Tristan walked back into the house from her skinny dip in the pool, wondering if he was off the phone yet. As she’d been walking into the house earlier, the phone had rang, it had been Brooke, of course. She seemed to have the most uncanny sense of calling whenever Tristan was at his house, like she knew something was going on. The first night when she’d gone over, Nick had been on the phone with her then, too, convincing her not to press charges over a “silly cat fight”. Thankfully, he’d been able to talk her out of it… and he and Tristan had had one hell of a wild night together. Since that first night, every time she came over, things were always pretty wild. She wondered what he’d have in mind this time. She loved the way she felt when she was with him- totally unlike herself… like she really was the ‘bad girl’ he thought she was. He seemed to bring out something in her that she’d never really known was there, or how powerful it was.
Tristan went up the steps into to his bedroom, flinging the door open and walking in, surprised out how dark it was. She went to flip on the light and her mouth dropped open in shock of what she saw- Nick laying on the bed, smirking- leather straps and a blindfold. She stopped at the end of the bed, “And just who are those for?”
He tossed the things at her, “Thought we could see if you get off on power trips…”
Tristan climbed onto the bed with him, first tying the blindfold over his eyes and then securing his wrists to the headboard with the thick leather straps.
Nick was completely turned on by the prospect of being dominated by her. He’d never willingly given up control to anyone else before-he’d never done most of the things they tried- and the very idea of it excited him to no end. He loved the things he did with Tristan – things he’d always wanted to try, but had never been comfortable enough to ask Brooke to do- but it was okay with Tristan.. she was willing to try anything… and always seemed to enjoy what they were doing as much as he did.
Tristan didn’t even know where to begin- there were entirely too many possibilities. Smear him down with honey and lick it off of him very slowly? Tease his cock until he wanted her so badly he hurt? She couldn’t believe he was actually surrendering himself like this… but she liked it the power felt very sexy to her.
She got off the bed and walked across the room to look at him. She just gazed at him for a few minutes, then crossed back to the bed, biting her lip. The sight was so erotic- him looking vulnerable, just waiting for whatever she’d do to him. She crawled between his legs, spreading them slightly apart and kneeling just between his knees. She leaned down, her head against his thigh, her nose just barely nuzzling at his balls, making him growl. “You like that?” she asked.
Nick was already breathing hard, every nerve in his body wired with anticipation. “I need… god.. I need more than that, Tristan!”
“You’ll get more when I give you more.” She said, a little surprised at her own answer. Maybe she could really get into this. She shifted her body, moving to kneel beside him, and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I don’t think you have any idea how sexy you look now…. Or how hot you’re making me… seeing you like this…”
Nick unintentionally squirmed a little, loving the position he was in and hating it at the same time. He knew having her in control would be sexy as all hell, but being completely at her mercy was both scary and exciting at the same time.
“Do you want me, Nick?”
“YES!” The force of his answer startled him, but he wanted her so badly- not being able to see her, and having to rely solely on what he could hear and feel- was quickly becoming too much to fight.
Tristan rearranged herself again, sitting on his stomach, further teasing him with the warmth and wetness he could feel on his skin- radiating from the place he wanted to be the most. She slowly trailed her nails across his chest, pausing to pinch his nipples and make him hiss at the sharp pinch of pain. “How do you want me, Nick? Do you want to cum in my mouth? Or do you want my pussy all tight around you?” She never really could believe the things that would come out of her mouth when she was with him.
Either option sounded like Heaven to him, but he felt like he barely had the strength to answer her… he seemed to be so desperately restraining himself, all his concentration focused on not letting his body give in to her before he was ready for it to.
“Nick! You’re not answering me!” Tristan punctuated her exclamation by reaching around her back to firmly grasp his cock.
Nick groaned at the touch of her fingers on his aching cock. This was absolute torture. “I need… I need…” He couldn’t even get the words to come out- he was so overcome by a rush of emotions he wasn’t used to- causing them, yes, but feeling them, no- complete lust and longing.
Tristan couldn’t stand it any more, she wanted to feel him as badly as he seemed to need her. She leaned down to kiss him, first tracing his lips with her tongue and then forcefully deepened the kiss, her tongue fighting with his as his body writhed underneath her. She raised up and slid backwards, lifting herself off his body just long enough to guide him inside her and sink down onto him, causing Nick to moan in ecstasy and relief.
Every feeling seemed intensified hundreds of times over to Nick, trapped in darkness and confines, but the tightness of her pussy, the sounds of her breathing and soft touches of her hands were all magnified, made greater, by his heightened senses.
Tristan had a feeling Nick wasn’t going to last very long, as excited as it looked… and felt… like he was… but she wasn’t worried.. she could practically feel her orgasm building already- the power rush was getting her off just as much as seeing Nick helpless was. She began to move against him- letting his cock slip nearly out of her before plunging back down on him- making them both cry out for the other every time he’d be deep inside her again.
“Tris… I need… see… touch… you…” Nick felt like he was nearly ready to explode- he couldn’t think straight… couldn’t feel anything but her, and he loved it.
Tristan reached to take the blindfold off, tossing it aside, smiling at the absolutely crazed look in his eyes. She continued rocking back and forth, while trying to untie the leather bonds keeping his wrists immobilized. Finally she had to stop her movements, looking him right in the eye, she said, “When I take these off, remember who’s in control.”
Nick nodded, like he really wanted to fight with her on this. And he knew that later… he’d give it back to her.. everything she’d done to him and then some. He’d never hurt her.. but he’d play with her… possess her over and over again.. just as she was doing with him… fully taking his body and mind under her total control.
Tristan put her hands on either side of his head and began moving rapidly, thrusting up and down on him, her release so close she could feel her heart pounding in her chest and the flush beginning to creep through her body.
Nick could take no more of it- suddenly everything was too much, too good, and his hips thrust up, a low growl escaped his throat and he came hard, his whole body shuddering from the force of his release.
Feeling him was all Tristan needed- her own body was overcome with waves of pleasure, every cell in her body responding to the euphoria. She shrieked Nick’s name and collapsed on his chest, breathing hard.
They held each other, still quivering as their bodies struggled to recover. Tristan raised up to look at Nick- his forehead moist with beads of sweat, eyes closed.
Getting the feeling, she was watching him, he opened his eyes and smiled at her. He chuckled, “Somehow I knew you’d like that.”
Tristan blushed a little, “I think I surprised myself.”
Just as Nick started to say something else, the phone rang again. “Dammit..” He picked up the phone, annoyed, “Hello?… What?… Why?… Brooke.. we don’t have to spend every waking moment together….”
As Nick argued with Brooke, Tristan slipped out of bed and started to get dressed, having the feeling that something was up. She was pulling her shirt over her head when she heard Nick yelp, “You’re WHERE?” She turned around to look at him and he tried to gesture something to her that she couldn’t quite understand, but figured from his reaction she was probably somewhere pretty close. She pulled on her shoes and waited for him to get off the phone.
“Fine… I’ll see you in a few…” He slammed down the phone and scrambled out of bed. “She’s on her way over, she thinks something is going on…”
“I picked up on that… I’m going… call me.. or.. something later…” she said, starting to walk out of the room.
Nick reached out, just grabbing her wrist and pulled her back to him and kissing her hard. “You’re awesome.”
She smiled at him. “I know… now get rid of the blindfold and the straps before she gets here.” She said, running down the steps and out the door.