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Share Us
Let's just say it’s one of my demands.
You can lose them now or you can pass them to me over the table when we reach our agreement.
Yeah… now is good.
Reaching under my dress, I grab the lacy strings running over my hips and drag them to my ankles. I struggle briefly to pull them over my sandals and toss them onto the couch before heading downstairs.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Tristan growls as I step through the doors of the apartment building, his eyes hungrily raking over my body.
The moment we’re in the car, his hand is on my thigh. I expect him to slide higher and quickly inspect if I followed his direction or not, but it rests firmly above my knee with his thumb lightly dusting over my skin. He gives a gentle squeeze. “You do look absolutely stunning,” he confesses.
“Thank you.” I already feel the warm flush creeping over my cheeks.
He pulls to a stop and puts the car in park before a quaint little restaurant with an adorable outdoor patio. Staring at me for a moment, he dusts his knuckles over my warm cheeks. “We’re going to work on that.”
“Work on what?” I ask as he helps me from the car.
His hands slide down my body, and he reaches around me to push the door shut. “You are a beautiful fucking woman. If compliments make you this uncomfortable, you obviously haven’t been given enough of them.”
Tristan leads me into the restaurant, which is equally as adorable inside as out. The navy walls and white décor give it a Mediterranean feel. A vibe that only continues as we walk to the rooftop. The concrete roof has been painted to mimic a mosaic floor. Pretty, yet subtle enough that it doesn’t detract from the subtle cream and black tables and chairs under the linen-lined pergolas.
“Your table.” The hostess sits us at two wicker armchairs with plush cream cushions near the edge of the rooftop. In lieu of a dining table, there is a low coffee table situated between us.
We make small talk as we browse the menus and place an order for some appetizers and drinks. The moment the wait staff delivers our coffees and the two glasses of water Tristan was adamant I needed, he looks at me, his gaze firm. “Do you still want me to train you?”
I nod and respond in nearly a whisper, “Yes.”
“Good.” He smiles for a brief moment before falling serious yet again. “Our arrangement will be ever-growing and changing, but there are things I am not willing to bend on. No more panties.”
“Ever?”
Tristan holds his answer until the waitress placing our plates leaves the table. “Unless I provide them, I want to know that you’re bare and waiting for me.”
“Okay.”
“All of you is available to me at all times. Anywhere. Anytime. If I want to be inside of you, you’ll eagerly take me.”
“Mouth and pussy?” I quickly ask, knowing I am not at all prepared to handle taking him through my backdoor. While I have dabbled with a finger here and there, it was never enjoyable enough to even remotely think about going further.
“For now.” He nods. “But you will learn to take me in your throat and ass.”
I take a large, nervous sip of my water, wishing desperately that it were a mimosa. Or even straight vodka as we continue to discuss the terms of our arrangement.
“When you give yourself over to me, I don’t just own you. I own your orgasms, and as you learned the other night, you never come without my permission.”
“That’s it?” I ask, as though we didn’t just spend this meal with him informing me that I will be commando so he can fuck me when and where he pleases. That he clearly plans to take my ass and that I come for him or not at all.
No big deal at all.
“And the sharing?” I can’t hold back my looming question.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
TRISTAN
“Do you want to be shared, darling?” My voice rises with intrigue as I’m unable to stifle my excitement. The mere idea of her entrusting me enough to not only submit to me but also to someone else, as we both reward her with pleasure, arouses me.
“I mean, it’s not something I’ve ever thought about, and I don’t know if I’d be comfortable.” Layla fidgets nervously in her seat, making it very clear that her prior sexual encounters have never ventured into a threesome or an orgy.
