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taken with strength, to be
drummed against until I came, allowing me to release all the
pent-up exhilaration that almost hurt with its
intensity.
    But Tristan was determined to make me
wait, to keep me excruciatingly aware of who was boss in the
bedroom. If you’ve never had a man who looked at you with a
confusing combination of love and ruthlessness, then I can’t
explain the stomach-churning emotion I was feeling right then. And
I kept my place as the obedient submissive, accepting what my
master deemed I may have.
    But gosh, how I wanted more.
    He slid into the body I had given him,
his possession until our lovemaking was through. I lay there
quietly, trembling, crying with need as he crept further and
further in. I wanted to groan with relief when he finally reached
the end, our bodies at last pressed as close together as they were
allowed. The pleasurable pressure of his cock greeting my cervix
had me bright with impending climax once more, and a slow
convulsion waxed and waned in my pussy. Tristan’s eyebrows
lifted.

    “You will wait for my permission, sub,”
he warned, his voice cold. A hard palm smacked the side of one
breast, which only got me hotter. But I made myself go utterly
still. Control, I coached silently. Control it.
    Tristan propped himself up on his
hands, like he was about to do pushups over me. He looked down,
down to where our bodies became one. He began to draw himself out,
watching as he emerged shiny wet with my juices.
    He took me slowly, watching his cock
spear my pussy over and over. I watched too, loving how he stabbed
in and out, taking me so completely, possessing me as a man was
made to possess a woman.
    I am a strong-willed person, someone
who likes complete and utter control of her life outside of the
bedroom. There is nothing submissive about me when sex isn’t
involved. But there are times when I think what it would be to give
myself over to a man in every aspect, to let him hold sway over my
life. It has only happened with a handful of men, and maybe only a
dozen times in my thirty-five years. This was one of those
times.
    I’m no doormat. But Tristan is so
commanding, so masterful, so safe, that right now I thought of
kneeling at his feet as he conducted business, of following in his
wake, of anticipating and fulfilling his every need. I trusted and
loved him that much that the thought teased me for a few seconds,
wondering what it would be like to serve him at all
times.
    Lust does some crazy stuff to my head
every now and then. But all I had to do to snap out of it was
remember that he’s a vampire half his afterlife. We will now return
you to your regular Brandilynn, already back in
progress.
    Tristan continued the slow taking,
drawing in and out to make me feel every excruciating moment of
intrusion and retreat. His muscles were corded, letting me know he
wouldn’t be able to maintain the torment much longer. Soon his lust
would take over, forcing him to take me hard and fast, allowing us
both glorious dissolution. I only had to retain control until his
need matched mine. But I was still on the brink, so close that the
slightest thing could undo me.
    “Not yet,” he growled at me, intuiting
as always my level of arousal. I chewed on the tie gagging me,
fighting to keep whimpered pleas from creeping out to displease
him.
    We were engaged in a united battle of
wills against our bodies now, both of us determined to make me
prove my obedience to Tristan. I could see the concentration on my
lover’s face as he tortured himself as much as me by making himself
hold back. Need worked his face as he took me. Small moans escaped
him with every breath.
    I was being stretched to the breaking
point, clammy sweat breaking out over my skin as I held off with
all I had. Feeling Tristan moving in and out, the friction lighting
sparks that threatened to send me over, was delicious and terrible
all at once. And I had no choice but to keep my legs splayed wide
open to accept his