Page 53 of Three Bites

He had a perfect view of my lacy panties and bra as I reached for the dildo and slid it over my body, directing his gaze from my neck, over my breasts and taut stomach, then down, down, down, until I was rocking against the purple monstrosity through the red fabric.

“It made me feel, ah! More confident in myself. All those men looking at me and not knowing what lay underneath my pristine clothes.”

“Such a wicked kitten,” Tristan said with approval. “Now, I want my other purchase to be put to good use. Put it in, sweetheart.”

I yelped as the dildo in my hands came to life, vibrating just for a moment, sending shocks through my pussy, before it went still once more.

Feeling that vibrating inside of me was going to destroy me. I wanted that. I wanted it now, so I pulled the skimpy lingerie to the side and revealed my wet pussy. My arousal churned in me from the moment I was back at the Russet Mansion and decided to visit Tristan and I was already dripping. Even so, the first press of the purple cock between my folds, slipping inside of me, took my breath away. The rigid solidity of the silicone toy was different from a real cock but, in this instance, mixed with the inhumane ridges spiraling along the purple surface, it only added to my enjoyment. The flared head slid in with a pop and I looked between my legs to observe with anticipation as the first ridge approached my entrance. It was only a small bump but when it repeated twice, thrice, five times, the sensation magnified. The ridges stimulated all the sensitive areas not only at the start but also when the dildo pressed inside, reaching deep, until there was no more space left in me.

I whimpered when I pushed on the base and the fake cock didn’t budge.

Before I could pull it out Tristan spoke.

“You are a delightful sight, Victoria. But I can make your expression even better.”

My legs spasmed when Tristan turned the vibrator on again. I hoped that open-mouthed breathless shout was the expression he wanted to see because that was what he got. My mouth opened around my moans as the vibrations found my very core, creating a feedback of lust-bliss-pleasure from deep inside of me. Breath shuddered out of me in a shaky exhale as pulling the cock out proved to be even more intense than putting it in. The ridges caught before popping out one by one, providing a novel sensation of my opening being stretched then closingaround the girth of the dildo before the experience repeated in a maddeningly quick succession. I got lost in the rhythm of push and pull until Tristan called me back to Earth.

“That’s it, look at you, squirming on top of my desk. You know, Victoria, I have made my decision. You have been both a good girl and a naughty one. As your reward, I will let you come. But for your punishment... it will be on the highest setting.”

The new strength of the vibrations slammed into me without mercy. My body arched into a bow and only Tristan’s hands on my legs kept me from falling off the desk. I squirmed, writhed, not knowing if I wanted the invading vibrating cock out or for it to never stop. Sweat dripped down my brow as my noises started to sound less human when the intense sensation turned me into a mindless beast as I chased my orgasm. I was only half aware of Tristan cooing sweet nothings as he stood up, towering over me, claiming control over me both with his body and the tiny instrument of doom that controlled how I was wrecked.

I couldn’t last long against such an onslaught, especially when Tristan took hold of the base of the purple dildo and slammed it inside of me, driving the vibrating head in as far as it would go.

“Mmm... mngh!” I whimpered and shuddered, squeezing around the devilish dildo as I came. Tristan gentled me through my climax, turning the maddening vibrations off and rocking the cock slowly in and out until I gasped like a fish out of water when my orgasm turned to oversensitivity.

I slumped back against the desk, a hand over my eyes as I panted after Tristan pulled the dildo out and set it to the side. My mind swam in endorphins and the exertion of being strung tight like a bow and played like a violin so I noticed Tristan was up to something only when we returned back to his seat with a smile that spelled mischief.

When he helped me get off the desk I followed his lead only to be turned around and pressed against the polished woodensurface. Then I saw it. Tristan’s phone trained on me with a video call to Theo already connecting.

I froze, as Theo blinked at the sight that greeted him, his mouth open. He quickly looked to both sides and scurried somewhere more private but he didn’t drop the call.

“Victoria wanted to show you her new jewelry,” Tristan said smugly.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Theo groaned, his face red. “How am I supposed to concentrate at work after this sight? That necklace... Victoria, I want to rip it off and watch all those pearls scatter before I bite into your neck, recreating that bloody waterfall.”

Tristan touched the necklace possessively, making the rubies glint in the light of the office as they dangled enticingly, trailing down my neck. “This necklace is too pretty to destroy. Now, Theo, you should be grateful. Victoria looks particularly splendid today so I didn’t want you to miss out.”

The bastard was using Theo as an extension of his power over me. It didn’t get me hot. Not at all. Nope. The stirrings of a new heat in my belly were completely unrelated.

“How was the trip? Did the client give you any trouble?” Tristan asked just as I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered.

“Just a bit. He had some choice words about how our Sanguine handled the situation but I persuaded him to...”

Were they really going to talk business while Tristan fucked me?

As a thick, hot length pressed into me, making me groan, I discovered the answer was yes. The words over my head quickly became an incomprehensible jumble of syllables as Tristan set a hard rhythm from the get-go, pulling staccato moans from my throat. The surface of the desk under my hands was slippery and I could hardly find purchase to brace against the strength of Tristan’s thrusts so my position, bracing on my hands, changedto supporting myself on my elbows, and later just laying on the desk, dazed.

There was something wicked about being the centerpiece of this situation and yet being so thoroughly ignored. Tristan led the conversation through Sanguine matters and Theo played along, even if his hungry eyes couldn’t pretend to be unaffected by the live feed he was watching.

After a day of having to be a tough bitch, a perfect businesswoman with no room for error, it was freeing to let myself just be used.

Business? What business? Theo and Tristan and Matthias had all of that under control.

I could finally relax.

My body went boneless against the desk and I let Tristan's thrusts rock me back and forth as all my resistance, all my pretense, was gone.

In their place satisfaction and peace bloomed. While my previous orgasm was a violent thing that shook me to my core, this climax was like slipping into the warm water of a bath, letting myself be enveloped by soothing heat. I made a sleepy sound of contentment as my body shuddered and Tristan followed me into completion. He kept his thrusts steady and gentle, rocking into me as if he didn’t want to disturb the languid state I found.

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