Unable to wait a second longer, I roll on a condom, then lift her right leg to line myself up with her entrance, easing in nice and slow. I rock my hips, sliding a little deeper each time.
Kirsten’s lips are already parted, but her eyes are closed as her hips press back eagerly. With one more thrust I’m completely sheathed in her slick grip. Still, she’s not awake, so I stay impaled inside her while my fingertips circle her clit.
She gasps and grabs at the sheets underneath her hands, finally waking up. But she requested it with a scream.
I press forward, rolling her to her stomach. My fingers keep rubbing while I start fucking her hard and fast into the mattress. I know she’s wide awake when she moans, and her hips buck.
I slap her ass and get a shout from her. Her pussy clenches around me, telling me she likes the slap, so I give her another and another until finally she shouts, “Tristan!” She pulses around my cock. It’s impossible for me to last a second longer. I shove deep and fill the condom with a roar of pleasure.
Once I’ve come down from the incredible high, I reluctantly climb off her so she can breathe. I can’t resist slapping her gorgeous ass again before disposing of the rubber. Then, I grab another tie on my way back to the bed.
While Kirsten lies there limply, I take her restrained wrists and wind the new tie through them and to the closest post on my bed. Tying knot after knot, Kirsten looks up at me with bleary eyes and a sleepy smile.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you can’t leave my bed.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. You’re my captive today. No work for you.”
The sleepy haze vanishes from her eyes. “Okay, that’s not funny or sexy.”
“Neither is someone trying to kill you.”
“You can’t be serious, Tristan!”
“I do love hearing you scream my name. Now, even if those ties can’t hold you, I’m going to lock the bedroom door when I leave, from the outside.”
“Tristan! I have to go to work! I’m the district attorney! Everyone already thinks I’m slacking off after dismissing the charges against you and your cousins!”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I need to find who wants you dead before I let you out of my sight. Unless you want me to keep watch in your office while you work…”
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “You cannot show up at the courthouse!”
“Right. Because I’m a defendant, former defendant, and eyebrows would be raised. We can’t have anyone thinking you would ever fuck someone like me.”
“I can’t lose my entire career for…this.”
“For me, you mean?”
“You live with six whores, Tristan. That doesn’t exactly scream long-term commitment.”
“If you want a commitment then just say so, sweetheart.”
She rolls her eyes. “We both know that this is nothing but sex.”
“Amazing sex. Best I ever had, and I’m guessing the same goes for you. Admit it.”
“Fine, yes, it’s amazing. The handful of times we’ve done it last night and fooled around at that club, but that’s it. It’s exciting and new right now. In a few weeks or days, it’ll get boring. You’ll move on, and I’ll go back to looking for my trophy husband.”
“Trophy husband? What the hell is that?”
“A good man to support my career without his overshadowing it. You know, so he can stay home with our kids until they go to school.”
“Wow. Sounds like you’ve got the future all planned out just as soon as you find Mr. Right,” I remark with barely contained rage, since I know that man is not me. “Let me guess, the perfect guy for you went to some snobby ivy league school; grew up in a wealthy family; plays golf at the country club with all his smart, filthy rich buddies; and is such a push-over he’ll gladly give up his career to raise your brats? Oh, and most importantly, he has a squeaky-clean record and can’t find your clit.”
“I don’t care where he went to school or if he’s rich,” she huffs, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “But the rest, other than not finding my clit, is pretty much the ideal man.”
