SCARLET
After three whole hours of touring the Tower and meeting far too many people, Melody dropped me off at the lift. I pulled my hair out of its plait and massaged my scalp. In the span of a couple of weeks, my life had completely changed, and it was causing a whirlwind of emotions.
I chewed on my tongue piercing while the lift took me back up to Tristan’s floor. Them giving me so much responsibility was a huge sign of trust, one I didn’t think I was ever going to get, let alone so quickly. It felt good to finally have a purpose and know that I was actually going to be doing something that mattered.
I was desperately trying to not let all of my walls down and let them in. Having fun was one thing, but actually letting them in was a completely separate thing. And it was terrifying to think about. These guys were strangers a couple of weeks ago, and now here I was, sleeping with one of them, fooling around with another, and trying my hardest to get the third to cave as well.
And no matter how much I told myself I wasn’t starting to feel anything for them, it was a lie. I could feel myself getting comfortable. I looked forward to the back-and-forth with Elliot, the sweet touches from Tristan, and Seb’s crazy possessiveness. I saw a bit of myself in all of them, and it made me feel like I could finally be myself. Like I finally had a place where I could belong.
Like calls to like.
The doors opened, and I made my way to Tristan’s office. I probably should’ve knocked, but that wasn’t really my style. Tristan looked up as I entered and held a tattooed finger to his lips. A voice was coming through the speaker on his phone. He was laid back, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, sleeves rolled up on his strong forearms, and his hair uncharacteristically disheveled. He looked hot as hell, and my pussy seemed to take notice.
He pressed a button that I assumed muted the call and said, “Last meeting. I’ll be done in a moment and we can head out to meet the others at the loft. Make yourself comfortable, love.” He clicked the button again and answered the guy on the phone.
I smirked at him before locking the door and then slowly popping the button on my jeans and pulling down the zipper. His eyes darkened and watched the movement. I kicked off my boots and turned around before I slid my jeans down my legs, bending over and giving him a show. I turned around and watched him lick his lips. I lifted my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. The lace bralette and matching panties I had worn were a deep red and flattered my curves.
His eyes never left my body as I slowly walked over to him. He was still vaguely answering the guy’s questions on the phone, but I knew he was barely paying attention to anything that wasn’t me in that moment.
“What are you doing?” he mouthed.
I just smiled and knelt in between his legs. He was already hard, his cock pressing firmly against his pants. I unbuckled his belt and he lifted his hips so that I could pull his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, the vein pulsing and waiting for me. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes and brought my finger to my mouth to tell him to be quiet before taking him completely in my mouth. He twitched beneath me and groaned.
“Do you not like that?” the guy’s voice came across the speaker. I smiled around his dick and dragged my teeth up his shaft. He hissed through his teeth but managed to pull himself together enough to answer.
“Yes, Charles, that’s completely fine. Look, I’ve got to go,” he said, and I let his head come out of my mouth with an audible pop. He jerked again. “Something’s come up. I’ll touch base with you tomorrow.” Before poor Charles could even get a word in, Tristan had hung up the phone.
“What’re you doing, you little minx?” His voice was rough, and it went straight to my girl downstairs. I stood and ran my hands through his blond hair as I climbed on top of him, sliding my legs through the holes of the armrests.
“You looked so hot just sitting here in your big office, holding all the power. It did things to me,” I moaned, grabbing his hand. Pushing my panties to the side, I ran his fingers through my soaked slit. He moaned like it was the sexiest thing he had ever felt which got me even wetter. “I thought maybe I could thank you for everything you’ve given me today.”
I kissed him and stroked his cock through my folds, wetting him with my own excitement. His hands gripped my waist, and his tongue explored my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and power, and I soaked it up. I slowly, inch by inch, let him slip inside of me. He filled me up, stretching my walls in the most delicious way. I was panting by the time he was in me to the hilt. I started moving my hips, grinding down onto him like he was my only lifeline.
“You feel so good, baby girl,” he murmured against my mouth. “This tight little cunt was made for me.” One of his arms slipped around my waist and pulled me closer, causing my clit to rub against him, and I whimpered into his lips. His other hand freed a nipple and began to gently twirl and pinch, sending electricity down my spine. “Play with yourself,” he commanded. I was so wet that when my fingers found my clit they slipped and circled around it easily. A heat was building deep inside of me, and I couldn’t stop it.
“Tristan,” I whispered, my head leaning against his, our breaths mixing and mingling.
“Do you need to come, love?” I nodded, and I heard a pitiful moan slip through my lips. Jesus, these men turned me into mush.
“Please,” I begged.
“Go on, then. Let me see you come apart on my cock.” He tweaked my other nipple painfully, and I fell apart. Heat sliced through my entire body, setting every muscle on fire in the most exquisite way. I screamed through it, throwing my head back and letting it wash over my body. Tristan sucked a nipple into his mouth and drew circles around it with his tongue, seeing me through each delicious moment of my orgasm.
He took the other one in his mouth as I came back down to earth. He bit it, hard, and I yelped and slapped him. His eyes darkened, and a terrifying smile slid across his mouth. His hands slid from my waist, up over my ribs, my breasts, and settled around my throat, holding me in place on top of him. He leaned forward and licked up the side of my face. Why that was such a turn-on, I had no idea.
“That’s the only time you will ever get away with that, understood?” He squeezed my throat for emphasis. I smiled just as dangerously as he was.
“Or what?” I asked, breathless. He stood, bringing us both out of the chair before pulling me off him and bending me over his desk, his hand on the back of my neck. My face was painfully pressed onto a stack of papers, but my pussy had never been wetter. The anticipation was killing me. I heard the jingle of his belt and the sliding of fabric. I clenched and moaned, knowing what was coming.
“Stay. Still.” I gripped the edge of the desk until I felt my knuckles go white. “Count.”
And then I heard it before I felt it. The sharp slap of his belt across my ass echoed through the room and had my cunt throbbing with need.
“One,” I whispered.
“Louder.”
“One!”