I’m trying really hard to focus on organizing my class schedule, but gifts keep arriving. It has been a week since my first time with Tristan. Since then, we’ve been meeting at the suite every night at nine o’clock…and I’ve never been so happy. So cherished and safe and excited to wake up in the mo
Now, I roll over onto my back and let the silk material of my robe fall open. “Big Daddy,” I whisper into the receiver. “I miss you.” His breath is unsteady in my ear. “I miss you, too, baby. Did you get your presents?” “Yes. Thank you, Tristan, they’re beautiful. My favorite is the emerald cockta
Tristan has an armed guard meet me downstairs in the lobby this time. I’m escorted upstairs and no one is allowed into the elevator with me. I know he’s just ensuring my safety, but I wonder if he’s aware of how hot it makes me all over, how coveted his protectiveness makes me feel. I’m all but me
Smile fading, I nod, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I worry. A lot,” I whisper. Wetting my lips, I search for an explanation. “For you, mostly. You work harder than anyone. I was little, my father’s business partner would come to the house for dinner once a week. Bunton was in his fifties, a sweet m
I try to close my thighs, but he holds them open, pulling my skirt higher until it’s almost exposing my panties. “H-how?” His breath saws in and out against my ear. “Just play with it a little. You can do that for Daddy, can’t you?” His middle finger presses to my entrance through the barrier of my
Maybe this relationship really is all about sex. Maybe I’m expected to shut my mouth and take what he gives me. Be happy with it. Screw that. Coming forward on my knees, I reach between Tristan’s thighs and unzip his pants. He didn’t have time to pull up his briefs, so his swollen manhood bobs fr
Something is wrong. The first couple days of my business trip, Lia is her usual, incredible self when I call her at night or between meetings. Her voice is soft and inviting in my ear, she tells me she misses me, asks if I’m taking stress breaks. Late at night, she sends me mirror selfies from our
John claps me on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy. Ready to go?” I turn to find Lia’s father there, looking oddly nervous, his cart idling behind him. Given no choice, I nod. “Yeah,” I grunt, taking a seat in the passenger side. “Let’s go.” At the very least, this round of golf will give me a chance to e