Scars (The Triad 1)

Another smack. “Two!” Another. “Three!” Another. “Four!” Another. “Five!”

I felt tears slide down my cheeks and onto the papers beneath my face. My ass was on fire, but I was absolutely soaked. It was dripping down my thighs, and it took everything in me to not move to rub them together to try and quell the need for a release. I heard him toss his belt to the side. He ran his hands over the marks he had left, and I jumped from the sting.

“What a good girl you were, poppet.” I mewled, hoping his hands were going to trail lower where I needed him. “Your ass looks so pretty with my marks all over it.” He sank to his knees behind me and licked me from clit to ass. I pushed back onto his face, needing more. He licked me again and again, swirling the tip of his tongue around my puckered hole before dipping it inside. I moaned so loudly I felt it vibrate through the desk.

He stuck a finger inside my pussy, coating it in my cream while his tongue continued its invasion on my ass. I was pushing back on him, grinding on his face as much as I could without coming off the desk. I was desperate for it, moaning and whimpering, absolutely coming apart for him.

His tongue left but was quickly replaced with his finger, still soaked from my folds. He pushed it in slowly, giving me time to adjust. It went in knuckle by knuckle. He worked me into a fit of lust, and when he added another finger, I was breathless, gasping for air, begging for more.

“Tristan,” I pleaded. He stood and slowly withdrew his fingers. Without warning, he slammed his dick into my pussy. I cried out, my nails digging hard into the wood of the desk. He crashed into me with so much force I thought I felt the desk move across the carpet. He pulled out of me, and I felt the head of his cock press against my ass.

“Deep breaths, baby girl. Relax for me.” I relaxed, pushing back onto him, needing him to fill me in any way he could. I was so close to coming just from his belt alone that I was fucking desperate for him. His head slid all the way in, and he groaned. He was going too slow. I needed him inside of me.

“Just fuck me, already,” I said, trying and successfully pushing back on him a few more inches. He laughed darkly and reached around my hips to tease my clit, sending me into an all-out frenzy. Then with one punishing thrust, he was fully sheathed inside of my ass. I cried out in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure. He gave me all of two seconds to adjust before he pulled out and pushed back in, all the while rubbing my clit in teasing circles.

“I’m…I’m gonna…” I couldn’t even form coherent sentences. I was so lost in what he was doing to my body, the heat spreading through every inch of my skin, that I was speechless. His dick literally made me dumb. With each thrust, I was lost further to the orgasm building deep in my belly. The sound of his heavy breaths, his moaning every time I squeezed him, sent me into a spiral.

“Do it,” he said in between breaths. “Come for me.” He smacked my already sore ass cheeks with one hand and squeezed my clit with the other. Stars exploded across my vision, and I swore I blacked out for a moment, coming out of my body before settling back in. Every single nerve in my body pulsed with it.

Tristan’s thrusts became faster and more erratic. He pulled out, and a moment later, I felt his cum shoot across my ass, hot on my already stinging skin.

“Jesus Christ, Scarlet,” he said as he rubbed his release into my skin. “What a fucking sight you are.” I finally relaxed against the desk, completely spent. That was some of the best sex I had ever had in my life. I heard him pull his pants back on, but I was too exhausted to move and a little nervous to try sitting down.

“Stay here, sweetheart,” he said before landing a kiss on my cheek. “I’m just going to go get something to clean you up with, okay?”

I nodded and sighed, completely content. I was so well and truly fucked, and not just in the most literal meaning of the word. With each day, I kept finding myself more and more tangled up in their world and with them. I couldn’t stop myself. Everything about them called out to me. I wanted to be with them all the time. Their darkness made my shadows seem not as dark.

“Alright, love,” Tristan said, coming back into the office with a wet cloth and a few other items. “Let’s get you cleaned up and go get you some food, yeah?” I smiled and nodded from where I was on the desk. He bent down to my level and kissed me hard, pouring into it all the feelings we were both too afraid to say out loud. He kissed my nose and then, with gentle hands, cleaned me up before helping me get dressed.