Page 9 of Tristan’s Temptation

She sat on the lounger in the shadows and slipped her hand under the band of her yoga pants and let her fingers drift slowly over her engorged clit as she reflected on Tristan Trillo and his naughty little fantasies. How annoying to know that all this time she’d been sitting at her desk, lusting after him, thinking he was utterly uninterested. And all the while he’d been his office pretending to work, ogling lurid images of her on a computer screen and fantasizing about her mouth on his cock.

How much time had they wasted?

Tomorrow, she resolved, a new reign would begin.

She hoped he would survive.

Up the hill, in the house perched on its crest, Tristan Trillo sat on his sofa in the dark, staring at the computer screen, a frown on his face. His fingers hovered over the touch pad as his inner demons battled. On the one hand, it would be harmless to take a peek at Shannon’s Virtual Life. Really, what manner of mischief could a woman like Shannon wreak?

Virtual Shannon goes to the library and borrows a book, returning it on time, of course? Virtual Shannon goes to the spa? Shopping at the mall? She certainly didn’t have any scenarios like his. She didn’t even know about the Green Door program. How could she? He’d told Jack to keep it secret, after all.

It would, doubtless, be ungodly dull.

What harm could it do?

But on the other hand, snooping around on her hard drive was an invasion of privacy.

Guilt racked him but curiosity and that driving mania to know more about her drove him harder. He would only look a little. A brief gander. For a minute. He grimaced and clicked the icon and the Virtual Life program flooded the screen.

He scanned her history and noticed one of her scenarios was much more popular than the others. It was named only by the letters TT. He frowned and clicked on the icon and then blanched when the password prompt appeared.

Stunned, he stared at the message as though he’d never seen such a thing before.

Holy crap. Shannon had accessed the Green Door.

His cock and balls tightened.

It could mean only one thing. Shannon’s sexual fantasies were stored here, on this computer. At his fingertips. He shuddered uncontrollably at the thought.

While he was certain her fantasies would be tame and naive—holding hands over a chocolate shake, perhaps—he was desperate to know. And the knowledge was only a password away. He immediately started typing in the usual passwords—birthday, SSN, mother’s maiden name—all of which were rejected. What else did people use as passwords? Pet’s name! With certainty, he typed in “bosco” but that was also denied. He glared at the screen, at the instance name, and an overwhelming certainty gripped him. Slowly, he typed in his name.

The instance opened.

He choked on his own breath.

Holy. Crap.

Even as the ramifications of the password she’d used flooded him, the instance began to play out on the screen and Tristan was forced to reevaluate everything he’d ever known about Shannon Weiss.

Prim and demure. The fucking hell.

The scene opened on a room, empty save a single chair. There was a man in the chair and he looked remarkably like Tristan.

And he was naked.

And he was tied to the chair.

Tied to the chair!

Lust, like a wildfire, licked through his gut as he anticipated what was about to happen.

The door opened and a woman entered—Shannon, but unlike any Shannon he’d ever imagined. This Shannon was a siren, a seductress. She was dressed in a tight vinyl catsuit with stiletto boots and a studded collar cinched tightly around her neck. And she carried a riding crop. She walked to the chair and stood before it, legs spread wide, hands fisted on her hips.

She gifted him with a wide, knowing smile and purred, “Are you ready for this?”

Virtual Tristan—apparently a little more obedient than the real Tristan—responded, “Yes Mistress.”

“Umm. Good boy.” She traced the curve of his cheek with the crop, letting it rest on his lips. “Open.” Virtual Tristan parted his lips and Virtual Shannon slipped the tip of the leather crop into his mouth. “Now suck it,” she said.