the small flame. He pressed it over her left breast. Its flesh seemed to grow to meet the glass, her nipple advancing with the bit of suction that was created.
“ Oooh,” she said, smiling again. She was pleased at his choice. The heat wasn’t extreme, but enough to give her intense pleasure.
Tristan did the same to the other breast, then he pulled at one cup, and it suck ed her breast outward. He began to manipulate it, seeing that the lack of air between it and her breast had created a strong vacuum. Sophie’s pussy was dripping wet now. She wished she could see her tits.
Tristan pulled at the other now, rotating both gently. Sophie squirmed in her makeshift seat.
Finally, he pulled each off gently. Her nipples were long and hard, and he couldn’t resist any longer. He crouched down and took one between his lips. He sucked on it hard, pulling it further from her body. With his hand he pulled the other.
He rose and walked behind her. This stool, now…what was he supposed to do about it?
He lay on his back on the floor and slid under her. He found himself staring up at a shaved pink pussy which was coated in wetness. He put an exploratory hand up and massaged it gently. It felt good, thought Sophie, but he was pleasuring her. This was not the plan. Still, she allowed it. He had good hands and knew how to stroke a cunt.
Then she felt his tongue. He had pushed himself up onto his elbows and was eating her clit, licking her cream. He slipped three fingers inside her as he did so and felt her tense around them. He chewed gently on her flesh.
He wanted her to come; he loved making her feel good. But she stopped him.
“Tristan,” she said gently. “You’re too nice.”
He stopped. He felt frustrated, even a little embarrassed. Either he was too angry and violent or too nice. Which was it? The fact was that he couldn’t bring himself to be cruel to Sophie. Now, her voluptuous friend Dez. He could see taking a crop to her. He’d like to bend her over, and…
“ Unfasten me, would you?” Sophie interrupted his thoughts.
Annoyed with himself, Tristan rose from his spot on the floor. He undid the strap securing Sophie to the stocks and then opened the wooden prison which trapped her hands. Her breasts still had red circles of heat on them, which would no doubt remain for hours.
Sophie stood and removed the blindfold. Tristan looked at her sleek body and his cock twitched.
“Now, now,” she said, approaching him and giving its round tip a squeeze. “Your time will come.”
She headed to the stairs and left the basement. Tristan stood still, muttering, “What the fuck?”
He followed her up eventually, hoping that they would end up in her bedroom. He found her dressing herself, though, in jeans and a sweater.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I think we’ve done enough for now.” She looked at him and smiled reassuringly. She could sense that she’d just injured his confidence. But she was a little annoyed with him, too. Why couldn’t he take charge? Even when she’d left the basement he could have stopped her. He was large and strong, and yet he hesitated with her. As though he was too weak.
“I need to get some work done,” said Sophie as she approached him. “Big case on Monday.” She kissed his cheek. “Why don’t you come back tonight?”
He smiled finally. “Okay.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “I thought that maybe you were mad at me.”
“Do I have a reason to be mad?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well then, I’m not mad.”
She saw Tristan to the door and said good-bye. Then she went into her small office. Her Witch’s spellbook sat undisturbed in a desk drawer.
Sophie sat at the desk and extracted the book. She’d decided to take matters into her own hands. If Tristan couldn’t defeat the alpha, perhaps she could.
She searched for spells to weaken a foe. She found nothing helpful, except for a fear spell which would apparently weaken even