Page 52 of Three Bites

“I see,” Matthias helped me get to my feet and in the small space of the stall we were so very close, pressed together. “Have fun. And Vic? Tell me all about it later.”

I made my way to Tristan’s office the moment we were back home. He was sitting behind his big oak desk and comparing notes but the moment I walked in the door all that razor-sharp attention settled on me. I made sure my high heels clicked on the hardwood floor as I made my way closer.

“Do you like your investment?” I said, tilting my head just right to expose my neck.

The ruby earrings were pretty but it was really the necklace that was the crown jewel here.

The shocked breath Tristan took at the sight of the bloody necklace circling my neck was immensely satisfying. Tristan’s eyes took in the four rows of white pearls and fixated hungrily on the part at the front where the pearls were stained crimson and rubies dripped down in strings of red in imitation of blood dripping from my neck.

The vampire half stood from his seat, made feral by my provocation.

“Come here,” his voice had a quality to it, a certain pull, as if he was resisting using his powers on me and losing the battle, as his wits were scattered around him.

My steps led me to the desk and I leaned over it. The moment I was close enough Tristan reached out a hand to caress the necklace, then followed his fingers with his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick at the bloody pearls. It wasn’t real blood but Tristan still groaned.

I had a feeling he was in awe of how beautiful I looked, adorned with the bloody necklace. Tristan was almost hypnotized, spellbound by my choice of jewelry.

Affecting him like this was glorious. I shivered with anticipation at what he was going to do to me for this stunt.

“Enchanting. Victoria, are you trying to drive me mad? If so, you had succeeded,” Tristan pressed two fingers under the choker, making it even tighter. "But those pretty earrings and the necklace weren't the only things you bought for yourself. Show me the other one," Tristan demanded.

"Say please and maybe I will," I purred.

His eyes flashed.

"You know, I don't need your purchase," Tristan said, unbothered by my taunt. "Because I have a whole chest of toys I can use on you. If you are a good girl maybe someday I will show you what's waiting for you in there."

Fuck, he had me.

I set the box I took with me on the table in front of Tristan, but he didn’t reach for it.

“I said: show me,” he said with steely expectation in his tone.

My sharp breath in reverberated through the room. Under his fiery gaze, I opened the box and pulled out the toy. A big, purple cock. A ribbed, vibrating dildo.

“I see you couldn’t resist taking a peek. Did you use it, darling? Were you a naughty girl?” Tristan asked, noticing the dildo was already cleaned and the batteries were put in.

I shook my head.

“I just wanted to look at it.”

“Did you imagine riding it during your business meeting?”

I shook my head again but the way I licked my lips had to reveal I was skimming the truth because Tristan raised his elegant eyebrow at me.

“Not during the meeting. But after,” I admitted with a blush. “I sucked Matthias off in the company’s bathroom.”

“Hmm, I can’t decide if that was you being a naughty girl or a good girl,” Tristan grinned. “How about you try out this toy while I think on it?”

“You aren’t going to...?” I said with embarrassed yearning but then I noticed his hand reached for the remote and my eyes blew wide.

Oh yes, if he wanted a show I was going to give him one.

I could have moved this to the bedroom but why bother when Tristan’s office had such a big desk just perfect to sprawl on?

The tight business suit that clung to me like a second skin suddenly felt too small and I shed it quickly, eager to show what was underneath.

“Oh, Victoria, you have dressed like this to the company meeting?” Tristan asked, his voice getting lower at the sight of my lingerie. The intense red color of it was like a flag waved at a bull. The color matched the bloody rubies of my necklace perfectly. Tristan’s right hand clenched on the sidebar of his chair when I got onto his desk and swung my legs over the edge, bracketing him between them.

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