Tristan is a Wild Man

*Rose*

Nervous anticipation fills me as I wait for Tristan to arrive. Unlike last night with Mark, there’s no dinner. There’ll be no walk in the garden or anything romantic. He’s just coming to my room.

To fuck me.

It isn’t my choice for it to be this way, but Vienna informed me that this is the way it’s going to be this time. Earlier, when she was getting me ready, she’d said, “Alpha Tristan sent a message earlier, while you were napping, that he’d be here around seven. He said for his ‘little flower’ to be ready for him.

Little flower… that is his nickname for me. I like it. I think it’s a little old-fashioned, but nothing else about the broad-shouldered, muscular man screams traditional.

Now, I am sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a light pink negligee under a matching silk robe, waiting for a knock on my door.

My heart is beating out of my chest.

Candlelight is all that illuminates my room–that and a few stray rays of moonlight that have made their way around the curtains. The old flowers had been replaced earlier in the day, so I can smell their sweet floral scent. I also smell like a flower garden, thanks to a second soak in the tub after my nap.

I am refreshed, but the nervousness is making me feel a bit ill.

I try to concentrate on how Tristan made me feel earlier in the day. He was so sweet. Maybe Mark wasn’t so happy with my performance last night–I don’t know, I still don’t know who to believe–but I have a chance to please Tristan.

So I need to calm the hell down….

A loud knock on the door makes my heart stop. Before I can get the words, “Come in,” out of my mouth, the door creaks open, and I see Tristan’s familiar face staring in at me, his hair a bit disheveled.

A crooked smile crosses his face. “Hi there, little flower,” he says. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” I not only find my voice, but I also get to my feet and step around the edge of the bed.

He is wearing a long black robe–and I think that’s all.

I guess he didn’t see the need to bother with pants, even in the hallway.

In his hand, he is holding a velvety blue box.

I come to a stop in front of him and can’t help but smile. I have to tip my head back to look at him; he’s so tall.

“This is for you.”

He hands me the box, and I take it, but I don’t know what to say. I’m shocked. I stare at it for a few moments before I ask, “Wh-what is it?”

“Open it,” he says, chuckling deeply.

“Okay.” I open the box to reveal a necklace. The chain is bright gold, and on the end of it dangles a golden encasement with a red flower in the center.

“It’s a little flower,” he explains.

“I see that,” I tell him. “It’s beautiful.”

“Do you like it? I mean, really like it?” I can see hope in his eyes.

“I love it!” I tell him. “It’s the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me.” I don’t bother to tell him it’s the only gift anyone has ever given me.

“Really?” His smile widens. “I made a special trip into the village to find it–well, something I thought worthy of your beauty.”

I feel my cheeks flushing. I don’t think anyone has ever complimented me like that either.

I tip my head up toward him to thank him again, but I don’t get the words out because his mouth crashes down on mine. It takes my breath away, and I almost drop the box.

With his tongue still tangled around mine, Tristan takes the box from my hands and slowly walks me backward, placing it down on the chest at the base of my bed.

Then, his hands are on me, and he is pulling the tie around my robe so that it comes undone. His large hands are on my shoulders, pushing the smooth fabric down my arms to the floor.

When he finally pulls away from me so that I can take a breath, my lungs are burning. He is so much more intense than Mark….

Tristan grins at me and scoops me up, lifting me at my ribcage. I almost shriek in fear, but then he plops me down on the mattress and lets me go.

Using my elbows, I scoot back a bit, noticing the negligee I am wearing is so short; he can see my lacy, thin panties.

I guess it doesn’t matter. He’ll be seeing a lot more than that in a moment.

Standing across from me, he unties his own belt and quickly takes off his robe, tossing it across the room.

I was right. He isn’t wearing anything underneath it.

His manhood is hard and at attention as he smiles at me, clearly proud of his… proportions. He should be; he’s got a lot to work with, though I’m trying not to compare him to Mark.

Thank goodness I’ve already had a lesson on how to get so much man into such a tiny woman.

“Are you ready, my little flower?” he asks me, coming at me.

He pounces on me, his hands landing on either side of the bed near my elbows, his face hovering around mine, and his legs off to the side a bit.

I’m not sure how to answer that because I’m a little frightened, but I manage a nod before his mouth is devouring mine again.

Tristan isn’t taking much time for foreplay. He seems eager to get on with it, and while I can respect that since this is a business arrangement, I just hope my body is as prepared as his is.

As he kisses me, his hands roam down my side, and he pulls my little nightie up out of the way, gliding his hand across my thigh to my crotch. My first instinct is to press my legs together, but I remind myself I belong to him tonight.

So I open up.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, dropping his mouth to my neck. I imagine I am about to have a few more hickeys as his tongue trails along beneath my ear, and then his lips close, and he begins to suck.

He slides his fingers around the edge of my panties. “You’re so wet and warm,” he whispers into my shoulder, nipping at my skin with his teeth. A finger probes between my folds, and then deeper inside of me. “And tight,” he adds.

It does feel good, and the more he kisses me, the more I feel myself loosening up.

His finger is joined by another, and then he uses both of them to press inside of me, as hard and fast as he can with my panties on. I find myself moving my hips in response.

“You like that, little flower?” he asks me. I have my eyes closed and am concentrating on how good he feels, so I don’t respond. “You want more?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he pulls his hand out and yanks my panties down, tossing them on the floor. Then he spreads my legs wider, and I can feel his eyes on me before his hand is there again, strumming me.

Three fingers now. I am gasping for air, feeling my muscles spasm around his hand, which makes him laugh with joy.

“Damn,” he mutters. “I can’t imagine how that’s going to feel around my dick.”

I slit my eyes to look at him, and I can see the excitement twinkling in his dark orbs.

Withdrawing his hand, he comes back up to me. I pant a few times, sucking in air, and then open my eyes to look at him. He is smiling down at me. “I’m going to try my best to be gentle with you, little flower, but if I get too rough, tell me, okay? I’m used to… girls that aren’t anywhere close to being virgins who like a little pain with their pleasure.”

My eyebrows lift. I know what it’s like to have pain with pleasure because I just lost my virginity, but is he saying some women like that–all the time?

I don’t have time to answer him because he has a hold of my nightie and is lifting it, so I sit up slightly, and it goes off over my head. Then, immediately, he moves between my legs, and his mouth clamps down on my left nipple, hard.

I whimper a bit, but he doesn’t let go, and his hand is on my other breast, working my hardened peak like he thinks it’s supposed to come off. It does feel good, but I’m so sensitive, it also hurts a little. I open my mouth to ask him to stop, but before I get the words out, he does.

His mouth is back on mine, and his hands are elsewhere, roaming, leaving trails of heat wherever they touch my flesh.

The tip of his cock has been at my entrance this entire time, but now, without warning, he thrusts inside of me.

“Ahh!” I cry out, the sudden fullness and stretching causing a shooting pain to spread throughout my core.

“Yeah, little flower,” Tristan says. “You like that, huh?”

He must’ve mistaken my cry of pain as one of pleasure. I bite down on my bottom lip as he picks up speed. I didn’t realize it was possible for anyone to do this any faster than he already was, but my Goddess! He reminds me of a jackhammer, he’s thrusting his hips so hard and fast.

After a moment, it does feel good, though. He’s hitting me in all of the right places, and with him going this fast, it feels like he is vibrating inside of me. Every time he makes contact with my most sensitive spots, I feel a wave of pleasure wash over me until I am gasping for air, and my toes start to curl.

My body goes into a spasm, and my muscles tighten. I try to cry out, but only gasps and moans come from my mouth. I dig my nails into his back and hold on for dear life….

Tristan doesn’t let up, though. He continues at this frantic pace for what seems like hours, though I’ve lost all track of time, and I take short breaths whenever I can get a chance.

He seems like a tough man to please.

Finally, I feel him tightening up on top of me. He grunts loudly, and then his warmth spreads throughout me. He rolls off and collapses on the mattress next to me, breathing so heavily, it’s as if he’s just run an endurance race.

I remember what I was told about keeping my legs up, but at the moment, I can’t even move.

We lie there next to one another, naked and glistening with perspiration, for several minutes before I feel his hand on top of mine on the mattress.

I turn to look at him. “Are you okay, little flower?” he asks breathily.

I nod, but no words can leave my lips. He grins at me, and as my muscles unclench and begin to relax, I notice a burning sensation… down there.

Yeah, I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but I feel relief knowing that I left him satisfied.

“Maybe next time, we can get a little… wild,” he says, grinning at me.

My eyebrows raise. Wilder than that? I can’t imagine anything wilder than that.

Something tells me the man isn’t bluffing.