CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Kristina
The black haired woman lowered her binoculars as she watched Jensen carry Megan off his rooftop and disappear into his penthouse.
“Fucking bitch,” she sneered. She had been sitting on the rooftop of a nearby building for weeks when she knew he was going to be there and kept her eyes on Jensen’s every move. She didn’t plan for him to win Megan back and she had no idea how he did it but she was pissed off that he did. “Nobody crosses Kristina Sweeney and gets away with it.” Her plan wasn’t working but she wasn’t going to give up. She needed to ruin Megan Jenkins, to show Jensen how much of a whore she was so he would fall back in love with Kristina and they could finally get married and live happily ever after.
“Time for a new plan,” she said. Losing Jensen was making her look bad in her career and in front of everyone else and it was getting increasingly difficult to make everyone think they were still together. Her modeling career wasn’t as prosperous as it was when she was dating him and she was determined to get him back, no matter what the cost. “It’s time to get back up on top and conquer what belongs to me.” Her cell phone went off and she pulled it from her black trench coat pocket. She opened the text and read it.
What the hell is happening? I haven’t heard from you in a while. You need to call me.
She smirked at the text and pulled the binoculars back up to her eyes. She moved to each of the windows in his penthouse, but he had closed all of the curtains. “Where the fuck did you go?” Frustrated, she sat the binoculars down and she pulled her black wig off, shoving it into her big duffel bag. She pulled her natural blond hair out of the pinned up ponytail and it cascaded down around her shoulders. She pulled it down around her face and stood up.
She grabbed her binoculars and shoved them into her bag, zipped it up and left the rooftop. With the bag slung over her shoulder, her trench coat pulled tightly and her blond hair bouncing in the air, her high heels click clacked against the pavement as she walked along the street toward her little red sports car. A small group of guys who were hanging out and smoking on the street corner whistled at her as she walked by.
“Hey boys,” she said, winking at them. She kept up her pace and moved her ass a little more when she got past them. She got to her car, unlocked the trunk and threw her bag inside. She pulled away from the curb and drove around London to an apartment complex. When she shut her car off, she pulled the visor down and checked her hair and make-up in the mirror, reapplying her bright red lipstick to her lips and smacking them together before getting out.
She walked into the parking garage and hit the lift button. When it got to her, she pulled the strap and opened the gate. When she was inside and it was taking her up, she pulled her phone out and replied to her earlier text.
Hey, sexy. I’m here, surprise! Let me in.
The lift doors opened from the other side and Tristan stood there, his hands on the top of the lift and his phone still in his hand.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, leaning in toward her. “You are supposed to be keeping an eye on them.”
She pushed past him and went into the living room, dropping her phone on the couch. “He took her inside and closed the damned curtains,” she said, pouting. “I’m sure they are fucking each other. Thought about busting in and causing a scene, but I can only do that so many times before it stops being effective. We have to come up with another plan. What we are doing isn’t working.”
“Haven’t you thought about just letting it go and giving up?”
“Fuck you! I’m not giving up! That whore is in my fucking bed! I should be screaming his name, not her.”
“Aww. You hurt my heart,” he said, putting his hand on his chest.
“I will win, you’ll see.”
“Such a sassy little bitch, aren’t you?” he said. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into him, ripping her trench coat off her shoulders and biting her bare skin. “Take it off,” he ordered.
She bit her lip and backed away from him a few steps. She seductively removed her trench coat, revealing black lingerie that barely covered what it was supposed to cover. Her eyes stayed glued to his and she watched his reaction as she exposed her body to him.
“Damn,” he drooled. His eyes hungrily took her body in, from her breasts to her luxuriously long legs. She stepped closer to him and reached up to put her hands on his chest. He grabbed them quickly, pushing her away. He shook his head. “What do you say?”
She leaned forward, jetting her cleavage toward him. “Will you fuck me please, Sir?” Her long blood red fingernail dragged playfully along her lip and down her chest.
Tristan grinned an evil grin as his eyes stayed glued to her. He took one step toward her. “That’s better.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. She let out a guttural laugh as he bit into her skin on the side of her neck, grabbing her breast with his other hand. He tossed her onto the couch and loomed over her, leaning in and kissing her hard. His hand immediately went between her legs, his fingers rubbing her through her panties. She spread her legs and started breathing heavily, moaning loudly.
“Oh, fuck yeah. You know how I like it.” She lifted her pelvis up toward him as his fingers pressed into her deeper. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back, grabber her around her throat and squeezing her neck, then lightly slapping her face. She held her upper body up by her elbows, her chest heaving in and out, as she panted for more. “You have to fuck me. Please.”
“Shut up,” he snapped. He let her go and pulled her brassiere down over her breasts, slapping them repeatedly before getting up and standing over her. He put his head down and looked at her with evil eyes. “Crawl to me, whore.”
She crawled down off the couch toward him as he turned and walked across the room to his master bedroom. He continuously looked behind him to watch his sexy pet crawl to him and it made him hard. He waited at the door until she crawled through and he leaned down, slapping her ass with his bare hand.
“Stand up,” he demanded. He opened his night stand and pulled an open mouthed gag out. He swung it around in a circle, watching her as she eyed the device. “Turn around.”
When she complied with his wishes, he placed the gag in her mouth and buckled it around her head. He turned her back around and admired the way her lips wrapped around the open metal hole. “Comfy?” he asked.
She nodded but he could see a slight fear in her eyes. He pushed her down onto her knees and unzipped his pants, pulling his raging hard cock out.
“You, have been a bad girl, not doing what you are supposed to do. You know I have to punish you now, don’t you?” Her eyes flittered from side to side as her chest heaved in and out with the anticipation of what he was going to do to her. She had only been with Tristan a few times and each time was rough with new experiences for her. She loved his attention, but sometimes he was too rough and he never showed her affection.
He stroked himself as he stepped closer to her, burying his hands into her hair and directing him into her mouth. She looked up at him as he moved in and out, her tongue trying to wind around it and pleasure him. He pursed his lips and clenched his jaw, then pushed himself in until his cock slid down her throat, closing off her air supply. He moved in and out with small motions until her eyes got wide. He pulled out and watched her gag before taking a deep breath.
He smiled a mischievous grin and pushed back into her mouth, sliding down into her throat again and holding it there, moaning from the feeling her throat muscles were giving him. When he pulled out that time she gagged harder, saliva streaming from her mouth. He directed his cock toward her again and she shook her head no, putting her hands up and trying to tell him she didn’t like it.
“Oh, darling,” he said, shoving her arms back down to her sides. “You need to learn a lesson. You failed me. So now I have to punish you.” She looked confused and he grinned. “For what, you say? For not properly seducing Jensen Dean that day in his office. You had one job.” He slapped her face lightly, repeatedly, until a soft pink hue formed. “Perhaps next time you will do as you are told.” He helped her up and turned her around, shoving her over the bed. Her ass was in the air and he repeatedly slapped her cheek until it glowed and she was wincing with each strike. She moaned and pushed her ass toward him. He grabbed her panties and ripped them off her, pushed her head into the mattress and roughly plunged into her, fucking her hard and relentless. “Is this what you want, whore?”
She moaned continuously. He slapped her ass and fucked her hard until she showed signs that she was going to orgasm. He stopped and flipped her over onto her back. She had taken the gag off while her head was into the mattress. She situated herself on his mattress and spread her legs quickly. “Please, you have to give it to me. I’m so hot.” She reached down and slid her fingers along her wet skin but he grabbed her wrists, keeping her from pleasuring herself and he handcuffed her to the headboard.
She was panting hard, needing to be satisfied. He crushed her with his body and entered her again, thrusting hard until they both moaned and screamed their way to a hard orgasm. He rolled off her, and grabbed a cigarette, lit it and propped his head up with his pillow, leaving her cuffed to the headboard.
“We are failing,” she said. “The plan isn’t working.”
“You already said that.” His tone was flat as he took a drag off his cigarette.
She struggled to roll onto her side. “Don’t you care? You fucking sit there like everything is all hunky dory. I’m not the only one who will benefit from this, ya know.”
“I am very well aware of that.”
“I know how bad you want that bitch he is with.”
The corner of his mouth rose at the thought of shy and innocent Megan Jenkins tied up at his mercy and broken into being his sex slave.
“So petite. So demure. Mmmm.” He felt a stir in his pants as he remembered the way she teased him with her delectable mouth when she kissed him and acted so nervous to go much further. “I will make her my whore,” he said touching himself.
“Down, Tanto. If this is going to work, we need to figure something else out. That bitch keeps going back to him for some fucking reason.”
“I hate that guy. He has always taken everything that meant something from me. I will make him pay.”
“And we will.”
“We shouldn’t have drugged her that night.”
“Hey, that was all you. I told you it was a bad idea when I saw Jensen there.”
Tristan sat up and looked at Kristina. He pulled back his arm and backhanded her across her face. “Ow! What the fuck! Not in the face!”
“If you would have kept the asshole busy enough, he would have stayed away from her! But apparently you can’t keep a guy too interested for too long can you?” He turned away and sat on the edge of the bed. “I could have easily gotten a hold of her.”
Kristina felt the sting of his hand across her cheek and wanted to kick him but knew she wasn’t in any position to get away with that.
“That night was supposed to be my night. I had it all planned out. By the time I was done with her, I would have had my fuck toy all to myself. I would have had her eating out of my hand. All I needed to do was talk to her. I know she was interested in me but I had to play it cool. When she passed out, I could have snapped her up and… Shit, the fun I could have had with her.” The thought of sex with Megan while she was out cold made him hard again. “I want her.”
“So I’ve been told,” she said sarcastically.
Thoughts of doing her in his car, in this bed where Kristina was at the moment, against the bay window with her ass pressed against the glass, out in public for all to see, aroused him further. “Paris was supposed to be my second chance but I couldn’t even get my pants off with her.”
“Stop talking about her, and come fuck me again.”
He ignored her as he fantasized about licking Megan’s taut little nipples while she struggled against his handcuffs. Teasing her with his tongue until her cries for freedom turned into cries for his cock.
“Tristan,” Kristina whined. “My pussy is calling for you.”
“Shut the fuck up. I’m trying to think of a plan.”
“Fuck the plan…and fuck me.” She reached over with her foot and slid her toes along the back of his neck. He turned toward her and growled, slapping her breasts so hard that she screamed when the pain seared through her. “I told you to shut up.” He climbed onto the bed and crawled down between her legs, covering her mound with his mouth and licking her.
She put her head back and moaned loudly, gripping the handcuffs and straining against them.
Tristan vowed to get what he wanted, no matter what the price was going to be and no matter who he needed to railroad in the process.