Page 11 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One

“Yes,” she whimpered, presenting her ass to me again.

Smack!

“You like this, Princess?”

SONIA

Smack!

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” I panted.

Tristen continued to slap my ass before rubbing my cheek to soothe the burn. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but the sensations were going straight to my clit.

Tristen’s fingers moved between my ass cheeks. I froze as the tip of his finger gently touched my asshole. I had a moment of fear, deluded into thinking I was safe. It was irrational to be frightened, but for the first time, I was hesitant.

A cold chill brushed my skin. I could no longer feel Tristen’s touch. I was about to turn when he lifted me and cradled me to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice no longer authoritative. “Sweetheart, you're shaking.”

Tristen’s strong hands smoothed my hair as he brushed his lips against my temple. “Please say something, Sonia. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I thought you were into it, the way you were reacting to the spanking. I was just teasing. I promise I would never do anything you didn’t want or were uncomfortable with. Baby, please say something. I’m begging you.”

I wasn’t sure what shocked me more, that Tristen Watt was so sweet and caring or that he was sweet and caring toward me. I knew he was attracted to me, but the way he held me so close to his chest, his tight embrace a shield, sheltering me from anything that could harm me, made me feel like I was the most precious thing in the world. “I’m okay."

Tristen peppered kisses on my face. His lips trailed from my forehead to my ear, my jawline, the hollow of my neck. His kisses were soft, but they felt desperate. They were kisses of longing and passion. They were the kisses you sighed over in Hollywood romance films. Kisses that made you daydream about a man loving you so much that his lips painted a portrait on your skin. That’s what it was. Tristen was opening his heart to me.

“I’m such a fuckin’ asshole.”

I pushed Tristen gently as I glanced up at his face. His eyes were distant, not the usual ice blue that burned my soul, but more like a calm ocean. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I scared you. I never want to scare you. I want you to know that you're completely safe with me. I know I’m an asshole, Sonia. I know I tend to scare people, and I like that about myself. When people are scared of you, they keep their distance. They don’t fuck with you. But with you…”

“With me?” I prompt when he trails off.

“With you, I’d rather die than have you scared of me for even one moment. I need you to know that I’d rather die than have you scared of me. I’ll never hurt you, Sonia. Never.” Tristen placed his hands on my face, his eyes burning into mine. “I need you to know that.”

“I’m not scared of you, Tristen. I’ve never been scared of you.”

“But just now, how you reacted...”

“I want to please you. It turns me on to please you. I get off on it. It makes me wet when you’re a little rough or say dirty things. I liked all of it. I’m unsure about some things, but maybe it'll be different with time.”

Tristen laughed. It sounded like relief. “Baby, I know we aren’t ready for that. I promise I won’t push you into something you aren’t ready for. I want to learn your body and become the master of your desires.”

I smiled. “You don’t have much work to do.”

Tristen smirked, taking my earlobe between his teeth and tugging gently. “I have a feeling you’ll always make me work, sweetheart, but I’m happy to put in the time to please you.”

Tristen stood with me still cradled to his chest. I felt so small in his arms. I sighed into his chest, letting it all soak in. He walked straight to my bathroom and gently placed me on the bench.

“What are you doin’?”

Tristen turned on the tap, testing the water. “I’m running you a bath.”

“I got that part. You gonna get in with me?”

“That was the plan. Do you have any bubble bath?”