbbing pussy, then buried himself within her to the brink. She grew hot all over, her body going from cool to sizzling and damp within a matter of minutes. He fell down upon her, cradling her head with both hands as he looked her in the eyes. Claiming her mouth in a kiss, he stole her breath away again, his fucking a thing of pure beauty.
She came a second time, even harder than the first.
The way Tristan moved, his constant, sensual kisses, the way his hands wandered all over her body was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She’d failed.
Why am I fighting him so hard? He’s right. He’s what I want… He didn’t say he was one thing and then became another. This is who he is.
The man was the same in person as he was in bed. Forthcoming, dependable, confident, blunt, loving, demanding and not the least bit a quitter. He slid out of her and repositioned on his side, cradling her to him. When he leaned close to her ear, the warm breath of his mouth made her smile as it tickled her flesh.
“Now that you’re just how I want you, I’m going to fuck the living shit outta you, baby… You’ve never had it so good.” Her smile slowly faded. “I’ve been daydreaming about sliding my cock into your hot pussy for weeks!”
Her excitement grew and her pussy cheered at the nasty words that rolled off his tongue. He cupped her chin, keeping her steady. Lifting her leg in the air, he entered her from the side.
“Shit, yes!” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he plunged deeply inside her, his rhythm fast and severe. Tristan’s stamina was not to be taken lightly. She gripped his arm, holding on tight as her swollen pussy cried with gratitude. His deep thrusts turned to slow grinds. Her eyes widened, and panic set in. She wanted to feel him completely… for him to do her just as he’d promised. “Tristan, harder,” she practically begged, hating how her voice reeked of desperation.
He cast a wicked smile her way, his thrusts still shallow, light, playful.
“You want me to dominate your pussy, don’t you baby? Just as nature intended it… Submit to me like you know you want to, and I’ll show you a good time.”
This isn’t the time to play games!
“You said you were going to fuck the shit out of me, so do it!”
He yawned. The fucker actually yawned, then laughed.
“Submit to me…” He jerked her face hard, then crushed her lips in a kiss.
“I… submit to you. Shit!”
“Tell me you want this big dick to fuck your pussy up!”
“Yes! I want your big dick to fuck my pussy up! Ahhh!”
He lunged hard within her, the bed shaking as he fucked her so fast, she thought sh
e may break. It hurt so good! Her body begged for it, yearned for the brutal punishment he administered. He rocked against her as they came together. His deep groans titillated her. Her pussy spasmed and squeezed his dick, her walls never wanting to let him go.
Chest heaving, a valley of sweat between her breasts and her pulse racing, all she could do was smile, then break into laughter. Her pussy pulsated with sweet relief, her entire body was ablaze… feeling good all over. They lay still, drenched and exhausted, neither moving a muscle, intertwined and happily listless. His eyes were closed. The way he breathed though didn’t denote he was asleep… perhaps just resting.
He gripped her tighter, then kissed her on the cheek, eyes still closed. That was her answer; he was fully aware of her gaze, no question about it.
Oh, how she appreciated the beauty of the beast beside her. He had such a handsome face with a chiseled jaw, his lips curved in a permanent smile. The dark facial hair suited him. He always looked his best, even right now, covered in sweat. She took notice of his prominent Adam’s apple… the fine hair on his chest… the tight stomach… the dark pubic hair… the long cock that was still halfway inside her…
He was something to hold onto, not run from. An elegant brute, if there was such a thing. She laughed as she replayed those words in her mind.
Elegant brute… how silly! But that describes him perfectly.
His eyes fluttered at her giggles until he was staring directly at her.
“What’s so funny?” He smiled ever so slightly.
“You’re an elegant brute.”
He shrugged. “Hmmm… interesting choice of words. But… I suppose I am. Get some rest. Round two is coming in ten minutes…”
CHAPTER EIGHT
A Quarrel in the Garden of Eden
Two hours later and Carmen could barely sit up. She winced as she readjusted her limbs, her motor skills failing, arms and legs bucking and flailing about like a newborn calf’s. Flinging the covers off her breasts, the cold kiss of air hardening her nipples, she closed her eyes and took a deep, long breath. The sun had begun to rise, shining light on the aftermath of the robust hedonistic situation she’d played a pivotal role in. She drew sadistic pleasure in how her body hurt all over from his touch, his thrusts, his love… But it was okay, all for the greater good.
Her lips curled in sweet appreciation of how she’d been loved down—all praises to Mr. Tristan Bellmore. Her hair in complete and utter disarray, she caught her reflection in a body length mirror attached to his closed bedroom door. She must’ve stared at herself a good long while, running her fingers through her hair, finger-combing it into place. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Tristan emerged with a black towel wrapped around his waist. His dark chest hair, still moist, stuck to his skin.
He hissed as he stepped to her, as if in some discomfort.
“Are you all right?”
He pressed his finger to his ear and shook it, grimacing.
“Water in my ear…” he mumbled before climbing into the bed, snuggling up to her. He wrapped his arm around her and placed a gentle, sweet kiss against her forehead. “Did you sleep okay? I wouldn’t mind another go at you.” He caressed along her shoulder blade.
“You’re kidding, right?” She smirked. “Tristan, you do realize that you have not given me a break since you woke from your cat nap and delivered rounds two, three, and four? I had to wave the white surrender flag… Yet, your offer is tempting nevertheless.”
She laughed, her head falling back against the pillow. The man seemed oblivious to what time it was and the rigorous exercise routine he’d taken her through.
I wouldn’t mind some more though… just give me one minute… well, maybe ten minutes.
“You looked like you were enjoying yourself. If not, that’s even more reason to let me try again.”
His smile was wide, slick, and wily, and her pussy prayed for him to cum over.
“Oh, make no mistake, Tristan. Your sex game is good… a little too good.” She chuckled as she patted his thigh.
“You make me want to give it all to you, all the time.” His smile morphed from proud to kindhearted in an instant. “Well, I’m going to fix some coffee.” He yawned and stretched his long arms, curling and flexing his toes all at once. “You want some coffee, too? Better yet, let’s go out for breakfast.” He picked his phone up from the nightstand and began to go through his emails.
“All right… that sounds fine. I don’t have anything but this damn showgirl gown though. Oh wait, I do have some sweats in the car. I might need to borrow a T-shirt of yours though to put underneath it. Do you have one to spare?” He nodded. “Wait, I don’t think this will work. What about shoes? I can’t wear those heels.”
“I’ve got some flipflops and slippers. They’ll be too big on you but it should be okay for just a short while.” Sitting his phone down, he turned towards her, his expression rather serious. “Before you go get cleaned up and we head out, I need to get something cleared up. You explained to me how you feel about marriage, how you think it’s old fashioned and all of that, and now it’s my turn to express my own views and tell you how I feel.”
“Okay… but, uh, doesn’t a guy usually have these sorts of discussions before he bags the girl?” she teased.
Her smile slowly faded as she took note of the stern look on his face growing stronger.
“This isn’t funny, Carmen. I am at a point in my life where I want to settle down.”
Oh, God. Here we go…
“I don’t want to be out here living by the seat of my pants. I don’t care for things being sprung up on me, caught off guard. I don’t like that. I don’t like it at all.” The man’s voice carried and his thick brows dipped. “I like to know what I’m getting ahead of time, kind of like life handing you a menu. I know we can’t control everything, at least not every aspect of our lives, but the parts that I can control I like to hold the reigns.”
“All right. I’m personally fine with some of life’s mysteries, but I understand your stance. I can respect your reasoning.” Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Okay, that’s good. Glad you can understand my point of view. I also believe in family. I believe in upholding traditions and men being the head of the household.”
“Oh, Lord.” She rolled her eyes and dramatically looked up at the ceiling. “What have I gotten myself into?”
“You’ve gotten yourself into my bed, that’s what you’ve gotten yourself into. Hear me out, Carmen. Tradition isn’t necessarily in contrast with your own beliefs.”
“But you don’t know all of my beliefs.”
“That’s true, but I know the gist of them, and just because it may seem like we’re not in alignment, it doesn’t mean that’s true. My friend helped me see all of this, but never mind that—back to what I was saying. I believe in commitment.” He stabbed the mattress with his finger. “And for the record, I share some of your views, too.”
“Like what?” She was dying to hear this.
“Like, I believe in women taking charge of their lives, nurturing without being seen as weak, doing their thing, whatever that may be. I respect women, Carmen, but I need help understanding you, all right? I admit that. You just said I don’t understand everything you believe and you’re right, but I’m willing to learn. I like you enough to want this education, to listen… come to an understanding.”
She hated herself for liking the words he spoke… for needing them. She wanted to be whisked away by this man, to be courted, adored and cared for. He kept her interest, made her question herself in new ways. Conceivably, Tristan was on the up and up, but it seemed too good to be true.
Keep talking… the truth will come out in the wash…
“There are too many things that I love about you to just let this go, Carmen.”
“I like a lot of things about you too, Tristan. I feel… close to you.” She couldn’t help but smile at the man. Leaning in close to him, she kissed his cheek then
fell back on the pillow.
“I don’t believe that you don’t want to get married, either. I’m not saying I want to get married right this second, but I just don’t buy what you said.”
She couldn’t believe her damn ears. Just that fast, her fantasy of the man, the fleeting idea that they could make a go of this thing they had, evaporated like spilled milk in the hot, blazing Arizona sun.
“What do you mean you don’t buy it, Tristan? You can’t just make how I feel into something else to ease your own mind. This isn’t the land of make-believe; we’re not playing house where we can make up the rules as we go along or override someone’s thoughts like they did in “Men in Black.” This is how I truly feel. My feelings are not in a vacuum or trapped in some matrix, and you can’t even respect that, so how are you going to respect anything else about me that you don’t agree with?”
“I do respect you. That’s the whole reason I’m bringing this up in the first place. I respect you enough to say that I—”
“No, you want me to conform and adapt to what you want me to be.”
“You act like I’m Muslim and you’re Jewish and I’m trying to convert you. Why is everything with you so out there and dramatic? Why are you unable to take things at face value?”
“Face value? I trust nothin’ on your face because you lie through your teeth! You should be happy that I was honest with you.”
“Honest about what, Carmen? You’re not even honest with yourself.”
The man rolled his eyes and began to play with his phone again, rudely dismissing her.
“I clearly said that marriage is not something I am aiming for. Do you want that in writing? I can draft up a prescription for you if need be, because clearly you are imagining things.”
She snatched the sheets up around her body, covering her breasts. He didn’t deserve another eyeful and she didn’t miss how he’d been ogling them, even in the heat of their argument.
“Yeah, you do that…” He frowned, still messing with his phone. “Make sure you write one for yourself, too but just remember that your reasons against it are all excuses. They’re not based on anything with merit. That’s like when people say they won’t get a fucking job because the government is corrupt and will take out money for taxes. It’s ridiculous… just an excuse to keep fucking up, using people and running from financial responsibility. Yeah, you sound just like that.”
