“What’s that?” he asked, pointing at the vibrator.
“It’s a vibrator,” I said, as if it should be obvious. Because he knew exactly what it was.
“A vibrator?” he said, picking it up.
“Were you using this before I came?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Did you make yourself come?”
“No, you interrupted me.”
He growled low in his throat.
“Now, I think you were in the middle of apologizing,” I reminded him. But his eyes were fixed on the pink vibrator. He switched it on and turned his attention back to me.
“I don’t have the words to apologize to you properly, Arya. Let me show you how sorry I am,” he said with his sexy smirk, kneeling on the tile next to the tub, vibrator buzzing in his hand. “Do I have permission to show you?”
His brown eyes were dark and sparkly with desire, and I could see how much he wanted this. He clearly wanted it as much as I did.
“Show me,” I said simply.
He lightly buzzed the vibrator down my chest between my breasts, the toy tingled my skin in a line toward my stomach as he kept moving it down. He stopped inches above where I needed it to be.
I supposed this was Tristan’s payback for my bathrobe antics.
“Let me tell you something, Arya,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “I give the orders around here.”
Suddenly the vibrator brushed right where I needed it to be before it moved a fraction of an inch away, and I cried out in shock and frustration, both at the sensation and his words. The temperature in the room ratcheted up a thousand degrees. I loved this side of Tristan. I loved when he took control and gave me no choice but to feel.
“Tell me you understand,” he demanded.
Words failed me as a moan escaped my lips. He was moving the vibrator so that it was circling my clit and nothing in my brain worked anymore. I was all sensation and bits of light inside my body. I had used this vibrator plenty of times in the past, but no one else has ever controlled it. The feeling was so new.
“Say you understand,” Tristan demanded again.
I tried to answer, or nod, or do something, but the pleasure sparkling through my body rendered me speechless. My legs shook beneath the bath water and my arms gripped the side of the tub, looking for anything that would hold me down on earth.
“Arya, I need to hear you say you understand.”
How was I supposed to even think as he increased the speed of the circles around that sensitive bundle of nerves that was threatening to undo me. Tristan chuckled quietly, darkly, before crushing his mouth to mine in a punishing kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, sweeping against mine. It was almost too much sensation. I couldn’t hold on.
And then he dipped the vibrator inside me, with the intensity on maximum, and my orgasm crashed into me and through my body, sending wave after wave of pure pleasure. I screamed his name and my voice echoed off the tile in the room.
As the last of the orgasm shuddered violently through my body, Tristan slowly removed the toy and switched it off. He placed it on the counter and grabbed a towel.
Wordlessly, he held it out for me, and I stood up on shaky legs and let him wrap me in the towel and bring me to bed. He helped me dry off and slip into a T-shirt and shorts before tucking me beneath the blankets.
“Sweet dreams, gorgeous,” he said.
With one last deep kiss, he left.
This man was driving me fucking insane. And I loved it.
Tristan
Arya’s attention was glued to the big screen beyond the windshield, but my attention was completely focused on her.