17: Pleasure

**Warning, sexual content (includes daddy kink)**

**Tristan**

"You'll have to excuse these awful sheets," Lucien said as he led me into his bedroom. It was quaint, nothing extravagant which surprised me.

"So, what exactly are we going to do? You said you wouldn't sleep with me; how else will you allow me the *honour* of experiencing pleasure?" I asked, quite bored now. Sure, Lucien could cook well, and I found listening to him... tolerable. But pleasure? Please, no one had ever managed to get anywhere near to pleasing me.

Lucien raised a brow and then pointed towards his bed. "Take a seat."

I huffed, but did as he said, taking a seat onto his bed which was surprisingly soft beneath me.

"I take it you're not a virgin?" Lucien asked, as he began searching for something in his bags. It took him a moment, and then he retrieved a smaller, black bag from one of them. Slowly he unzipped it and retrieved from it a strangely shaped, long object.

"What the hell is that?" I asked with raised brows.

Lucien smirked and then said, "Don't you worry, now, answer the question."

"No." I said curtly.

"I thought as much. When we talked earlier, you sounded as though you had experience regarding sex. Though, from what I heard, your experiences must have been nothing but boring." And then, he began searching through his bags again, this time he retrieved from it two pairs of handcuffs.

"Do you know how to use those things?" I asked.

Again, he smirked, "Yes, Love. I know how to use these things. Better than you think."

He then began nearing the bed, and he placed the objects next to me neatly. Thereafter he shrugged off his suit jacket, set it down on the chair next to the dressing table and undid his tie.

"Right," he said as his eyes fell on mine, "let's get started."

"It's about time." I said with folded arms.

"Mouthy, aren't we?"

I kept quiet as he said this though, because as the words left his mouth, his arms snaked around my waist, and he lifted me up towards his pillows where he laid me down gently. His golden eyes had turned a shade of red, one deeper than I'd ever seen in any other Alpha wolf before. It was dark and sinister and had my skin breaking out in goosebumps as they stared down at me. He licked his lips slowly, leaned down and sniffed at the crook of my neck.

"Goddess, you smell so different. I find your scent absolutely intoxicating. It makes me want to do this-"

His hands began roaming my legs and spreading them apart, and I found my body letting him touch me. I couldn't resist... I didn't want to resist.

"There are three types of people," His mouth now neared my ear and the feeling of his hot breath against the lobe of it had me shivering involuntarily. I'd never felt such an intense feeling of... desire. My body was practically on fire under his and I found myself biting back a little moan and his tongue grazed at the bottom of my earlobe.

"There are people who like to give pleasure." His hands then gripped at my thighs tighter before he wrapped them around his hips.

"There are people who like to receive pleasure." His hands trailed onward, riding my dress up, exposing my red lace underwear. I saw him bite at his lip when his eyes met the fabric and he growled darkly. The man before me was no longer that light-hearted, flirtatious man I'd conversed with a second ago. Instead, he seemed beast-like and domineering, and despite my attempts at resisting it, my body gave in to every touch of his.

"And there are people who prefer both." By the time he'd said that my dress was completely off of my body, and I was left in nothing but my underwear.

"L-Lucien. This is not-"

"Hush up and be a good girl for daddy." He uttered lowly before gripping at my throat with his left hand. I felt excitement lurch through my body, but the part of me trained for attack, gripped at his fingers.

Lucien growled at this, clearly not liking that I was trying to loosen the grip of his hot fingers on my throat.

"Don't you dare try to resist." He warned, and I felt his grip tighten slightly. He was strong, much stronger than I’d anticipated.

Surprisingly, he loosened his grip and began laying kisses against my chest. Was this part of his lesson in pleasure? Choking me? I had to admit, as strange as it was, I found myself excited by the fact that his hand gripped at my throat.

"You taste," he hissed out, before sticking his tongue out and swiping it across the top of my breasts, "like you belong to me."

My mind was telling me to push him off, to fight him, to resist, but my body wouldn't listen. It shivered and heated against his hot skin, and I found my underwear completely soaked. *What was this feeling?*

"I'm going to restrain you now, Love. But only so you won't try anything funny when I... please your body." After he said this, he gave a wicked grin. This side of Lucien was perhaps the most tolerable side yet. I'd never felt more thrilled by anything or anyone before and the strange things my body was beginning to do had me curious. I wondered what more he'd do to me. I wondered how else my body would respond.

Lucien leaned back slightly and gripped at the handcuffs. When he did, I tried to find some part of myself willing to resist. It seemed my mouth still held a lingering sense of loyalty to my brain (for now).

"Lucien, don't you d-dare!" I stuttered this out.

Lucien raised a brow at me and then let another growl rip from his chest. "I thought you were curious about pleasure. Now you're resisting me?"

He then gripped at my wrists, and before I even had time to react, cuffed them to the bedposts. I struggled against them, trying to break free, but Lucien stopped me by laying a hot, wet kiss against the side of my neck and scratching at the skin of it with his teeth. The very feeling was purely electrical, and I found myself unable to move under him.

"You're such a bitch, sometimes. But don't worry, daddy knows how to make you a good girl. Daddy knows how to get you to obey. Now won't you moan for me?" When he said this, he moved his fingers towards the fabric of my underwear, and he began rubbing at the skin underneath it gently.

Goddess knew I wanted to moan. In fact, I wanted to scream as waves of pleasure pulsed through me, making me throb, and soaking my underwear further. I'd never been so wet before, not even in my previous sexual encounters with men. In fact, I'd never wanted to moan so badly. But I bit it back, not wanting to give the man the satisfaction of hearing me moan.

Lucien chuckled when he realised this, and tsked before gripping my chin and forcing me to look up at him. His eyes were swirling in their own lust and there was something dangerously animalistic about them.

"Such a difficult girl. That's okay, I like playing games. So, let's play." He whispered, leaning in and teasing my lips by merely touching the skin of his to mine slightly, and then pulling away, leaving me with the craving of his lips against mine.

His fingers tugged at the fabric of my panties in an attempt to pull them down my legs. But as soon as he tried pulling them down my legs, I closed them, pressing my thighs together.

Lucien growled. "Bad girl! You're asking to be punished."

With that, he gripped at my thighs roughly and forced them apart. *How strong was he?*

I tried closing them again, but his grip on my thighs was dangerously firm, and the look in his eyes cautioned me against it. It seemed Lucien would be seeing me naked after all.

When my panties were off, a strange, hot feeling made its way to my cheeks, and I found myself flustered. Was I nervous to be naked under Lucien? The thought seemed preposterous, but yet here I was, unable to even look at him as I felt his hungry eyes gazing down at me.

"You don't have to be nervous," he said, this time, surprisingly gently, making it easier for me to glance back up at him. He held a softer look in his eyes now, one which made me relax under his grip. "I'm just showing you what real pleasure is. So... trust me."

Trust him? How could I trust him when I was using him? But his words did bring me some sort of strange comfort. Perhaps going along with this would convince him I did trust him. Trust worked both ways. If I trusted him- or at least pretended to- then he could put his trust in me.

Once Lucien was sure I was no longer nervous, his hands began to travel under my bra and slowly he began squeezing at my breasts.

"I'll get you so much wetter, Love." He whispered. "And I *will* make you moan!"

His thumb and index fingers then began touching at my nipples, gently squeezing and twisting them. This was my absolute undoing and I found that I could no longer hold back those moans and screams I'd been trying to hide from him.

"Ah! Fuck!" I yelled out, and then finished it off with a long, desperate moan.

Lucien smiled and said, "Good girl, Tristan."

And as he continued rubbing my nipples, I couldn't help but think to myself, *this is pleasure*. I couldn't say I disliked the feeling, after all, my body very much approved of it.

"Now," he began, before removing one of his hands from my bra and slipping it between my thighs, "for the best parts."

Best *parts*? I thought this was the best part already. But I was proven wrong when his fingers began to slip between the folds of skin at the entrance of my pussy.

"Fuck, you're already so fucking wet for daddy." He growled this out and the shivers along my spine were threatening to break it... *badly*.

Slowly he began to stroke his fingers teasingly between the folds of skin, soaking them in my wetness. I arched my back and closed my eyes, not able to even muster up any thoughts of resistance anymore. There was this hot, tight feeling growing within my stomach, and I found myself salivating at the deliciously decadent thought of it, of what it would lead up to.

"T-that feels so-"

"Good? I know. But I'm not done yet, Love." He whispered softly against my skin. Lucien pulled his fingers from my soaking pussy and raised them to his mouth before licking at the wet substance covering them.

When he did, his eyes widened and then he licked his lips before saying, "You taste... so good. I've never tasted anything this sweet. I want more."

And with that his other hand left my bra and he began parting my legs again. My toes curled at the feeling of his warm breath against my sensitive skin, and I cried out in pleasure as his tongue began licking at the wetness between my thighs.

"Mmm," He moaned against the flesh of my pussy, and I felt my body begin to shake and the hot feeling grow hotter and hotter in the centre of my stomach. It was finally released in large, intense pulses. Pleasure? This was no longer just pleasure. It was something I couldn't quite describe, a feeling like floating mid-air with nothing but the softness of clouds touching at my skin. In fact, the feeling was so mind-blowing, that I couldn't help the next word that left my mouth, "Daddy!"

When Lucien heard this, his fingers gripped onto my thighs tighter, and he began taking rougher, harder licks and I couldn't help but enjoy every moment of it.

His mouth then left my pussy and he licked at his wet lips slowly, seductively.

"Say it again." He demanded. But the high of an orgasm was not there to edge me on, to make me say such stupid things. And so, I shook my head.

Lucien growled in disapproval and then reached for the strangely shaped object. "Then I'll make you."

And with that, he tugged at my legs and placed the object inside of me. My walls immediately contracted, and a surprised moan left my mouth.

"I'm asking one last time, Love. Say it again. After this, I won't ask nicely anymore."

But still, I refused, excited to see what would happen if I disobeyed. Judging by the feral look in his eyes, it had to be something absolutely sinful.

Lucien smirked wickedly, and, without warning, the object began to vibrate.

"Now I can adjust how intensely this little toy can vibrate. So, if you give me what I want, then I'll give you what you want. If you don't... well, I've got all night."

I wondered how long I could ride this out for. I wondered how long it would take before I did as he said.

And so, Lucien began teasing me as his so called 'toy' vibrated, making me throb and drench myself more in cum. His hands would travel down my body, sending electricity against the skin. His lips would touch and press against every surface they could find, but they never once dared to wander to my lips. Instead, they kissed against my neck, my collar bone, my chest, my breasts, the surface of my stomach, the bones of my hips, and even between them. Eventually I was so driven by desperation, so in want of being satisfied, that I had no choice but to do as he said. And so, it left my mouth again, "Daddy."

"Good girl. You're *such* a good girl. Do you want to cum?" He asked.

I bit my lip and nodded vigorously.

"Then beg daddy. Ask me to make you cum, Love."

"M-make me c-cum!" I whined out.

"Louder!" He demanded. By now I was getting annoyed and so I yelled out, "For fuck sake! Just fucking make me cum already!"

He chuckled darkly, but did as I asked, turning up the vibration and pushing the toy in deeper. It didn't take long before I was squirting cum all over his sheets, drenching it with traces of me. Once I was done, I was left panting and exhausted.

"I'm impressed," Lucien said, pulling the toy out of me and uncuffing my wrists. They fell limp beside me.

"Impressed?" I panted out softly.

Lucien nodded. "Most women I've tried that with never even thought of resisting me once, but you did, over and over again. I must say, I find that surprisingly attractive."

My ears perked up at this. "Attractive, huh?"

He hummed in response and then glanced up at me. "Goddess, you look exhausted. Why don't you spend the night?"

"I'm going to have to refuse. I-"

"Come on, Love, it's only one night. Besides, tomorrow's Saturday. And anyway, what's the worst I could do?"