Lesson on the bed

Chapter Nine

Tristan’s POV

She looks like sin and innocence wrapped in one trembling package as I lay her on the bed. The robe hangs open around her, breasts still flushed from the dining table, nipples tight little peaks begging for more. I have not even pulled out yet. My cock is still buried deep inside her tight heat, throbbing with the need to keep going. Fuck. How is she this wet already? This responsive?

I should stop. I should walk away like I planned this morning. Virgins complicate everything. But the way she clung to me on the stairs, legs wrapped around my waist like she was made for it, has my control hanging by a thread.

I ease out slowly, watching her face the whole time. She lets out a soft little whimper that goes straight to my balls. “Stay right there,” I tell her, voice low.

I step back just long enough to strip. Jacket first, then shirt. Buttons fly because I do not have the patience to undo them properly, and I’ve got plenty of them in my closet. 

My trousers follow, kicked aside. Naked now, cock heavy and slick from her, I climb back over her. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, but she does not look away. Good girl.

I kiss her hard this time, tongue sliding into her mouth while my hand slides between her legs. She is soaked. I push two fingers in, scissoring them, stretching her. “You feel that?” I murmur against her lips. “That is how wet you get for me.”

“Yes, Master,” she breathes, the word shaky but perfect.

I flip us so I am on my back and pull her on top. She straddles me awkwardly, hands braced on my chest, looking lost. 

Her hair falls around her face like dark silk. In the gala crowd she had stood out like a single flame in a sea of ice. I had only wanted her name then. My assistant dug deeper and found the lies. The fake estate, the fake accent, the desperate family. I thought she was a gold digger playing a long game. I wanted to own that game. Now I see the truth. She is just a twenty-four-year-old girl carrying her whole broken family on her slim shoulders. Too young. Too innocent. And I am about to be the first man to fuck her properly.

I grip her hips. “You do not know how to ride, do you?”

She shakes her head, cheeks pink. So fucking innocent.

“Fuck,” I mutter. What was I expecting? A virgin in this day and age who still blushes when she comes. I should hate how much that turns me on. Instead it makes me want to ruin her slowly, carefully, so this is not the only version of sex she ever knows.

I guide her up, then pull her down onto my cock in one smooth thrust. She moans loud, head falling back. The sound is pure sin. I hold her there, buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch.

“Like this,” I say, voice rough. I lift her hips and bring her back down, showing her the rhythm. “Roll your hips. Use me. Take what you need.”

She tries. Clumsy at first, but eager. Her tits bounce with every movement and I cannot stop staring. I sit up, sucking one nipple into my mouth while she rides me. She gasps, fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Faster,” I command. “Grind on me. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze.”

She obeys, finding her rhythm. Her moans turn breathy. I keep one hand on her hip, the other sliding between us to rub her clit in tight circles. “That’s it. Good girl. You are soaking my cock.”

Her head drops to my shoulder. “Master… it feels so deep like this.”

I growl and thrust up harder, meeting her halfway. She cries out, body shaking. I am trying so damn hard not to lose control. I could flip her over and fuck her raw right now, but I hold back. She is too new. Too sweet. I do not want my darkness to be the only thing she remembers.

She starts slowing down after a few minutes, panting against my neck. “Please,” she whispers, hesitant, like she is afraid I will be angry. “I'm getting tired.”

I kiss her sweet mouth, slow and deep, then flip us again so I am on top. I stay inside her the whole time. “Do you want me to stop? Should I pull out?”

Her eyes meet mine, wide and glassy. “No. Finish first. Please.”

That soft please nearly breaks me. I start moving again, deeper, harder, but still watching her face. Every thrust makes her moan. I hook one of her legs over my arm, opening her wider. “You feel perfect. So fucking tight around me.”

Her nails dig into my back. “Master… I am close again.”

“Come,” I order, slamming into her. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

She does. Her pussy clamps down on me, pulsing, milking me. I follow right after, burying myself deep and coming hard, filling her until it spills out around us. The orgasm hits me like a freight train. I kiss her through it, swallowing every moan.

We stay locked together for a long moment, breathing each other in. I brush her damp hair off her forehead, stroking it gently. My thumb traces her cheek. She looks wrecked in the best way. Soft. Mine.

“Remember to take the pill,” I whisper against her lips.

She nods, eyes already drifting shut. “I will.”

I ease out of her slowly, watching my cum drip from her. The sight does dangerous things to me. I pull the sheet over her naked body, then dress quickly. Suit back on, hair smoothed. By the time I reach the door she is already asleep, breathing soft and even.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. Three missed calls from my assistant. I answer on the fourth ring as I walk down the hall toward my own room.

“Boss, the meeting was supposed to start an hour ago. Where are you? The investors are—”

“Make arrangements with the bank,” I cut him off, voice flat as I spray my perfume to mask off the scent of sex. “Transfer ten million into Andrea Vale’s account immediately. Use the details I sent yesterday. And book an appointment with the best cardiologist in the city for Ethan Vale. Today if possible. I will be at the office soon.”

I hang up before he can reply, walking out. The penthouse is quiet except for the distant hum of the city far below. I stop at the top of the stairs, looking back toward her door.

She is not what I expected. Not even close. And that scares the hell out of me more than any boardroom ever could.