Chapter 43

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

LAYLA

Tristan swipes an access card over a panel to the private elevator beside the parking spot. When the doors open, he ushers me inside and presses me against the cold, metal wall as he taps the button for his floor. He lifts my hands above my head as he pins me to the wall with his body.

"You did so good for me today," he groans against the side of my neck as he lifts my leg over his hip. He sucks along my neck until I'm moaning and grinding my hips against him. "Patience, mo cuishle. "

The elevator doors open, prompting Tristan to lower my leg and release my hands. We step from the cab into a lavish apartment overlooking all of Manhattan. Windows account for the majority of the outside walls, putting nearly every inch of his apartment on display to the outside world.

My sandals click against the grayish-brown wood floors that appear to span the entire apartment. The walls are either painted a sandy taupe or soft gray, coordinating with the furniture, window fixtures, and area rugs that fill the space. It's crisp and clean, with a distinctly masculine feel.

"Make yourself at home." He gives a tender swat on my ass. "I'll join you in a second.

Tristan disappears down the hall to our right as I walk further into the apartment. My fingers dust over the back of the sofa when I walk past. Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to the terrace on the other side of the windows.

Letting myself outside, I am surprised to find it's nearly as large as my entire apartment. The décor outside mimics that of the inside, with slate-colored tiles and furniture adorned with cream cushions. Traversing the terrace, I pass a gas fire pit with a handful of chairs circling it, a few scattered chairs arranged for private conversations, and a chaise made for two as I make my way toward the glass railing.

Leaning against it with the light breeze blowing against my face, I take in the magnificent view of the moonlit city skyline.

"I thought this was where I'd find you." Tristan places his hands beside mine on the rail as he cages me in.

"This is just amazing," I exhale.

He pulls the spaghetti strap of my dress off my shoulder and replaces it with his lips. Peppering kisses over my skin, he gravelly whispers, "I liked when you called me Sir today."

His lips continue to trail over my neck as he removes the other strap, his hot breath teasing my skin. "You want to be a good girl for your sir, don't you? "

"Yes," I swallow hard, feeling his fingers tug as the small zipper that runs up the back of my dress, knowing that when he does, I'll be left bare before the city.

He leisurely lowers the zipper to my dress, and my eyes dart around to the buildings surrounding us. Goosebumps prickle over my skin, the nervous excitement from the possibility of the number of people who could see us. His hand, and the zipper, reach the small of my back, and with a slight nudge from Tristan, my dress lands in a pool around my feet.

"Get on your knees and show me what a good girl you are," he demands as he steps back from me. I turn to face him, finding that he had rid himself of his shirt and shoes before he joined me. My eyes roam over the ink swirling his torso, and he places a soft hand on my shoulder. "On your knees."

I lower myself to the tiles beneath me and stare up at his body as he beams down at me with pride. The pad of his thumb rubs against my lower lip, and I try to tease it with my tongue. Giving me what I want, he presses his thumb into my mouth, and I wrap my lips around it. He massages it against my tongue as I suck and stare into his eyes.

"Do you want my cock?" he asks, and I nod around his thumb. Slowly pulling from me, he replaces his thumb with his middle and ring finger. He rubs them over my tongue and toward my throat. "If you want my cock, undo my pants and take it out."

I moan around his fingers as mine work to undo his belt and lower his zipper. His pants fall to his thighs, and his semi-hard length falls free. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I lift him to my mouth as he withdraws his fingers .

"Take what you can." He rubs his damp fingers along my jaw, encouraging me. I slide his thick head between my lips and drag the smooth skin along my tongue as suck more of him into my mouth. Holding most of him in my hands, I bob over his head and a few inches of his shaft.

"You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock," he pants between moans as I continue to take him in my mouth. Lightly gripping my chin, he pulls his length from my mouth and urges me to my feet. "I want to thank you for being so good for me, and I can't do that if I spill all over your tongue. Get on the chaise and put that gorgeous ass in the air."

Turning from him, I immediately spot the wand laying on the cushion covering the chaise. "Sir?" I mutter, climbing onto the bed and getting into the position he requested.

"Relax. It can be as enjoyable as it can be painful." He rubs his hand over my ass as he climbs onto the bed behind me. "Spread your legs nice and wide, and let me show you how I treat my good fucking girl."

Tristan lifts the wand from beside me and spits on before flipping it on. He presses between my legs, and while it is a deep, buzzing vibration, it is much softer than last time. It taps against my clit as he teases me with it, and I push my ass back, trying to get more.

He rubs it over my pussy and holds it to my entrance for a moment before returning it to my clit. Slick with my arousal, he rubs the head against me, and the vibrations rattle against my clit and through my pussy until my thighs are trembling .

He hasn't said anything, but I'm trying desperately not to come. Waiting for him to let me. I writhe against the wand and whimper, trying desperately to wait. His hand rubs along my back, and he asks, "Is my good little girl waiting for permission to come?"

"Yes," I pant before begging, "Please."

"You can come." When he grants me permission, the trembling in my thighs and vibrations in pussy shoot through my entire body as I cry out in pleasure.

"Good girl." He flips off the wand and drops it onto the cushion beside me. Roughly plunging two fingers inside of me, he groans and the noise goes straight to my core. "You don't need permission tonight. I want you to come as much as you want."

His fingers thrust vigorously into my pussy, rubbing against every tender spot inside me. I claw at the cushion beneath me and bury my face into it as he demands that I come again.

My moan is muffled by the cushion. "Tristan."