The gift

Chapter Fifteen

Andrea’s POV

“Do you know what that is?”

Tristan’s voice is low and amused as I sit on my knees in the middle of his massive bed, staring at the smooth, egg-shaped toy resting in my palms. The package it came in lies open beside me, tissue paper crumpled around it like expensive wrapping.

I shake my head slowly, cheeks already warming. “No, Master. What is it?”

He stands at the foot of the bed, still in his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the man who just spent the day ruling an empire and now wants to rule me. A smirk plays on his lips.

“Well, it’s a gift for you.”

I turn the smooth silicone thing over in my hands. It feels deceptively innocent, small, lightweight, almost cute. “What does it do?”

Tristan’s smirk deepens, that dangerous glint in his gray eyes making my stomach tighten. “It’s going to make you feel really really good.”

The first thing he did when he walked through the door tonight was pull me straight upstairs to his room without even letting me ask how his day went. He tossed the sleek black package onto the bed and told me to open it. Now here I am, holding this mystery object while he watches me like a cat watching a mouse.

I swallow. “How exactly is it going to make me feel good?”

“Check the box for the fob,” he says, nodding toward the packaging. “The small remote.”

I dig through the tissue and pull out a tiny black remote with a single button and a dial. My fingers tremble slightly as I hold it up.

“Turn it on,” he commands softly.

I press the button. The egg-shaped toy suddenly comes alive in my hands, buzzing with a strong, steady vibration that travels up my arms. I yelp and drop it onto the bed like it burned me.

“My goodness!” I gasp, eyes wide. “It vibrates!”

Tristan chuckles, the sound rich and low. “Hence the name. It’s a vibrator, Andrea.”

I stare at the still-buzzing toy, heart racing. I have only ever heard about these things in whispered conversations or late-night internet scrolls I was too embarrassed to admit to. Never seen one. Never touched one. And now the most powerful man I know just handed me one like it is a casual gift.

“Give it to me,” he says, holding out his hand.

I pick it up carefully while it is still vibrating and pass it to him. He turns it off, then steps closer to the bed. His fingers tilt my chin up before he leans down and kisses me, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes my toes curl. His mouth moves against mine with practiced control, tongue teasing until I am leaning into him, already forgetting the toy.

He pulls back just enough to murmur against my lips, “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

His hands are sure and gentle as he strips me. The soft tank top I had been wearing disappears first, followed by the lounge pants. He takes his time, fingers brushing deliberately over every inch of newly exposed skin, tracing the curve of my waist, the dip of my hips, like he is memorizing me. Soon I am completely naked on his bed, skin prickling under his heated gaze. Cool air whispers across my nipples, making them tighten into hard peaks, while a rush of wetness gathers between my thighs from nothing but the way he looks at me.

He climbs onto the bed with me, mouth finding my neck, then lower. When his lips close around one nipple, sucking hard while his hand palms the other breast, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers, I arch into him with a soft moan. The wet heat of his tongue sends jolts straight to my core. He switches sides, teeth grazing lightly before sucking again, harder this time, until my hips twitch involuntarily, seeking friction I am not yet allowed to have.

I thought we were heading straight for sex like I’ve recently learned to accept. The way his body pressed against mine, the thick ridge of his cock already hard against my thigh through his trousers, looks like the greenest light I’ve ever seen. Heat pools low in my belly, my pussy clenching with anticipation, already slick and ready for him to fill me. But he stops suddenly, pulling back with a wicked smile.

“Not so fast, love.”

Before I can protest, he slides the smooth egg down my stomach. His fingers part my folds, finding me already wet from his kisses and the way he sucked on my breasts. He pushes the vibrator inside me slowly, inch by inch, until it sits deep. The fullness feels strange but not unpleasant.

He picks up the remote.

“How does it feel?” he asks, voice husky.

I shift a little, adjusting to the intrusion. “Strange… but good. Very good.”

“Brilliant.”

He presses the button. The toy comes to life inside me with a low, powerful buzz. My eyes fly open and an uncontrolled moan tears from my throat as the vibrations hit every sensitive spot at once.

“Oh… fuck,” I gasp, hips jerking involuntarily.

Tristan watches me with dark satisfaction, adjusting the intensity with the dial. Waves of pleasure roll through me, steady and relentless. My thighs tremble. I grip the sheets, breathing fast.

He leans in and kisses me again, swallowing my next moan. His hand strokes my thigh soothingly even as the vibrator continues its merciless work inside me.

“I’m taking you to dinner tonight,” he says casually, like he is not currently torturing me with pleasure. “Your dress will arrive soon. You have about an hour to prepare.”

I stutter through another wave of sensation, words coming out broken. “But Master… the vibrator… you haven’t removed it.”

He smiles, slow and predatory, turning the dial up just a notch. The stronger vibrations make my back arch and a fresh moan spill from my lips.

“Oh, it stays in the whole night.”

My eyes widen in shock. The pleasure mixed with sudden panic makes my voice come out higher than I intend.

“What?!”