I toss and turn as I imagine the things he could do to me. He awakens such desire inside me. I feel as though I am burning from the inside out. The softness of his lips and the roughness of his hands consume my dreams.
I picture him lying next to me in the nude as I trace my fingers and my tongue along his tattoos. He runs his hands down my sides and pulls me flush against him as we lay exploring one another’s bodies and sharing our most heated desires.
The closing of my bedroom door jars me from my sleep. I can hear Tristian yelling at someone in the hall, but I am too trapped in my dream to find out who he is talking to.
When I fully wake up I am sweating and warm all over, feeling feverish and having the urge to be near him.
He is my captor and I am his pet. I shouldn’t want to hold his attention, but something draws me to him.
Rolling over I have an ache between my legs. I trail my fingers down my body pretending it is Tristian whose touch is setting me ablaze. Warmth washes over me and I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s like having an itch you can’t scratch. I make my way out of bed and get dressed for the day ahead, hoping like hell, Tristian makes up his damn mind and decides what it is he really wants from me.
Chapter 10
TRISTIAN
Not allowing her to have underwear might be the worst decision I’ve ever made. I’ve watched her the past three days over my security camera, bending over, catching little glimpses of her cunt. I want her, all of her, but I need to bide my time. I enter her room when I know she’s fast asleep, and watch her. I’m itching to just strip naked and lay next to her body. I want to feel her naked body slapping against mine as she rides me.
I watch as she twists and turns in her sleep. She’s restless and mumbling but I can’t make out what she is saying. I imagine how it might feel to hold her naked body against mine. To bury my face between her thighs and devour her pussy, being the FIRST, LAST, and ONLY man to ever taste her essence. I want my lips coated with her taste. I want to sink inside her walls balls deep, and own every piece of her. I want her to tell me all the things she has never done and then I want to do them to her. I want her crying out my name as we become one mind, one body, one soul.
I want her more than I ever have. My restraint is wavering as I continue to watch her. I reach my hand out and stroke her cheek. My thumb brushes across her parted lips and she moans having no idea how hard I am for her. How I wish I could crawl into her bed and awaken her with my tongue as I lick and suck on her breasts, fingering her tight, little virgin cunt.
I’m interrupted from my dirty thoughts of the woman lying in the bed when Rain opens the bedroom door and glares at me.
I leave the room quickly, and grab Rain’s arm pulling her down the hall. “What the fuck are you doing peeking in that room?” I growl in her face.
“I was looking for you,” she smarts off.
I lean in, and she pales. “You never, EVER, go in that room. That’s Isabella’s room. DON’T look at her, DON’T touch her, DON’T speak to her.”
Rain jerks from my grip. “That’s Ariala’s sister isn’t it? What are you up to Tristian? What is it with this girl? What do you want with her? Do you have a thing for her?”
“Speaking of,” I grit in her face. “I warned you!” I grab her arm again dragging her downstairs. “You like that little pink pussy you been licking behind my back, I suggest you keep your mouth shut. You don’t tell Ariala shit about Isa and me, or so help me Rain I will end you and your bitch will never dance again.”
She sneers at me. “You don’t know shit Tristian. You got your head so far up your own ass.”
I grab her jaws and squeeze. “This conversation is finished. The boys will be here soon. Party tonight. Looks like you’ll be entertaining them since you want to keep using that mouth, tonight you can put it to use.”
Normally I’d have a few dancers come over to take care of my men after they have been on a long run, but Rain has pissed me off one too many times this past week. Time to put her in her place. She is getting too comfortable shooting off at the mouth.
“Whatever Tristian. You want to be a dick to me and use me like a whore on dollar night then so be it. I hope watching me with your boys makes your dick achingly hard and I hope that little cock tease denies you, because I sure as hell won’t get you off.”
“Don’t ever concern yourself with my dick, you ungrateful little bitch. How easily you forget who pulled you up from the gutter and got you away from the drugs.”
“You think I could ever forget and not like you’ll let me. You plan to hold it over my head forever. I swear one day Tris I won’t be here for you and you’ll be sorry.”
Pulling out my switchblade, I hold it to her throat. “You forget the fact that I don’t fucking need you. The only thing I need is sleeping in that room.”
“Too bad you’ll never have it. You think a girl like that will ever want you Tristian. You could have had me, but I wasn’t good enough for you and thank God for small favors.” She swats my blade away nicking her finger in the process.
“Why are you here Rain?”
“Just thought you’d like to know Ariala quit so what I do with her is no longer your business.” She jerks away and turns to leave. “I feel sorry for you Tristian. You are your own worst enemy.” She stomps going toward the game room.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I feel a tension headache coming on and I have blue balls from watching Isa sleep. Fucking Rain, I don’t know why I put up with her bullshit.
I head back upstairs and peek back in Isa’s room to find her getting dressed. My balls ache once more as she steps out of her pajama bottoms flashing me her pert ass. Next comes her tank top. She still hasn’t noticed me as she gives me a glimpse of her side boob as she pulls open the wardrobe and takes a new white dress from the hanger.
She yelps, startled, when she finally senses me watching her.