Undeniable Love (Journey of Love 2)

His smile faded for a brief second before it was replaced with a naughty smile. “Yes, but we have to start out slow since you’ve never had one used on you before.”

“I need you to know something though, Ryn. I would never hurt you. I’ll never push you into doing something you are not one-hundred percent in agreement with.”

Smiling, I placed my hand on the side of his face. “I know you wouldn’t.”

Wiggling his eyebrows up and down he asked, “Do you want me to introduce you to the flogger now?”

Bam. There it was. Instant mass flooding between my legs as the idea of Tristan doing anything naughty to me perked up my libido. Placing my finger into my mouth, I nodded my head.

Tristan’s eyes lit up with a desire I’d never seen before. “You’re so damn sexy, Ryn. You turn me on like you would not believe.”

Tristan got up and walked over to the chair where I had set the flogger down. Picking it up, he began moving it over his hand as he walked toward me. My eyes scanned his perfect body as I chewed nervously on my bottom lip.

“Do you trust me, Ryn?”

“Always.”

Tristan nodded his head. He reached into the drawer I had pulled the flogger out of and held up some restraints. Four to be exact. Setting the flogger down, he moved to the bottom of the bed. It was then I noticed the bed frame was a sturdy iron frame. Tristan ran his hand along my leg down to my ankle and pulled it to him. Attaching the restraint onto the main bedpost, he attached the other part around my ankle.

Watching his every move, he walked over to the other side of the bed and repeated the process. My legs were spread open and I felt a blush move across my cheeks as he stood there and stared at me.

“Your pussy is perfect, Ryn.”

Closing my eyes, I let out a moan. “Oh God. When you talk dirty to me, it turns me on even more.”

“Open your eyes, Ryn.”

Snapping my eyes open, I felt my hand moving down my body. Slipping my fingers across my clit, I jumped. “That turns me on, baby. I like getting you horny. Push your fingers inside you, Ryn, and finger fuck yourself.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I pushed two fingers inside of me and moaned. Tristan’s mouth parted open and his breathing increased. I loved knowing that pleasuring myself was turning him on so much.

“Jesus, that’s fucking hot,” Tristan barely whispered. His desire fueled me on as I moved faster and began moaning.

“I’m so close. Oh God!” I yelled out as I closed my eyes. Right before I came, my hand was pulled away, leaving me yelling out, “No!”

Opening my eyes, Tristan was holding my hand. “Not yet.”

“What do you mean not yet? Yes! Yes . . . I mean . . . I think now is the perfect time.”

Winking, Tristan pulled my hand over my head and quickly restrained my hand. Crawling over me he restrained the other hand. Then he placed himself over me, his legs on either side of my body. I watched as his dick began coming up again. I lifted my hips in an attempt to feel him against me.

Tristan took the flogger and began moving it over my body lightly. I instantly relaxed and let out a long soft moan. The feeling of the flogger moving over my skin was amazing. It didn’t tickle, yet it did. Tristan moved it lightly over my breasts and I let out a moan. “Feels so good.”

Tristan positioned himself to where the tip of his dick was positioned right at my entrance. “Yes. Tristan, please.”

Barely pushing in and out he teased me with the flogger as he lightly brushed it back and forth over my sensitive clit and lips. The feeling was amazing.

“Does that feel good, Ryn?”

Frantically nodding my head, I panted out, “Yes! More, Tristan! More!”

Pushing in further, he kept running the flogger over my body. “Damn, Ryn. We are going to have so much fun training you to use the flogger.”

My eyes caught Tristan’s and something happened. He stopped moving as he stared at me. Pulling the flogger away from my body he dropped it on the floor beside the bed. I was in a trance with the way his eyes were holding mine. He turned and took both ankles from the restraints and then my arms.

Tristan pushed all the way inside of me as I lifted my body to accommodate his fullness. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the side of my face as he slowly moved in and out of me.

“Ryn, this also feels amazing. More than amazing, baby. This feels so right.”

“It does. It’s magical, Tristan.”

Tristan hadn’t made love to me like this before except for one other time. The time he told me he was falling in love with me and then pushed me away. As he continued to make beautiful love to me, I fought to keep the tears at bay. Fear was slowly beginning to build. What if he got spooked again? I couldn’t bear the thought of him pushing me away again.

Tristan began hitting the spot that had my orgasm building. Wrapping my legs around him, I moved along with him as I whispered his name against his lips.

I could feel Tristan’s body shudder as he kissed me hard. Moaning into my mouth, Tristan poured himself into my body.

I held on to him as he stayed buried inside of me. Not sure if I should move or not, I kept my legs around him as my hands held onto his upper arms.

Tristan pulled back some as I dropped my legs. His eyes were filled with something I’d never seen before.

Placing his hand on the side of my face, I leaned into it. “I love you, Ryn.”

A small sob escaped between my lips as I lost the battle to keep my tears at bay. They slowly spilled out and onto my cheeks. Sucking in a breath, I managed to speak. “I love you too, Tristan.”

Instead of him pulling out and moving away from me, he kissed away my tears before turning to my lips and softly kissing me. It was a tender kiss, one filled with love. It was if I could feel it pouring from his body into mine.

Tristan may have a naughty side to him, one that I was eager to learn more about, but this side of Tristan was the one I knew he had saved only for me.

Moving his lips to my neck, he kept placing soft kisses until he reached below my ear.

“I’m going to love you forever, Ryn.”

“Tristan, I love you.”

Smiling against my lips he said, “We missed dinner.”

FEELING RYN IN MY ARMS as we fell asleep was the best feeling in the world. No, the best feeling in the world was hearing her tell me she loved me.

Closing my eyes, I thought about my father. Tomorrow I was going to have to ask him more questions about this bottle of his. It seemed to be working for my parents, and Lark.

Ryn let out a sweet little sound and I smiled. I had missed sleeping next to her. Missed her quirky ways. Like how she did a funny little dance every morning in the mirror to get herself ready for the day. Or how she had to wear her socks inside out because she couldn’t stand the edging on the inside.

As I let my body slowly relax, I began to plan out how and when I would introduce Ryn to my playroom back in Austin. Hoping that she would be just as eager to play in there as she was to play this evening.

Sleep finally took over and I d

reamed of walking along the beach with Ryn as we tossed a bottle into the ocean.

Walking into the kitchen, I ran my hand through my wet hair. Four sets of eyes looked at me and stared.

Stopping, I looked at my parents, Lark and then over to Azurdee, who wore a smile as big as the Grand Canyon.

“What? Why the hell are y’all looking at me with goofy-ass smiles on your face?” Pointing to Azurdee I said, “You’re the worst of them all.”

She began jumping up and down clapping her hands. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”

Shaking my head, I held up my hand to Azurdee. She reminded me so much of Sierra. They were both peppy. Sometimes peppy was not good when it was so early in the morning.

“Put it in a box and store that shit away, Azurdee. Too much. Too early.”

Azurdee and my mother laughed. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I turned around and leaned against the counter. Lark was staring at me. Raising my coffee mug to him I said, “Morning, bro.”

Winking he said, “Late night, bro?”

My lips stopped at the rim of my coffee cup.

“Maybe.”

Lark let out a chuckle. Looking away, I turned to my dad. “Hey, Dad. If you have a few extra minutes today, I’d like to talk to you.”

“About what?” Lark and Azurdee both said at once.

Glancing over at them, I asked, “What in the hell is wrong with you two?”

“Whatcha need to talk to Dad about, Tristan?” Azurdee asked.

“Um . . . ranch stuff.”

Raising an eyebrow, Lark asked, “That it?”

“Yeah, why? What does it matter to you what I need to talk to him about?”

My mother chortled and lightly hit Lark on the arm. “Leave your brother be, Michael. You’re teaching sweet Azurdee bad habits.” Smirking at Lark, he raised his middle finger up at me. Michael was my brother’s first name and only my mother and father called him that. Dad would sometimes call him Lark.

Azurdee laughed and wrapped her arms around Lark. I was about to say something when Ryn walked into the kitchen and I watched the whole thing play over as they did pretty much the same thing to her. She got the stares and then the goofy smiles.