letting go of his hand. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and smiled a menacing smile. He couldn’t break his gaze. He took a deep breath in just as she did. Her breath was for making her breasts stick out. His breath was to steady his spinning head and to avert his gaze.
Tristan gently pulled his hand from hers. “Please forgive me. You will be fine here. I will fetch someone to bring you some water, but I must get back to my fiancé. She is new here and I am sure she is wondering where I am. I don’t like to leave her with all those unfamiliar faces.”
“Do not worry. My friends are with her. They will keep her plenty of company. I am sure they will the best of hostesses and answer all her questions and keep her mind on other things rather than you. They will dazzle her.” Alexandra stood up from the bed.
Tristan took a step back and rubbed his hand over his mouth as his eyes scanned over Alexandra’s body.
She took a step forward and grabbed his hand. “Come sit.”
Almost under hypnosis, Tristan obliged and sat down on the foot of the bed. Alexandra wedged her way in between his legs and placed both her hands on the sides of his face. She ran her hands through his hair. Tristan’s eyes closed in pleasure.
Alexandra bent down seductively and whispered in his ear, “Does your fiancé touch you like this?” She rubbed his ear with her bottom lip, causing shivers to cascade down his neck. She ran her hands from his head to his neck to his chest.
When she felt comfortable and knew he wouldn’t reject her, she placed her lips upon his. She watched his painful reaction as he opened his mouth and accepted her kiss. Alexandra couldn’t help but smile. She deepened the kiss, making him work for it. She pushed him back and he ended up lying down on the bed with his legs still hanging over the edge.
After hiking up her dress, she climbed on top of him and their swollen lips connected once more. Alexandra stopped suddenly; pleased with herself at how easily he gave in. She sat up straight, still straddling him and got off him. “I bet you have never been kissed like that either.”
Tristan kept his eyes closed and let out a deep breath through his nose, obviously unimpressed with his actions.
On the dresser near the window which led to a patio to the backyard was two bottles of fine liquor. And two glasses. Alexandra was feeling adventurous and filled about an inch in both of the glasses. She downed hers and filled it up again before passing Tristan his glass.
“Up now,” she said holding two glasses in her hands. Tristan still lay on the bed motionless with his eyes closed. “Well, we don’t have all day. Up!”
Tristan opened his eyes and sat up. He accepted the glass with the alcohol in it which was cool in his hands compared to the hot air in the room from the burning fire place and the intensity burning off Alexandra. He drank all of the cup’s contents in one gulp.
Alexandra smiled. “More?” She drank her second glass in one gulp.
“No, thank you. I think we have gone far enough. I must get back to my fiancé.” Tristan didn’t make a move to get up though.
“Not her again. Don’t you see I can give you more in one hour than what she can give you in a lifetime?” With one pull of strategically placed string at the back of her dress her entire gown pooled at her feet leaving her only in the skimpiest of underwear. He had never seen something so exquisite and her corset left nothing to the imagination.
Tristan gulped back the lump in his throat and couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her body. He didn’t want to look but the glow of her skin from the fireplace was almost putting him in a trance. He couldn’t breathe normally and that seemed to excite Alexandra even more.
“Take off your jacket,” she ordered.
He did as she said.
Take off your shoes and pants,” she ordered again.
He did as she said, again.
She brought Tristan back to the bed and they both stood at the foot of it. Alexandra left the task of unbuttoning his shirt to herself. She didn’t know anyone else who could make unbuttoning shirts seem erotic as she could. She took her time, never fumbling, keeping her body as close to his as she could, keeping her breasts in clear eyesight for him to enjoy while her fingers worked. She couldn’t help but begin biting her lip as she reached the bottom of his shirt before she peeled it from his arms.
“Magnificent,” she said as she examined his perfectly sculpted body. She knew she made a good choice the moment she saw him. He had the finest body she had ever seen and it was her turn to lick and touch it as she pleased. She was going to have fun with him; she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.
Tristan sat on the bed as Alexandra got down to her knees never taking her gaze from his chest. She looked up to him and noticed him staring directly into her eyes. “I promise you will enjoy this.” Kneeling straight up, she placed a kiss to the middle of his chest. Her hands roamed his arms, tickling and caressing them. She rubbed his chest and shoulders as her kisses made their way lower down his chest, to his naval and lower. She stopped, staring at his underwear. “Off,” she ordered.
Tristan sat there shaking his head, refusing. Sweat beaded his forehead. The muscles in his neck were tight with strain. His chest glistened from the heat of both their bodies being so close.
“Off, I said,” she ordered louder this time.
“No,” he said. His eyes were glistening with… tears?
Alexandra stood up in a huff, clearly not approving with him not obliging to her orders.
She raised an eyebrow at him. “You want to do this the hard way? I always loved playing dominatrix. I play the role very well, if I might say so myself.”
“I don’t want this. My fiancé - I love her so much. I could never hurt her like this. She is so good to me.”
Alexandra didn’t even listen to him. She pushed him backwards and ripped his underwear from his body in one swift movement.
“Oh, you don’t want this, you say? It does not seem that way.” Alexandra giggled and marvelled at his manhood in all its length and hardness.
Tristan was ashamed of himself. His body had betrayed him but his mind and heart never would.
Noises came through the closed door. Alexandra knew it was her mistresses, wanting to get a look and most likely a part of the action. Alexandra planned to give them a good show, even though she would not allow them to watch. Just listening was enough to excite them.
“My friends are here. Let’s give them a marvelous show, shall we?” Alexandra placed her hands on his knees and made her way up his thigh. Getting closer… closer…
Before she could touch, Tristan grabbed her wrist, a little too tight for her own comfort. “This has gone too far. I will be no part of this. You, Alexandra are no good. You are pure evil. You seduce men into sleeping with you and then you want no part of them. You have no heart and I will not be a part of this. I actually have someone I care for and love. My fiancé! You will never find someone in your life like I have found her. Your life is a void, dark and empty and will never be filled. Mark my words. No one will ever love you.” His eyes reddened and more tears formed in his eyes. He was a man true to his partner.
Alexandra had enough. “Oh, please. One hour of some fun never made anyone evil. Just give in and we will never speak of it again,” she shrugged her shoulders. She was getting tired of his refusals and almost bored.
“Never! Women like you disgust me!” he spat at her feet.
Appalled, Alexandra’s eyes and mouth widened in shock. Never had she been treated or spoken to like that before. He would regret those words. She looked to the ground where his shirt, jacket, underwear, pants and shoes were. She picked them all up in one pile. “Have it your way then. Leave. Naked. Let everyone see you and the disgrace you are.” She walked over to the balcony and tossed his clothes over it. “Explain to your fiancé why you are leaving without any clothes.”
“I will tell her the truth. She will believe me.” Tristan raised his head. He had confidence in his fiancé. They had been through a l
ot and he knew that she would believe him over anyone else. She loved him and would truly have to believe him.
Tristan looked down at his bare body. He knew he couldn’t leave the room like that. He spotted a white silk robe hanging off a chair near the front of the room.
“She will not believe you. I can guarantee you that.” Alexandra buffed her nails on her bra and examined them after. She had a trick up her sleeve and was ready to use it.
“Watch,” he said as he strode to the chair, grabbed the robe and put it on. Turning to give Alexandra one last glance of disgust.
“Oh, you poor, poor man. Now, you mark my words. My friends will not let you leave this house in one piece.”
Tristan opened the door and there were Alexandra’s three minions acting as a wall. Tristan was taken back at first but then realized they were just a bunch of girls that he was most likely stronger than all of them. Even though he had no intentions of hurting them, he knew he could get past. With a reassuring breath, he squeezed his way through them.
“And where do you think you are going?” Daisy asked with menace in her voice.
Tristan looked back to Rose, Lilly and Daisy. “You three are just like her, aren’t you? You all make me sick.”
“Pretty boy will regret his words, wont he, sis?” Lilly asked Rose without even looking at her.
“You are damn sure he will, sis,” Rose answered.
Tristan stood at the top of the