Princess Prick Tease Ch. 03

"Time to relax and celebrate," Tristan rumbled in his deep baritone as he appeared beside her and handed her a glass of champagne. He put his hand around the top of her back, stroking the side of her breast through the sheer material as she took the glass and sipped at. A blush crept into her cheeks as she felt a tingle run up her spine. He stood so close behind her that she could feel his body heat through his suit as they chatted to others in the small group, keeping his hand firmly in place caressing the side of her breast.

Finally released from her costume and enjoying the glass of champagne, Grace excused herself to visit the bathroom, and drew away from Tristan's warm presence. Going past the cloakroom she took out a small evening bag she had packed with the necessities and disappeared into the ladies. With great relief she stood before the mirror applying a new coat of lip gloss and marvelling again at how well Adam knew what suited her short curvy figure when Elaine waltzed in.

"You're not the typical gold digging bimbo that chases Tristan," Elaine pursed her lips surveying Grace as she stood beside the mirror. "It would appear that for the first time in his life he is the pursuer." Elaine let a half smile curl her lip. "The fact that you also fell into Lance's bed however makes me believe you are not the sweet innocent..." she waved her hand over her shoulder towards the doorway, "they would have me believe."

Grace threw her lip gloss into her purse, ignoring the tone of accusation she used. Grace turned to look at the tall svelte woman and pulled her shoulders back swallowing loudly.

"You can either make this easy or make this hard but by all means feel free to ignore my presence if it disturbs you so much, personally I would prefer that," Grace said as she moved to walk past her. Elaine's hand lashed out and grabbed her arm.

"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now," Elaine said magnanimously, "But if you hurt anyone in my family, I will destroy you."

"Oh how lovely," Grace said her voice dripping sarcasm, "I am sure we are just gonna be bff's after that little heart-warming speech." She pulled her arm from Elaine's grasp and left the room. Seeing Wain hovering with a worried look Grace smiled brightly and walked over to him. Flirting outrageously she stood close and ran her hand down the front of his shirt before she leaned up to whisper in his ear, "I would get out of harm's way if I were you, I don't think that went exactly as she imagined it would." Grinning broadly she walked away back into the member's lounge finding Tristan leaning against the bar.

"In an effort not to have all your siblings ready to squash me like a bug I need to go make a phone call, I will be back soon," Grace whispered in his ear and smiled as he quirked an eyebrow at her. He reached out and took her hand walking with her back to Lads office. "I probably should ask before using his office, shouldn't I?" Grace said as she pulled her phone out of her bag.

Tristan said nothing but sat in a comfortable chair watching her. Leaning against the desk she dialled the number attached to the text message from Val. She explained about her hectic few days and begged for time to consider his proposal. She explained she wasn't really sure she possessed the experience and know-how to run a department herself but the offer was very tempting, if only she had a few more days to really give it some considered thought. They agreed to meet on Tuesday for lunch at Steward's café again.

"One down, three to go," Grace smiled at Tristan as she hung up.

"Who else wants to squash you like a bug?" He chuckled.

"Well, Elaine just met me in the bathroom and I am just sure she and I are going to be bff's in no time at all," she rolled her eyes. "Wain by proxy, are they joined at the hip?" Grace continued over his chuckles as he looked at her waiting for her to continue. "Lance called me and asked me to dinner Wednesday, but I missed his call because of, well you know, I said I would try and catch up with him soon but that was before last night and our conversation so..." She paused and looked at him, "I usually make you mad at me at some point when we spend time more than a few minutes together and that just leaves Galahad the Good who seems to believe Adam's version of who I am, a sweet, ugly duckling that was transformed into a swan tonight."

"You confuse Elaine, she is threatened by you," Tristan's deep voice rumbled. "My brother's all love you. You're a princess and Elaine has been the only princess of our little castle for a long time."

"I confuse her?" Grace laughed, "Your whole family confuses me; I meet you and within the next few weeks I am surrounded by your siblings. I'm an only child but this can't be normal can it?"

Tristan chuckled and stood walking toward her. He bent his head kissing her lightly as he pressed her against the desk his mouth moving to her ear as he rumbled, "I don't think anything about you is normal." He kissed her again before she could argue with him, passionately and deeply taking her breath away and feeling her tremble in his arms.

"Ready to get out of here?" He murmured breaking the kiss. Grace nodded looking up into his dark smouldering eyes. "Good," he responded and helped her to stand before leading her from the office.

They circulated around the room looking for Lad and Adam to let them know they were leaving. Adam was in his element, enjoying being courted by numerous glamorous seeming couples to design for them. Once Grace was beside him he hung onto her using her as a model of his designs. She felt Tristan move close behind her his hand moving over her bare skin in the backless dress. She drew in a deep breath as she felt his fingers move under the edge of the material at her side and tickle over her skin to stroke the side of her breast.

Grace turned slightly and stepped forward in an attempt to dislodge Tristan's hand as his fingers crept further underneath the fabric covering her breast. "I am going to go now," she said softly to Adam, "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

Looking past her to Tristan and nodding, he kissed her cheek and smiled, "Thank you my mythical model, I really owe you one."

"Don't worry I won't let you forget it," she grinned.

They walked through the club with his hand still beneath the fabric of her dress. She stopped at the cloakroom to pick up the small bag she had packed as Tristan growled in her ear, "You won't have any use for that."

"Humour me," Grace laughed.

Tristan stood behind her as the bag was retrieved, his hand gently massaging her breast as he kissed her neck. His free hand ran up her leg lifting the gown to expose more of her through the already high split in the fabric. She whispered, "No wonder your sister thinks I am a trollop." She put her hand over his trying to lower the dress again.

"Princess Prick Tease," he growled, "You have no idea what it does to me seeing you tease all these guys who can only dream of having you." She glanced over her shoulder seeing that they had attracted the attention of several people who had looked in their direction. She quivered in anticipation of being with Tristan again as she took the bag and let him propel her before him as they walked out into the night air.

They crossed the now quiet road and went down a block entering a heritage style building. She hadn't realised Tristan lived in the CBD. The trip in the lift was entirely taken up with a soul deep kiss that left her weak-knee'd and when the doors opened he led her across the corridor and into an apartment facing the street. Large arched windows filled the entire front wall and while above the street on the second floor she could see the glow of the street lamps and the twinkling lights of the few single level buildings that lined the river bank.

Tristan let go of her taking off his jacket and tie as she moved across the soft carpeting silently to the window. The arch dwarfed her as it stretched from floor to ceiling and she could see the club they had left quite clearly as she drew her eyes along the street and river that rippled from a passing party boat. Soft music began to play as Tristan moved behind her once again kissing her neck and swaying her hips in time with his to the music.

He kissed her neck as his hands ran lightly over her shoulders and down her arms to her wrists pulling them back behind her making her arch slightly toward the window. He pressed forward rubbing his cock into her hands through the material of his trousers. She grasped at him, massaging the impressive cock.

He pulled her closer trailing kisses over her shoulders as he lowered the thin straps of the dress, his hands moving to cover and cup her breasts as they continued the slow dancing to the soft music. Grace leaned back against him, arching slightly more as if begging his hands for their attentions; she continued to massage his growing cock as they moved in unison. It throbbed in her hand and eager to renew their physical relationship she began to fumble blindly for the button and zipper of his pants. She could see her own reflection echoed back in the window, her dress half lowered and the large hands sculpting the soft flesh of her breasts. She realised she was exposed for anyone to see from the street below should they dare to look up but with a flick of her thumb the button of his pants came free and the zipper slowly descended causing her to close her eyes as she moved her hands closer to their goal.

Tristan felt her quiver with desire and he trailed kisses down her spine, his hands moving to her hips pushing the dress further down her body to pool at her feet leaving her clad in panties only. His larger body and stance kept her firmly in the small nook created by the stonework arch of the floor to ceiling window.

His hands ran slowly down her body again and trailed up her inner thighs widening her stance and brushing lightly over the white lace of her panties. He smiled as she sighed in pleasure, his fingers delving beneath the panties to tease her clit, satisfied only when he could feel the tremble run from her legs up her spine and hear her breath quicken with the small whimpers that escaped her.

Grace was beside herself with need, closing her eyes she blotted out the world before her, she felt his pants slide down over his hips as she sought the now hard cock within his briefs. She felt him hook his fingers into the sides of her panties and froze realising she would be totally naked to the world below her on the street but as he kissed his way down her spine again lowering the panties she didn't care, he made her feel so good. He took a moment as he stood to remove his own briefs and pressed against her back once again.

Tristan ground his cock against her ass as his fingers threaded into her hair dislodging some of the pins holding it in place as he pulled her head back and kissed her deeply his free hand roaming over her neck and breasts once again. Turning her suddenly and taking her in his arms he kissed her again forcing her back against the window revelling in what a sight it must be from the street should anyone dare to look up.

Placing a hand on her shoulder he encouraged her to kneel and she smiled looking up at him as her knees bent easily. The heat and sparks that flew between them were palpable and she could see the level of his desire in the depths of his dark smouldering eyes. Knowing exactly what he wanted she squirmed in her own need as her fingers curled around his shaft. She bent forward placing light teasing kisses on the tip of his cock before rolling her tongue around the swollen head smiling at his groan of pleasure.

Grace could feel his hands begin to thread into her hair again as she licked along the length of his shaft, bringing a hand up to cup his heavy sac. Lowering her head before he could take control of her actions she ran her tongue over his balls listening to the rumbling groan low in his throat. Keeping a hand on his cock and stroking slowly she ran the flat of her tongue over and around each hanging jewel before sucking one into her mouth. She felt his body tense and his groan become a louder growl and his hands twist in her hair. Leaning back up she kissed the tip of his cock, parting her lips slowly to take him into the warm cavern of her mouth all the while fluttering her tongue along the underside of his cock.

Tristan held her head in place and began to move slowly in and out of her mouth, forcing more in and hearing her gag slightly before she swallowed hard around him. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he moved at a faster pace, going deeper as she took more of what he gave her. He looked down enjoying her struggle to accommodate his needs, he growled loudly and pulled her up suddenly by the hair spinning her to lean against the window pushing her until all of her was exposed to the world. He took ragged deep breaths and his hands trailed over her back and sweetly rounded ass.

Grace felt him move against her once more, oblivious to the world outside she revelled in the sensations he gave her and his cock burnt hot and hard into the crack of her ass. His hands ran between her legs spreading her thighs and delving into the warm wetness of her cunt. His lips moved over her neck and up to her ear before he rumbled, "Beg me."

"Please," she whimpered, "Please fuck me Tristan, you're right, I need it, I need you, fuck me senseless again." She ground back into his groin feeling the hard cock against her.

Tristan bent his knees letting his cock travel down the crack of her ass and beneath her. Like a homing beacon he found the dripping wet hole easily and straighten his legs slamming up into her making her shudder and cry out in pleasure. His fingers still teasing and rolling her clit he lifted the other hand to her throat squeezing slightly as he pounded into her hard and fast.

Grace pressed her hands and forearms against the glass of the window to steady herself as he fucked her like only he could and she felt the tell-tale quivers rise within her. "So close," she cried, "I need to..." she cried out hoarsely as the fingers on her throat grew tighter.

"Come then Princess; show all those lucky people down there what I see, cum," he slammed into her again and again, his hand wrapped around her throat as he pinched and twisted her clit sending white lights of pain directly to her brain triggering off a monumental orgasm. She gave a hoarse cry from her constricted throat and felt Tristan stiffen and pulse within her as her own orgasm continued to roll over her in wave after wave of ecstasy. She floated on a high so big that knees buckles and she slumped in Tristan's arms and shook with force.

Tristan's knees buckled with his own intense pleasure and he collapsed to the floor pulling her with him. Grace lay sprawled on top of him wondering how this man managed to make her so uninhibited and gave her such amazing orgasms. She curled against him and whispered, "wow."

"Don't relax too much, I haven't finished with you yet," he chuckled.