Circling

Tristan Trilogy- Story 3

CHAPTER 18

“Come on, Tristan!” Kevin yelled impatiently.

She was still stumbling along behind him, unable to keep up with his long steps despite the fact that he continued to grip her wrist in his vise-like hand. She was laughing. Laughing… Laughing at me? Kevin wouldn’t let her gain control. She had come too damn close at the party. Her sassy impudence had aroused him when they were at the table, surrounded by their friends. Now that the euphoric effects of the drug were dissipating, small threads of paranoia were taking hold. He wondered if she hadn’t just been trying to send him a message when she had fondled him at the table - a message that read, in effect: I can beat you at your own game, Kevin.

Kevin’s hand moved to her upper arm, his grip still painfully tight. Tristan wasn’t laughing any more. When he heard her wince, his erection stiffened even more to the point where Kevin had to stop moving. He needed a release and he needed it now - right now. And Tristan would give it to him. He’d see to it. He was the Captain…

AJ had been right. They didn’t make it out of the parking lot. They didn’t even make it all the way into the truck.

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Tristan lay on her stomach in the bed and watched Kevin shudder. He must be dreaming…. He held her wrist in his hand, searching for control even in his sleep. Her upper arm was sore from where he had grabbed her earlier and she suspected that her skin was already showing signs of bruising. Tristan wasn’t sure what had happened tonight. She mentally reran the events leading to this moment.

Kevin seemed fine when he and Brian came back to the table. In fact, he seemed almost giddy. Very affectionate… When I felt his fingers creep down into my dress, I knew he must be drunk. I can’t believe he felt me up in full view of everyone at the table. It embarrassed me. He’s usually so private about ‘us’. Then he started whispering in my ear and tonguing me. I know our friends could see what he was doing. Jesus… I could feel myself turning red and I could tell he was enjoying my humiliation, but he kept on - like he was deliberately trying to provoke me. Like he was daring me to respond in some way - waiting to see me react. A piece of hell must have flown into me then because I decided to turn the tables on him.
It really shocked him when I put my hand on him under the table. He had wanted to make me react but I think it really got to him when I didn’t react the way he expected or wanted me to. God, he was hard almost instantly! I think even that made him mad. He had been calling the plays and now, all of a sudden, I decided to make a few plays of my own. I thought he’d have a stroke when I told him I wasn’t wearing any panties. It was odd - he was angry but I could tell that on some level he liked it, too. He liked what I was doing to him. I heard his soft moans…. Yes, Kevin liked it. He liked it when I unzipped him and ran my nails over him. What he didn’t like was the fact that now I was taking charge. He hadn’t invited or encouraged me to take him in my hand and touch him. I hadn’t received….what? Permission? I didn’t give him permission to touch me in public or put his tongue on me, either, but that’s different. There are times when Kevin ‘owns’ me and those times are almost always sexual in nature. I bucked him when I started calling the shots - when I ‘made’ him get hard. You don't 'make' Kevin Richardson do anything.
I couldn’t believe it when he jerked me up from the table and pulled me out of the room. I can only imagine what the others must have been thinking. I was laughing, trying to make light of the situation, until I saw the look on his face. That was when I started to feel uneasy. He damn near snapped my wrist and then, when I tripped in the parking garage and started giggling, trying to loosen him up, he grabbed my arm. It hurt. He unlocked his truck but instead of opening the passenger door he opened the rear doors and pushed me against the bumper. ‘Lean over, Tris’ he said. No… he didn’t ‘say’ it. He commanded it. I started to protest and he pushed me down on my elbows. Then I heard him unzip his pants. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. Right here in a garage! There were still other cars parked nearby. What if somebody came? I felt him raise my skirt up to my waist and then his hands were stroking my buttocks. He moaned and pushed himself up against me. I tried to move. I told him ‘No - not here, please..’ and he leaned against my back and whispered angrily. ‘Don’t you ever tell me ‘no’, Tristan…' He scared me a little. His dark side always does. But it excites me, too. God help me. Am I crazy? He pinched me as if to make a point. He pinched me hard and I whimpered. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help it. Then he spread my legs and entered me. His thrusts were fast from the beginning and he didn’t touch me in any other way except to pull my hips up to meet his thrusts. He didn’t want me to orgasm. He wasn’t going to let me cum. I don’t know what I was feeling… I was overloaded with fear, frustration, desperation and, yes - passion. He could have helped me let those things go. He could have given me my release but he wouldn’t. He was teaching me a lesson. When he came inside of me, his groans seemed to echo across the expanse of concrete that surrounded us and I began to cry. He collapsed against me and still I cried and gasped for air. He had broken me, yet again.
Then I felt his hands on my shoulders, soothing me. His anger was gone, his domination complete. The tears still came and he murmured lovingly and stroked my hair. After he pulled out of me and zipped himself back up, he ran his hands over my nakedness again and then lowered my dress. He raised me up from my stomach and turned me towards him. I couldn't speak. He looked so serious. My legs were wobbly and I was trembling. He lifted me and carried me to the passenger seat. I felt his semen between my legs. He kept whispering to me and then he gently placed me in the seat and fastened the seat belt. I heard the passenger door slam and then the rear doors before I felt him climb into the driver’s seat. He reached in front of me, got some tissues from the glove compartment and began to wipe my face. Still so serious… When he was finished he leaned to me and kissed me deeply. I felt myself respond. ‘I love you, Tristan…’ he said. We drove home in silence but I was aware of his occasional glances. I was physically and emotionally exhausted.
When we got home, I left the truck as I had entered it. He unbuckled me and carried me out of the truck and into the house. My head fell against his shoulder. I was like a limp rag. He carried me up here to the bedroom and undressed me and made love to me. He was slow and tender. Every touch, every movement was for me. He made my pleasure come in waves - long, rolling waves that went on forever. When his head fell into my neck, my tears fell again - silently, this time. Despite of and because of everything that had happened tonight, he made me feel protected, cherished and loved.

Tristan tried to pull her wrist from Kevin’s hand but he held fast and frowned at her movement. Then her eyes closed and she sighed, finally succumbing to sleep.

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Kevin’s eyes flew open in alarm. It took a few seconds for him to realize that he had been dreaming and already the dream was fading. The harder he tried to remember it, the more quickly it retreated. He knew that Tristan had been in it and that it was disturbing but not really what you would call a nightmare.

The candle he lit when they came to bed was still burning. He should blow it out. It was as black as pitch outside tonight. Dark and thunderous clouds had smothered even the dim light cast by a new moon. Kevin looked at his wife as she lay on her stomach with her face towards him. The flickering candlelight revealed the narrow streaks on her face where tears had spilled not too long ago. Kevin put his fingers to her cheek. Her face was dry now. He touched his own face to confirm that his tears, too, had dried. This time, Tristan’s tears had come when he brought her to orgasm. It was a beautiful release and had lasted a long time for both of them. He had contained his conflicted emotions until Tristan rested against him, calm and sated. Then his eyes had filled.

What a strange night this had turned out to be. Kevin tried to think of an emotion that he hadn’t felt within the last six hours and came up empty. He had run the gamut tonight and he feelings had been raw and exposed. Asa had made him feel weak and vulnerable until he had visited room 610. By the time he and Brian had left there, he was feeling confident and powerful.

She looked so pretty, sitting there at the table. Her hair has gotten long again and it hung straight and shiny. When she saw me coming, she shook her head, smiling and I watched her hair move across her breasts. I thought my heart would burst. I sat down beside her and couldn’t stop staring. I had to push my fingers into her hair. She liked that but I felt her tighten up when my fingers moved across the tops of her breasts. It was almost like they had a life of their own. God, I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel her nipples harden between my fingers, but we were at a public gathering and I had to behave. I pushed my hungry fingers under the fabric of her dress and pressed them into her smooth, firm flesh. She froze up on me, embarrassed. I had to laugh. I knew that would get to her. I decided that I would tease her a little more. You know, let her know that I could push her buttons if I wanted to and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop it. I started whispering in her ear, telling her what I wanted. She told me to stop but I kept on. I noticed that her breathing had quickened and when I stopped pushing my tongue in and out of her ear and pulled back to watch her irritation, I was a little surprised to see a sort of smile on her face - a smirk, really, that said 'I'll show you, Kevin…'
Then, all of a sudden, she was stroking me. She was fondling my dick through my pants! Right there at the table! I don't think I've ever gotten so hard so fast. I was turned on by her feistiness and her hands felt good moving on me but I didn't like the fact that she thought she could manipulate me like that. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings back. I felt like I had been blindsided. I didn't think she was being playful - I thought she was being aggressive. She's not the aggressor - I am. Besides, I hadn't indicated that I wanted her to touch me. She unzipped me and I could feel her fingernails on me. I was busting out of my pants and she seemed to be enjoying it. She told me that she wasn't wearing panties. I didn't really believe her so I tested her claim. When my hand brushed across her bare bush, I honestly thought I might lose it. I had to get out of there.
She was dragging behind me, laughing. She thought she had won the game - that she had beaten me. I couldn't let her think that. The only time she’d ever had the upper hand sexually was when I decided that she could and I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’d let that happen. I controlled her that way. I could make her cum or keep her from orgasm. Her satisfaction was at my discretion. She seemed to have forgotten that. I wanted her from behind and I wanted her right away. She didn't want me to do her in the garage. She even told me 'no'… If I hadn't needed to lose my load so bad, I would have laughed. Instead, I had to set her straight. I'll do her any damn place I feel like. Tonight I felt like taking her while she leaned into the back of my truck.
Goddamn, I really got off! And I really made sure she didn't. When I was finished, she knew who was in charge - who would always be in charge. She was crying. Crying hard. Not because I had hurt her. I don't think I could ever deliberately harm Tristan. I carried her to her seat. She was completely drained and leaned into me, trembling. She let me take care of her. She wanted that from me. She needed it. I needed to do it. I needed to know that I could comfort her. God, I love her so fuckin' much! I showed her how much when we came home. I made her cum this time. She called to me. I know she's mine when she calls my name like that. There were tears again but these were tears of relief and peace. She loves me. No one would understand this level of our intimacy and I know that I will never have it with anyone else. She's willing to let me take whatever I need from her.

Kevin stared at the bruise on Tristan's arm, visible even in the candlelight. He wrapped his hand around it gently, matching his hand to the pattern of the bruise. He hadn't meant squeeze her so tightly. I bruise so easily, Kevin… The bedcovers had been displaced and he pulled them up now and covered their nakedness. Then, after blowing out the candle, Kevin pulled Tristan to him, kissed her wrist and placed her fingers on his cheek. Sweet, sweet baby….

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Tristan Trilogy - Story III

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