“Ryn! It’s not funny. Get it off.”
Tristan started hitting the crab with our bottle. “Stop! Our bottle. Are you insane? You’ll bust our bottle!”
“It hurts. Ryn, grab it. Get it off!”
Taking a step back, I looked at the giant crab gripping onto Tristan’s toe. There was no way I was touching that thing. “Hit it with the bottle. Just hit it with the bottle!”
Tristan held up the bottle and was about to swing when the crab let go and scurried off.
Jumping up and down, I began yelling out. “Yay! He let go!”
Tristan dropped to the ground as I continued to celebrate. Looking at me, he wore a frustrated expression. “Um . . . I’m in pain here, Ryn.”
Flopping down in front of him, I grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his lips. Pulling back, I spoke against his lips. “You saved our bottle. My hero.”
Smiling, he pushed me back and put most of his weight on me as he kissed me. The waves came in and barely washed up around us as our tongues found the perfect rhythm.
“Get a room!” someone said as I saw three sets of running shoes pass us by. Looking up Tristan yelled, “Hey! We are newly engaged! Give us a break.”
The jogger must have turned and faced back to us as he shouted, “All the more reason to get a room!”
Laughing, Tristan shook his head as I chuckled. “Are you ready, baby?”
Smiling, I said, “I’ve never been more ready.”
Tristan stood and then helped me up. Looking out over the water, he asked, “Do you want to throw it or me?”
“No, you throw it. I won’t be able to throw it that far and I don’t want it washing back up.”
Tristan raised his arm and was about to throw it when I yelled, “Wait!”
“What?”
“Maybe you should go out a little further and then throw it.”
Tristan furrowed his brow and then looked out over the water. He probed the water as the expression on his face turned serious. “You want me . . . to go out into the water . . . where the crab is?”
Attempting to hold back my laughter, I nodded my head. “Uh huh. Yeah, just walk waist deep in . . . and toss it.”
Lifting his chin and perking up his shoulders, Tristan nodded his head. “I’ve got this.”
Slapping his back a few times I said, “Of course you do, baby.”
“Yeah.” Taking a step into the water, Tristan paused. Glancing over his shoulder at me, he gave me a weary smile. Using my hands, I prompted him on in a shooing manner.
“Go on. You’ve got this.”
Slowly making his way into the water, he walked until he was waist deep. “Perfect! Baby, throw it as hard as you can.”
Tristan screamed and jumped. And when I say screamed, he girly screamed. Reaching back with his arm he threw that bottle as hard and as far as he could. I smiled as I watched it soar through the air.
Jumping, I let out a victory call.
The next thing I knew Tristan was running out of the water as fast as he could. “Fucking crab! I’m never gonna be able to swim in the ocean again.”
Stomping off toward the house, I turned and watched as the sun’s rays danced across the ocean waves. I’d never felt so happy and so at peace. This was it. The start of our new life together. Looking down at my beautiful ring, I let the one lone tear fall.
There was no doubting it. Our love was undeniable.
It had been three weeks since Tristan had asked me to marry him. I had called my mother and told her the news that I was getting married. The call lasted ten minutes and eight of those were her telling me how I was making another mistake in my life. Why I even bothered, I’ll never know.
Pulling up to the house, my stomach did all kinds of crazy flip-flops. Tristan had busted his ass when we came back from the beach and our house was now finished. We had done the walk-through a few days ago, closed on it yesterday afternoon, then came back and made love in almost every room of the house. There was one room Tristan kept locked the entire time. I knew what the room was, but it was kind of funny watching Tristan squirm around it when his mother or father would ask why that door was locked and why they couldn’t see it.
Stepping out of my car, I walked up to the front door. Smiling, I pushed the door open and stepped into the giant foyer. Looking up, I was in awe of the giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Some of the fixtures we used in the house were from one of Tristan’s grandparents’ houses. They fit in perfect with our house and it made it that much more special for Tristan. He was close to both sets of grandparents, so it made me so happy when I suggested it and he thought it was a great idea.
Heading into the living room, I did a little hop and clapped my hands. All of the furniture had been delivered earlier and set up. I hadn’t been there to see it because I was helping Chris out today at the vet clinic.
Making my way through the living room, I walked through the formal dining room and into the kitchen. This was my dream kitchen with stone countertops, high-end appliances, and a trash compactor. I had no idea why I was so excited for that damn thing. Tristan laughed his ass off when I got giddy in the store while picking it out. The rest of the first floor was my office, a guest bedroom and the master suite, which was amazing. The bedroom was huge with a separate section for sitting. The fireplace would be so romantic and I couldn’t wait to make love in front of it. The bathroom was like stepping into a spa. Last night while taking a shower in there, Tristan had walked in with handcuffs that had suctions on the end. At first there was no way I was gonna use them. I didn’t trust them. Soon I was lost in Tristan fucking the hell out of me while my hands were above my head in the handcuffs. He had held most of my weight the entire time.
Biting on my lip, I smiled as the memory washed over my body. Letting out a deep breath, I pushed my building desire down.
Heading up the staircase, I walked onto the second-floor landing. Three bedrooms were on this floor, each with their own bathroom. It was important for Tristan to have each room have its own private bath. I agreed. For guests it would be nice, but some day when we had kids there would be no fighting over a bathroom to share. Rounding the corner, I climbed more stairs that led to the third floor. Giggling, I thought back to Lark bitching Tristan out. “You just always have to one-up me, don’t you? Two stories wasn’t enough, you went for three!”
Walking up, I looked at the two doors that were across from each other. Each room was huge. To the left was Tristan’s home office. To the right, the playroom that I had yet to see. Walking toward Tristan’s office, I heard him on the phone. We had planned on spending today moving all of our stuff from the shop into the house, but Tristan was sidetracked and Chris called begging for me to run his front desk for him. The receptionist had slipped and fallen, spraining her ankle. I knew how much pain she was in, so it wasn’t a hard choice to go and help out.
Standing in the doorway to Tristan’s office, I leaned against the door jamb. Tristan looked up and smiled. Then he pulled his head back in wonder. I was wearing a long raincoat and it was over eighty degrees outside. Pushing off the jamb, I slowly opened my coat and dropped it to the floor.
Tristan’s mouth dropped open as his eyes perused over my body as he took it all in. I was wearing a red corset and thigh-high stockings that were attached with a red garter belt. My high heel red fuck-me shoes rounded it all out.
Swallowing hard, Tristan said, “An angel dressed in red.”
Placing my finger in my mouth, I slowly sucked on it as I pulled my finger out and buried it between my cleavage. I loved how the corset lifted and pushed out my breasts.
“What? Oh, no, James I’m not talking to you. I was . . . distracted.”
Giving him my sexiest grin, I walked to him and placed my foot on one of the chairs. I was sans panties as I moved my fingers between my legs as I began to rub on my clit, letting out a small moan.
“Um . . . ahh . . . the fall hunts . . . yeah . . . we’re looking . . . I mean booking them now.”
I had slipped the balls out of my jacket pocket and had them in my other hand that was behind my back. Moving my hand out, I placed two small round silver balls on his desk. Tristan’s eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the Ben Wa balls on his desk.
Removing my fingers from my pussy, I slowly put them into my mouth. I had been building myself up to do that for months. Placing my hands on his desk and dropping my foot back to the floor, I whispered, “Oh yes, Mr. Williams, I’ve been doing my homework.”
“James, I don’t mean to cut you off but I’ve got a situation that needs, hammering out.”
Lifting my eyebrows, I grinned.
Hanging up his phone, Tristan stood. “Is this your way at trying to get into the playroom, baby?”
Sitting on the chair, I placed a leg over each armrest. Spreading myself open for him to see.
“Jesus,” he whispered. Moving around his desk, Tristan said, “Stay just like that, Ryn. Don’t move.”
My breathing picked up and I licked my lips in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
Grabbing the balls he slipped them into his pocket. Oh God. I was both excited and terrified of the balls.
Tristan walked up, pushed the chair back and dropped to his knees. “Don’t move and don’t touch me, Ryn or I’ll stop.”
Whimpering, I closed my eyes. I was so horny I could practically feel my juices flowing out of me. Tristan slipped his fingers inside me and let out a long moan.
“You’re so damn wet, Ryn. Baby, are you horny?”
Nodding my head, I said, “Yes.”
His lips moved to my inner thigh and my body shuddered. “Are you wanting to play, Ryn?”
Frantically nodding my head, I moaned as his fingers slowly moved in and out. Pulling his fingers out, I didn’t have time to express my disappointment in the loss before his mouth was over me, licking and sucking me into an orgasm.
When I finally came down from my high, Tristan kissed me. The taste of myself on his tongue took some getting used to, but I thought it was the hottest thing ever having Tristan kiss me after oral sex.
Lifting me from the chair, he carried me across the hall. “We only had one night in my playroom in Austin, so we not only have to break in our new playroom, we have some serious making up to do.” I had gone back to Austin a few times for work, but Tristan was never free to go back with me.
Smiling, I buried my face into his neck as Tristan unlocked the door and opened it. Shutting the door, he locked it before turning and carrying me over to the bed. This was the first time I got to look at the playroom. It was set up almost like the one in Austin, but a few things were different.
Setting me down on the bed, I drew in a breath and slowly released it when I felt the satin sheets. Running my hand along it I smiled when I saw they were blue. My favorite color. Then I noticed the color of the walls. They were a silver-blue, similar to the color I had picked out for the house.
My heart swelled with love knowing that Tristan had been paying attention to all the little details.
Reaching into his pocket he took the two silver balls out and set them down on the bed. Then he quickly got undressed. “I’m keeping you dressed in that outfit, Ryn. It’s fucking sexy as hell.”
The feeling of excitement just intensified a hundred times. I loved pleasing Tristan, in any way.
Picking up the balls he held them up and gave me a drop-dead sexy smile. “Do you know what they are, Ryn?”
Nodding my head, I whispered, “Yes.”
“Tell me what you want me to do with them.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I blew it out slowly. “Put them inside me and then fuck me, Tristan.”
His smile lit up even more. “Yes, baby.”
Tristin slipped his fingers inside me as he primed me. Sliding the balls into me, I gasped at how cold they were. “So fucking wet, it’s perfect.”
Once both balls were in, Tristan began finger fucking me. “More! I want more!” I begged as I grabbed the satin sheets within in my hands.
Tristan moved over my body and slid his dick inside of me. “Ohmygod!” I yelled out. The feeling was exquisite. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. My mind was spinning out of control as I let the feeling of the balls and Tristan’s dick move inside me.
“Oh hell, Ryn, fuck this feels amazing, baby.”
“Can’t . . . Tristan . . . amazing . . .” The buildup was beginning and I felt my whole body preparing for it. Holy hell, this was going to be big.
“Yes, Tristan, right there!” I screamed out. The way he was fucking me had the balls hitting the spot that would take me to heaven.
Tristan pulled out and pushed in and that was it. He had moved in such a way that it hit the spot. The balls were being forced by his dick and hitting the exact spot that I needed them to hit. My orgasm raced through my body, causing me to scream out. I’d never in my life felt my pussy contracting with my orgasm like it was. Tristan continued to fuck me as my orgasm continued to go on, and on, and on.
“Can’t . . . take . . . anymore!” I yelled out.
“Fucking hell, your pussy is squeezing down on my cock, Ryn. Baby I’m going to come.”
Tristan’s words threw me into another orgasm; I began yelling out incoherently. I felt him stilling inside my body as I slowly felt myself grounded again. “Baby, I need you to stand.”
Opening my eyes, I stood up. Glancing back at the bed, the balls were laying on the bed. “How did they come out?” I asked as Tristan brought me over to the St. Andrews Cross.
“Your orgasm pushed them out.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage.
Lifting my hands, I watched as Tristan attached the handcuffs. When he dropped down to cuff my ankles, I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come.
Standing he gave me a smile. “What’s our word, Ryn?”
Licking my lips, I said, “Mickey.”
“Mickey. Don’t take on more than you can handle, Ryn. Do you understand me?”
My breathing was labored and I couldn’t wait for what was next. “Yes.”
Tristan walked his beautiful naked ass over to where all the riding crops and floggers where hung up. Reaching for a riding crop, he turned and made his way back over to me.
“Say it, Ryn.”
“Mickey! Damn it, Tristan.”
Reaching his fingers between my legs, he let out a hiss. “So fucking wet.”
Crying out, I begged him, “Please!”
His fingers quickly slid into me as he began his assault. “You like that, Ryn?”
“Yes, harder. More. Tristan, I want more.”
I couldn’t believe how wanton I sounded. Closing my eyes tightly, I begged him for more. When my eyes opened, I looked across the room to the bed. I saw a mirror hung up behind the bed. “Is that . . . is that the mirror from South Padres?”
Tristan’s eyes met mine. The look of seduction that crossed over his face caused me to let out a moan. “It is. I thought that was the perfect place for it. This way when you ride me hard and fast, you can watch yourself in the mirror.” Grinning, I looked into Tristan’s eyes. They were filled with love and passion.
“I want more,” I said in the most seductive voice I could muster up.
“Hell yeah, Ryn. That’s it, baby.”
Removing his fingers, he hit me with the riding crop on my lips. Jerking, I let out a scream. The pain mixed with the sense of pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I loved it and found myself wanting more.
Placing his fingers back inside me he began moving them in and out again. Just as I would feel the build of my orgasm, he pulled out and hit me with riding crop again.
I wanted more. It felt as if my body physically needed more. I ached with desire.
“Harder!”
Tristan hesitated. “Tristan, please.”
Hitting me slightly harder with the riding crop, I cried out as I felt my orgasm building.
“Ryn . . .”
Looking into Tristan’s concern-filled eyes, I attempted to show him how desperately I wanted this. “More, I want more. Please.”
His fingers impaled me again, working me up into a frenzy. “I’m so close. Oh God, Tristan.”
Pulling his fingers out, he hit the riding crop on me again, throwing me into an orgasm. His fingers sliding in me caused me to scream out again as it felt like another wave hit me.
Before long, I was hanging limp from the cross. Tristan took me down and carried me back over to the bed, where he gently laid me down. Looking at him, I saw his dick was hard again.
Looking into my eyes he asked, “Enough?”
Shaking my head, I whispered, “More.”
MY EYES WIDENED IN SHOCK when Ryn whispered more. In my wildest dreams I’d never imagined the love of my life in our playroom, enjoying it more than I could have asked. I knew she was curious and she wanted to try everything; I had pushed her with the riding crop, hitting her not nearly as hard as I’ve hit other women, but this was my Ryn. My girl. I never wanted to do anything to cause her pain.
“Roll over, Ryn; it’s time to train that ass of yours a little more.”
Ryn’s eyes lit up as I moved off the bed and made my way over to the drawers. A part of me wanted to keep pushing her to the brink, the other part wanted to hold back. The second I saw her eyes light up at the mention of training her ass, I knew she wanted it as much as I did. Pulling out a butt plug, I grabbed the lube and headed back to Ryn.
Running my hand over her ass, I whispered, “On your hands and knees, baby.”
Moving quickly, I watched as her arms shook. Fear hit me like a brick wall. I’ve pushed her too far. “Ryn, do you want to stop?”
Looking over her shoulder, she shook her head. “No! Please don’t stop.”
Seeing the desire in her eyes, I began to put lube onto my fingers. I rubbed it over her puckered hole then slowly slid my fingers in, getting her ready for the butt plug. I didn’t want to hurt her. Ever.
Leaning over I kissed her back. “What’s the safe word, Ryn?”
She panted out, “Mickey.”
Rubbing her ass with my other hand I smiled. “Yes, baby.”