It's another fresh day in a fresh week. Am seated face to face with Tristan in his office. He can't stop telling me how much he misses me during the past week and how he's dieing to touch me right now.
How come did I manage to look so hot in his sight with just a pair of blue rugged jeans and jacket with white inner underneath?
He has been grinning and flirting with me since I resume work. He said not to allow me fly far places for now. He can't help but fix his eyes on me every now and then and I appreciate his insecurities and protection around me.
He was busy telling me about our upcoming honeymoon in Barcelona. I almost freaked out because I'm just finding out now.
Since he calls it to be a surprise package for me, it's alright.
But! It makes me feel sweet and sour at the same time.
Sweet because am happy I'll be leaving the country for two weeks with my gee, and sour because...I'll have to leave Sebastian for a while.
I'm sure he'll freak out if I tell him about it.
My phone cause a distraction between my conversation with Tristan. What I saw when I checked the notification bar made me melt and hungry. But not for food.
Sebastian just sent me a picture of his dick.
God! Am so hungry right now.
My throat turned dry and tight and I find myself masturbating from under. I wish I could have him inside me right now.
There's only one thing I can use as an experiment and that is the tool right in front of me.
"Do you need help or something?" I was taken off-guard by Tristan's seductive voice. "You're flushing." He pointed his chin at my cheeks.
Fuck me! Of course I'd need help. In fact, an urgent one.
"For the past one week now, we haven't done something." I stood up and gently took off my jacket in slow mode. "Of course I need help."
He laughed richly and shut his laptop. With just one tap of the button, the doors were sealed and the CCTV shut down.
His eyes followed my every move as I approach him. He wanted to get up but I raise my hand to stop him.
His face furrowed as he began to imagine what I was gonna do. Something I've never done to him before.
The torment!
I knelt down in front of him like a submissive woman and slowly help him undo his belt and zipper. He just kept quiet and stare at me intently.
Just like licking a lollipop, I pulled it out and taught him one of the skills Sebastian had taught me.
"My God!" I can hear him groan in pleasure. When he grab onto my ponytail hair from behind my head, I thrust faster as he just continue gasping like his breath was been taken away by me.
Water welled in his eyes and I saw them falling down on his chin. He threw his head backwards and gritted his teeth when I increased the voltage of my speed.
His fingers clutch tightly on my hair and I felt all his delicious juices filling my mouth.
"...…oh….. Virginia, you're killing me…." I likes it when he growls my name. It keeps the fire burning in me.
He couldn't withstand my treatment on him, talk much of bearing the torment. He begged, pleaded and I listen to him crying out in pleasure.
I didn't stop. Am now a professional – knew more than my master.
I gulp all of his juices into my stomach and kept sucking to the back of my throat.
His words were breaking after several releases of his juices in my mouth.
He has never felt this way before. And today, I just showed him a stuff I am made off. All credit goes to my mentor and teacher, Sebastian.
When I pulled away, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stood up to look at him. The poor guy was breathing and panting earnestly.
Sweats covered his body and soaked his sleeves. His eyes swollen and nose and ears red.
I fell back on my seat and laughed at him like a genuine princess.
After a while, he chuckled. "You….. you're...ah…" He tap on his desk like what he wanted to say, lies there. "That was spectaculars. God, no one has ever fuck me that way before. I almost passed out."'
"You sure did." I giggled with one finger in my mouth.
"Mark my word, Virginia." He shook a warning finger at me playfully and wink. "I'll so kill you in bed when we get to Barcelona."
Oh, is it?
I laugh hard as he stood up to dress properly. "I can't wait to be murdered by you."
"Fuck!" He fell down on his seat, tiredly. His eyes closed as his face rose to the ceiling. Few seconds after, he gaze back at me, intently. "Damn! You're really something else now." I clapped for myself. "What will I do with you?"
I retie my hair and giggled.
Big knocks on the door made us startle. "Dad?! Open up, it's us."
Geez. Not now. Not again. Please for the love of Christ.
I face Tristan with an appealing look. He didn't say a thing to me. He tap on the same button again and the doors and CCTV unsealed.
Coming in were the quintuplets in groupies. Tristan already had me seated on his lap before they came in.
Rachel's eyes narrowed at me to the extent I could barely see her eyes. Reynolds, Rose, Ryan and Ria darted bullet gaze at me.
I swear, I shivered. I assume Tristan felt it when he tightened his grasp around my tiny waist.
They couldn't say a thing now that I was seated on their father's lap.
"What do you all want?" Tristan askes in a soft tone.
"Dad, you promised to take us shopping to the latest store in town." Ria was the first to push in. She's the youngest and the bravest. As little as she is, she's already wearing make-up.
Followed by Rose. "It's past two hours of the time set-up."
Rachel is like a saint sometimes but mainly a demon when she ties her hair into two ponytails. "And I don't like this other face am seeing next to you."
Reynolds and Ryan just crosses their arms and gave me battle glares.
I had to look away before I die of fear.
Tristan kept quiet for a little while. Then, he pulled out his drawer and brought out his cheque book. He wrote down some figures and digits that made my eyes almost fell out of its sockets.
"Get whatever you want and please, go straight home when you're done." He put down the pen and rubbed his temple.
Reynolds took the cheque and barge out without waiting for the others. Ryan followed him shortly, followed by Rachel and Rose but Ria still stood here.
"What?" Tristan raised his brows. He gestured towards the door. "Go with them now before they leave you behind. You know my chauffeur took my car to the mechanic so I won't have time to book an Uber."
Her fists clenched tightly beside her. Her eyes narrowed at me as she gritted her teeth.
"I don't like you. I fucking hate you like shit!" Ouch. That's too harsh on me, Ria. "Stop mingling with my dad, I know you're only with him because of his money, cheap slut!"
"Ria!" Tristan objected.
But the rude girl just rolled her eyes and walk out, banging the door loudly on her way out.
Tristan drew his attention towards me when she left, "Am so sorry. These kids are just…"
"Shh…" I hushed him with a peck on his lips. "Am a mother. I can tolerate their attitudes." I smiled.
Of course I can.
He just let out a deep breath and leaned on his chair. Looking at me speechlessly.
The night of that day and the next and the next and the next again, Tristan made me sleepover in his penthouse – despite the tantrums and dramas his kids made when they saw me with him in the house.
I didn't get enough time to tell Sebastian about my trip to Barcelona in a few days.
He's been calling my phone for three days in a row and I just declined all his calls every time. I don't just want to get into trouble receiving another man's call when am in my boyfriend's house.
The kids will only take the moment as an opportunity to prove their reasons about me to their father.
Sebastian sent me a text I don't like. The text made me mad and agitated at the moment but I just decide not to show it.
I don't want anything that'll spoil my honeymoon mood.
I dialed a private number in my phone and talked with someone, then, I texted Sebastian back; Sorry, crazy fingers. Am in Barcelona with my boyfriend.
Not up to a second when I tap the send gesture of my phone, a call popped in. It was an unknown number.
I answered and waited for the other person to speak up first.
"Floor five. Room thirty-nine."
"Heard you." I hung up.
Why is he here? What is he during here? I don't want a mix up of something. Tristan is the only one I love the most. And I don't want to share him with anybody. Yet, am feeding his meal to someone else.
Call me a whore. It's like...I don't really know what I want or need anymore.
My instincts are just too busy to select a perfect match. All have great taste and I can't stop getting enough.
My mind were taken aback when Tristan walked out of the bathroom with white bathrobe and says….. "Are you ready?"
I threw my phone aside – though I heard the notification sound but I just ignored it and spread my legs wide open for him to come in.
He took off his robe and pounced on me.
While we were busy making the wildest love ever, my phone kept buzzing on the floor. The vibration was loud enough to be heard but we just paid deaf ears as we rode to fantasy island.