YOURS.

I stepped into the dimly lit room with Trystan walking right behind me. It had been a long night. Talking to strangers and having to smile the entire evening. Well, it was a good thing Trystan decided to leave, because I wasn’t sure I could take another minute of it. Trystan and I had been engaged for about eight months. I had met him at a coffee shop two years ago and had fallen helplessly in love with him ever since. Well, tonight, after the annual Thanksgiving party his parents hosted, my fiance had had a bit too much to drink so I had to do the driving home. 

After stepping Into the room and turning on the lights, I immediately took off the black stiletto heels that had been killing me all evening. Even though I had always liked heels, they didn’t seem to agree with my legs very much. Then I sauntered to the dressing table and started to take off my earrings. I could see Trystan's reflection behind me as he doffed his jacket and shoes and walked over to me. He had trouble undoing his tie so I stood up and began to loosen the knot. Even under the influence of some expensive brand of alcohol only people like his elite family could afford, his brown eyes still bore into me with intent.

He stood still and silent as I unbuttoned his shirt, until finally he spoke. “You forgot.” He said in what was almost a whisper.

   “What?” I asked, eyes still fixed on his shirt as the buttons came undone. It was probably the alcohol talking.

   “I saw you staring,” he smirked, “ At Deckard.”Now these words startled me a little. He wasn’t lying. I was staring.

Deckard was Trystan’s younger brother who ran a fitness center for psychologically challenged teenagers and young adults. He had straight black hair that was usually held back in the sexiest man bun I had seen. Today he had shown up to the party in a gray T-shirt that threatened to rip to shreds with the way his muscles and curves bulged out, and a pair of black jeans. He was quite the looker, and I couldn’t help stealing glances. Sometimes I found myself thinking about running my hands over his body. His arms, his rock hard abs. And tonight, as I stared at him, I wondered which one of these pretty girls he would take home with him. I thought about all the unruly things he would do to them, and it made me hot with a longing. But then, unlike Deckard, Trystan was a man. A man who knew how to take what he wanted when he wanted it.

“You wanted him, didn’t you?” Trystan was flashing a cocky smile now.

   “Trystan, I… “ I tried to speak, but by back was up against the wall before I knew it.

   “Shhh.” He placed a finger over my lips and I gulped hard. “It’s okay. I get it. It’s not your fault” He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, “You just forgot. People forget things all the time. I’ll just have to remind you.”

Goodness, I was trembling at his touch. And then he spoke again. “Hands above your head.” He ordered, and I immediately held my hands up. He reached for the necktie I had just taken off him and bound me by my wrists in a firm knot. Then he reached down and slowly began to pull up my velvet dress, his hand brushing against my thigh and his hot breath fanning my face. “This jog your memory?” he asked without looking at me, his eyes seemed to only speculate what his hands were doing below.

Silence.

I was lost for words at his touch. He was caressing my thighs now and my nipples were erect and poking out beneath the dress. He leaned forward again. This time his lips were on my ear, kissing and tonguing. And I shrunk beneath him, a soft moan escaping my mouth. I was getting hot all over. The son of a bitch knew how to make me yeild in the strangest of ways. His hand slid back to my bum and he rubbed and squeezed as his lips made their way to my neck. Goddammit, it had been two months since he’d given me so much as a finger, and now I could feel his hard dick on me as he kissed my neck and grabbed my butt. I couldn’t help it. I could feel the growing heat and uncontrollable throbbing between my legs and now I was moist and ready for him. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

He slowly pushed my legs apart with his and I was helpless to his whims. And then he pulled away and watched me for a while as I stood there, hands bound above my head, legs parted and my chest heaving as I took hard breaths. His eyes. There was something about them. So unbelievably attractive, yet with a hint of danger to them. His eyes made you think of a wolf cub. Small beautiful and helpless, but deep down predatory and perilous.

“You forgot whose it is, Alicia.” He looked straight into my eyes now and I shook my head, denying his assertion. “Oh, really?” he smiled again and then he leaned back in, this time his eyes were on me and his hands between my thighs. “Tell me then,” he worked his hand on me through my black lace panties, “Whose is it?” I was so busy moaning and gripping the air above me, it was hard to conjure words.

   “Trystan…Mmm…” I gasped. I knew he could tell how wet I was even with my draws in the way. He was doing it again. He was making me lose my senses all over again.

   “What’s that?” he stroked me and I couldn’t help pushing against his fingers. “Oh I see you need a hint.” He said. Then he took his fingers off me and swiveled me around before pulling down my undies. Then he squatted down to pick them off the floor. Then he held them up to his nose and took one big whiff. I could tell the scent of my womanliness had him even more intoxicated than the alcohol did. The he set them down on the table and turned to me. “You were saying?”

   “Tryst…” I tried to speak again but was cut short as his palm landed hard on my buttocks and I let out a startled yet aroused gasp.

   “Go on.” He spanked me again, harder now. And I bit my lip as the beautiful mix of pain and pleasure rushed through me. “Whose is it?” Now he held his fingers to my mouth and I parted my lips to welcome them, sucking and licking. I knew what came next.

He pulled out his wet fingers and I parted my legs just a little more. He slid his index and middle fingers inside my puddle and my knees grew weak. “Fuck!” I moaned. “Ah...Trystan”.  I called out his name between hard breaths and moans and he was stroking me now, his fingers curled inside of me as I pushed against them, drenching them with my juices. He squeezed my nipple and was thrusting his fingers inside me, each stroke feeling better than the last.

“Whose is it, Alicia?” Even when he was bringing me to ecstasy, he still sounded so calm and collected. I could bring myself to fathom how. “Tell me, goddammit.”

   “Yours…it’s…it’s yours.” I was moaning out loud now. With the way he was going, I would explode all over his fingers any minute.

   “Whose?” He sounded a bit more gruff now.

   “Oh, Trystan, It’s yours. All yours.” Somehow a teardrop escaped my eyelids and I could feel the pressure building up inside me. “Trystan, I…I…” I tried to tell him but was too lost in the ecstasy to tell my lover that I was about to drench his fingers with my cum. But he could tell. I knew he could.

   “Go on.” Usually he would have me hold it in and only finish when he said to, but I think he could tell that he’d tortured me enough for tonight. And so with his consent, I let out a loud moan dabbled with unintelligible nonsense as I clawed at the wall and released my hot sticky cumload all over him before sinking to the floor.

Even though I was completely drained, I could see him sticking his soaked fingers into his mouth, refusing to let any of it go to waste. The he bent down to untie my hands and kiss me. I could taste all of it on his lips. Him, the booze, my spunk. So hot and sexy.

“Good girl.” I heard him say as he got off the floor and started to undress. And I knew it. After two long months of waiting. Tonight was the night when I could have him again. The night when I would fuck his brains out.