Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) (24 page)

I shake all over. My orgasm comes back, tightening my ass around the firmly inserted plug. Waves of delight travel outward to my fingertips and toes.

He stays there, lapping my juice, slurping it like he's been living in a desert and needs its flow for sustenance.

I moan at the joy of being the vessel that quenches his thirst.

His tongue darts around in a million wonderful places, electrifying an army of tingles that spread outward. Every once in a while, he visits the stretched edge of my backdoor where it hugs the plug and dabbles for a minute before returning to my puss to create new joy.

"There have been other men in my pussy," he says.

I freeze.

How can he tell? Should I say anything?

"How many?" he says.

"Two, mentor," I say.

There is a long silence. I become fearful.

"Did they mean anything to you?"

"No, mentor."

"Was one of them your ex?"

"No, mentor. That's completely over."

"Did you use protection?" he says.

"Yes, mentor. I'm on the pill too."

"We had no agreement to continue," he says. "So I cannot punish you for that."

Then I feel his hands on my chin. Then again as they lift the blindfold. The red and blue lights, dim as they are, seem to be all anyone would ever need.

He roughly grabs my neck and turns my face toward his. For the first time in so long I see the full beauty of his carved chin, his magnetic eyes, and the forest of messy hair in which I want to live.

As we look deep into each other's eyes, he tightens his grip on my neck.

"But from now on," he says, "nobody touches my pussy but me. Understand?"

Such sweeter words were never spoken.

"Yes, mentor", I say with complete conviction.

"Your pussy, your ass, your lips, your body... they all belong to me. I will do with them as I please."

I tremble with delight. I want to scream.

"Yes, mentor," I say.

"If I wish to lick you to the edge of orgasm without allowing you to come, then I shall do just that."

"Yes, mentor."

"If I want you to come at any time, then you will stop what you're doing and come. It is your place to please me. You will come in the manner in which I choose."

"Yes, mentor."

"If you are at work and I tell you to masturbate, you must do so at your first opportunity, and in the manner of my choosing. But of course I won't be unreasonable."

"Yes, mentor."

"Then there will be other times."

Other times? Where is he going?

"There will be other times that I will do different things to you."

He doesn't say anything for a minute. A bold moment overcomes me.

"What kind of other things, mentor?" I said.

"Other things on which I need to work on. Other things on which I need... your help."

"Help?" I say.

"Yes, it seems that I too... need... your help. Some..." He laughed. "...
training
, you might call it."

"Training?"

"Yes, training. Meghan, I am a self-made billionaire. The world caves to my command. I do what other men can only talk about doing. I'm smarter than them. I'm faster than them. I dance in circles around them while they dream. But there is one person I cannot control. And it really pisses me off. It was recently pointed out to me by someone I care about that if I do not get this person to follow my commands, then all I have done is worthless. Do you know who this person is, Meghan?"

"Yes, mentor," I say. "I do."

"Who?"

"Your own self, mentor."

"You are very smart, Meghan. There is a side of me I tried to kill a long time ago. I thought I had succeeded. But I met someone recently who has stirred up that side of me. And now I realize I need to allow her to help me get it back. If I don't, I will destroy all that I've created." He's struggling to speak now, coughing out his words in guttural grunts. "I... need... you. I need you... to... help... me."

"I will help you, mentor."

"I know you will."

He touches my hair and lifts it up from my face. Then he kisses me softly on my lips. A kiss like none other he has given me so far. A tender one, full of promise.

Then he is gone out of my sight. I hear a clink. Then one wrist is free. Then the other.

I can't help myself. I throw my arms around him. He returns the favor and kisses me fully, caressing my tongue with his.

All his venomous and brutal energy is transformed into a melting passion. I get a flashback to Jake. This is what it was like... a sense of true belonging...

But this is much better.

He pulls back from me and smiles. I smile back. Our eyes meet and in silent surrender we confirm our destiny together.

Then, in an instant, the Tristan I know is back. He grabs my wrists and holds them together. He spins me around and ties them together with rope.

Where did the fucking rope come from?

"Seeing as you figured out how to get here, no need to blindfold you on the way back."

"Way back?" I said as he pushed me toward the door. "What about my clothes?"

"You won't need them. Besides, they're in pieces."

"But I---"

"Silence!" he says as he grabs my purse and pushes me toward the door.

When the big door opens, the light seems blinding. It only gets brighter as we go up the cold staircase.

He pushes me with force left and right, twisting my wrists as we get to the iron door. We go down the steps on the other side and through the secret door. We are back at the short hallway in front of the former fitness room.

Then he unties my wrists and pushes me into the glass room. I trip and end up on the hardwood floor. The blinding summer sun lights us up in its magnificence.

Tristan closes the door to the secret passage. Then he tosses the rope to one side. He moves toward me and spreads his arms out.

"Meghan," he says, "I'm yours."

I leap forward and tear off his shirt. The buttons go airborne, flicking into several windows.

I lick his chest. The hard muscles flex under my touch as I pull his shirt away from him.

He remains standing there as I devour his torso, biting parts as I go. I'm in some sort of frenzy, like I want to eat and digest him.

He just keeps standing there, completely still, as I get his pants undone. Down they go.

I don't wait until he kicks them away. I dive onto his seemingly always-erect cock with the full force of my suction. I take him deep inside my mouth as my fingernails dig into his naked buttocks.

I pause and lick his balls, stroking his hardness with my right hand. I dip my tongue behind his balls and press into his taint. He groans.

Then I stand up, place my hands on his shoulders, and pull myself up. I wrap my legs around his back, climbing up him like a tree.

Our faces meet and he just looks deeply and...
innocently?
... into my eyes. I kiss him and he returns it, our tongues united.

I dip myself down until I feel his cock near my pussy. I stop kissing him, look into his eyes, and I growl like an animal.

He gets my message. He shifts and allows me to fall pussy-first onto his dick.

Boom!

He's inside me.

Oh, God, so good!

Then his powerful arms lift me up, just enough to get his tip to my opening. Then he lets me fall back down again. Then up.

With his strength, he uses my body as a large masturbation glove, fucking me and getting an arm workout at the same time.

Then he walks forward, still fucking me, until I am pressed up against the window. All around me is rocks, sky, and ocean.

He fucks me harder. I feel his tip hitting my cervix. He's a fucking monster with that thing, but I love it.

He leans into me and licks the side of my neck as he pounds me. I smash my fists on his back in sheer joy. My ass grips the plug, moving it back and forth deep inside me. Then he presses his tongue back into my mouth, slamming my head into the sturdy glass of the window. Feels like I'm getting fucked by three guys as all my points of entry are jammed hard.

In a sudden move, he grabs my hips and pulls them tight into himself as he purposely falls backward and I land on top of him.

He pummels me from below. Now that I have more control, I do my part. I slam myself onto his cock like I'm trying to get the tip to come out of my throat.

Then I go full porn star on him, putting my feet on the floor and bouncing on his shaft cowgirl-style. In many ways, I feel like I'm fucking him instead of the other way around. Maybe he's allowing me to.

Then, as if he heard my thought and didn't like it, he flips us around and I'm on my back.

With primal power, he pushes the back of my thighs as far into me as he can. Covered in sweat now, he rams my pussy. She takes it like a trooper, having wanted it for so long.

Then I see it.

The beast rears its ugly head.

His expression changes into something frightful.

Folly
returns to the forefront of my mind again as he hammer drills me.

But no.

He needs my help.

"Tristan," I say. "I want you to listen to me."

He just grunts as the prehistoric beast inside fucks away.

"Tristan, when I tell you to, you are going to come inside me."

Another grunt. More pounding.

I feel a shared intensity of purpose, a meeting in the middle.

My own orgasm is rising too, my ass and pussy sharing their abuse and lighting my clit on fire.

"I can't come unless you tell me to, mentor", I say. "You need to tell me to come. But at the same time, I... am going to tell
you
... to come."

My boldness increases in its power. It radiates from within me. I feel like more of a woman than I have ever felt.

"And when I tell you to come for me, mentor, you will come. You will launch your seed into me."

He just grunts, now flailing his arms around a little. Shit, here comes the out-of-control part.

I get a flashback to the photo Nikki showed me of the abandoned house in Elgin, Ohio. Whatever happened in that house... and I'm not sure I ever want to know... is back here with me in this room. In his eyes. He sees it.

But it's up to me to get him past it and through it.

And if I die trying, then I die trying. There is no folly in this.

The dark animal inside raises his hands above his head. His mouth foams. He screams like an animal as he viciously fucks me into oblivion.

My fear, combined with the brutality of it all, has brought my orgasm right to the edge and I know....

It's now or never.

"Tell me to come, mentor", I say.

He doesn't hear me. He just keeps fucking wildly. I'm definitely feeling some pain now along with the orgasm on edge.

I grab his shoulders and steady him, looking directly into his eyes, which I'm not sure are seeing me.

"Tell me to come, mentor!"

He just screams.

That's it, I'm going to die. The coroner's report will read
fucked to death.

"MENTOR!" I say, "TELL... ME... TO... COME!!!"

"COME FOR ME!" we both say together.

A blood-curdling sound roars out of his mouth as he gyrates and shakes in an unearthly frenzy.

I come in a torrent of streaming squirting madness. I scream and arch my back as the butt plug goes flying out of me across the hardwood floor.

He keeps thrusting, but they are thrusts of passion and joy. I see the human return to his face and I know... I just know... I'm being filled with his warm white fluid.

Once the storm fades, he allows his head to fall down to my breasts. He is gasping for breath.

I look up at the deep blue summer sky and thank God for all my blessings. I feel more truly alive than I have ever felt.

He makes an odd noise and turns his head to look up at me. He is smiling. The noise is laughter.

He just keeps on laughing, then straightens himself up and pulls out of me.

I get up on my elbows and reach down to my pussy, putting my fingers inside my poor abused girl. I find what I'm looking for. Out come my fingers, and a handful of white gooiness.

I bring it up to my mouth and dip my tongue into my palm. It tastes even better than I thought. I slurp it, taking it into my mouth one droplet at a time, swishing it around my teeth. I chew the viscous parts, imagining the millions of sperm floating around my mouth.

Then his lips are on top of mine and his tongue is in my mouth, relishing his own fluids with me. Together. After coming together. And now we are together.