30: Yes, Lucien

**Warning! Sexual Content**

**Tristan**

"Dinner?" I repeated after Lucien had told me about his *lovely* little phone call with Damon's mate.

Lucien towered over me and then began lowering himself down, pinning me back down onto the bed. I still couldn't believe that I had shown him my eyes... I'd never done that before. In fact, I'd never allowed anyone get under my skin the way Lucien had... but admittedly, it wasn't the worst thing.

Lucien smirked, roaming his hands down my half-naked body as a way to distract me. I would be lying if I didn't say I liked his way of distracting me.

"Well yes, just a little dinner with my brother and his mate later on in the evening." He then leaned down and kissed against my stomach, almost bringing me to a sweet little moan. "And didn't you express your curiosity regarding my brother's mate?"

He wasn't wrong. Besides, getting to know the people who influenced Damon’s life was another part of my mission.

"So," Lucien uttered after lifting my legs over his shoulder, "easy way or hard way?" He uttered.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked confused.

He gripped my thighs tighter and pulled me closer towards him. "Am I going to have to convince you to come with me the easy way, or the hard way?"

"Well, what's the easy way?" I asked, curiously.

Lucien leaned down between my legs with his lips just inches from my underwear. "The easy way is I play it nice and simple. You answer yes, and I'll reward you for being a good girl."

"What about the hard way? What does that entail?"

He gave a low, sexy growl and then snatched at the waistband around my panties and tugged them down to my feet, leaving me naked and exposed. "I will have to punish you until you say yes. So, which one is it, Love? Reward or punishment? Either way, they both end up giving me what I want."

I stayed silent for a moment, contemplating my options and recalling the previous time we were in a situation like this. Lucien really did know how to make my body feel absolutely electrified, but I wanted something different. Something challenging.

So, I bit my lip and looked away, embarrassed as I uttered, "The hard way..."

Lucien gave a wicked smile and growled out heavily, "My favourite."

Immediately, he walked to his cupboard, shifting the mirror on his way so that it was even closer to the bed. From his cupboard he retrieved some rope and... a feather?

"What the hell is that for?" I asked, concerned.

He turned towards me and raised a brow, "For me to know and you to find out, Love."

And afterwards he began nearing the bed again.

"Hands," He demanded. I stretched them out and he pulled me up so that I was kneeling on his mattress. Once my hands were in the air he sighed and uttered out, "This will have to do."

By that, he meant that the light in the ceiling would have to serve as a place to tie my hands. And so, he did, tying them right to the ceiling lights so that my they were above my head.

"Don't break my lights, Love." He warned.

"Will you punish me if I do?" I asked with an arched brow.

He gave a chuckle and nodded, "You catch on fast, Love. Now remember, I want to hear you screech my name."

"Make me then," It came out of my mouth as a daring little experiment as I wondered if I could have the same physical effect on him as he had on me. And I wasn't left disappointed, because the second it left my mouth, a low growl emitted from his chest and his eyes turned a dark red colour. My own eyes responded, turning blue, and when they did, he reached out and placed his fingers under my chin and leaned in slowly. It looked as though he were about to kiss me, but just when our lips were about to meet, he shook his head, and moved away from me. I noticed he did that a lot- avoiding kissing me on the lips. I wondered what his reasons were and made a note to ask him at a later stage.

After recovering, Lucien grabbed at the feather and then moved behind me before pointing to the mirror. "I want you to watch how absolutely stunning you look when you're all vulnerable."

He grabbed my naked hips and brought them to his. Immediately I felt just how rock hard and erect he was beneath his trousers, and the very thought had a pool of wetness forming between my thighs.

"You feel that?" He whispered against my ear. I shivered at the warmth of his breath and bit down on my lower lip, preventing a moan from escaping. "You're doing that to me."

And then he began using the feather. First, he began moving it against the insides of my arms. The sensation was odd, but at no point did I even muster up a little giggle.

"You really aren't ticklish?" He asked.

"It's not that... I lost... my... ability to laugh... years ago!" I panted out.

"Is that so. Well, a feather can do more than just tickle." He said, before setting the feather down against the mattress. Thereafter he hooked his finger against the clasp of my bra, loosened it and then ripped my bra clean off of my body. I was now sitting in front of the mirror, hands raised above my head and completely naked. The very sight of myself like this, made me feel embarrassed, and so I turned my head away from the mirror. But Lucien wasn't impressed and grabbed at my chin, as he had before, tilted it and forced me to stare at my absolutely undignified self.

He reached down and, with his other hand, grabbed at the feather again, this time gently flicking the tip of it against one of my nipples. It was at that point that I couldn't hold back anymore, and a series of loud, desperate moans escaped from my mouth. The moment they did, Lucien let out another growl and I felt him hardening even more as he pressed up even further against my ass.

"That's it Love. Goddess you look so good wet and shivering like that. Look at yourself!" He said, tightening his grip on my chin and forcing me to stare at myself. My eyes had turned blue again and they burned in desperation as my body shivered against his. "Good girl. You make me so proud." He purred and then continued to flick the feather against my nipples even harder. It felt soft and yet harsh and sharp against my nipples and I could see how they hardened in my reflection.

"Fuck!" I muttered as a wave of intense pleasure rippled through my body. The more the feather flicked, the wetter I became, so much so that cum was beginning to drip down the insides of my thighs.

"Do you want me to use my mouth? To swirl my tongue against your breasts? Tell me, tell me you want it Love. Say 'yes Lucien' like a good girl." His voice was huskier now and had a hypnotic, seductive edge to it. Nonetheless, I refused. I wanted to provoke him.

"Oh, you're being feisty, aren't you? That's alright. I have a way of getting people to do exactly what I want them to do." And as he said this, he let go of my chin, and used his free hand to grip at my thigh and part my legs. As he did this, he used his other hand which held the feather in it and began flicking it against my spine. I arched back into him immediately and cried out in pleasure.

"Come on Love, say it..." He hissed. Still, I refused, despite the painful feeling of sharp want throbbing between my legs. "Still not convinced? Then I'll just have to-"

With that he dropped the feather and bent down behind me. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue and began lapping at the trails of cum against my inner thighs. I tried closing them the second I felt his hot breath against my skin, but his grip against my legs were deadly. I was dripping now, and my thighs were trembling. My entire body was on fire and all I wanted, all I had on my mind was that feeling of an orgasm I was so desperately chasing. But Lucien's teasing was nowhere near enough to push me over the edge, and he knew that.

"Fuck... yes Lucien! I-I want it!" I practically roared this out. The second it left my lips he froze for a moment before returning to his place behind me with his lips right next to my ear.

"First, look at the mess you are in the mirror." He said, gripping my cheeks and tilting my head so that only the side of it was visible. His lips were right against my jawline and he stared at my reflection through his own lust-crazed red eyes, taking in every inch of me as though it all belonged to him.

"Look at your trembling thighs, your sweat covered skin, the red tinge on your cheeks. See the way you're all helpless with your hands tied against the ceiling lights. You're such a little mess for me right now, aren't you? Say it, tell me you're a mess."

"I-I'm a m...mess..."

"That's right. Good girl. Now I'll reward you for being such a good girl."

He then moved in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror with his body. I wasn't complaining though, I liked looking at him, especially now that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

He gripped at my torso and pulled me close to him. I could feel his rapid heartbeat beneath his shirt against my naked chest and the very rhythm of it matched mine.

Slowly he leaned down and took my left breast in his mouth, making sure to be slow and absolutely careful with his sweet and seductive movements. His tongue would move in a circular motion, barely teasing the edges of my nipple, and then he'd open his mouth wider, taking more of me in his mouth.

"Y-yes!" I exclaimed, unable and unwilling to contain myself any longer. I'd never felt so free before. In fact, these restraints on me were nothing like shackles but rather threads of sexual liberty I'd never had a chance to even touch until now. And so, I gave in to everything.

I could feel Lucien's claws digging into me, and felt the wetness of my blood trickling down the skin of my back. The very feeling was pure ecstasy, but I wanted more. I wanted my body shivering in pleasure. I wanted it covered in his scent, in the feeling of absolute, unrelenting pleasure. I wanted the very memory of his touches etched into every single surface of skin so I could never forget.

"I- I want more Lucien... m-more!" I practically begged in a voice which did not at all belong to me.

Lucien immediately stopped what he was doing, removed his mouth from my breast and set his warm, red eyes on my blue ones. I couldn't quite read the expression it contained, mainly because it seemed as though he were internally conflicted.

Then, after a moment or so, he growled deeply, and his teeth protruded from his lips. "Oh, you've really done it now, Love." His tone was calm in the deadliest, most frightening way, and I soon became alarmed. But I had no time to even express my concern because as soon as the words left his mouth, his hands grabbed at the rope, ripped right through it and then grabbed hold of my hands which were now free, or so I thought. He then pushed me to the bed so that I was lying flat on my back, naked and exposed underneath him.

"What are you-"

But I was cut off when he flipped me over and pushed me back down flat on my stomach.

"Goddess, you've made me so fucking horny I just want to fuck you... I want to fuck you until you can't fucking walk... until your whole entire fucking body is all mine." His voice was deeper, huskier, and I could tell that the wolf side of him was struggling to take dominance within his body. But I was nothing if not excited by this turn of events, and yet, at the same time, utterly terrified. I knew mating Lucien was a recipe for disaster and, despite my growing lust, I knew I'd have to stop him. But before I could even get any words out, he gripped my hands and pinned them above my head again. "But I'll have to restrain myself... I won't taint your body, Tristan."

I began to relax the moment he said my name. For some odd reason, I trusted Lucien, now not only with my body, but in general. Then again, he hadn't given me a reason not to trust him.

The next thing I heard began to surprise me, it was the sound of Lucien unbuckling his belt and fiddling with his trousers. "Don't worry, I just don't want too many layers in the way."

Too many layers?

With my hands still pinned and my stomach still flat against his mattress, Lucien began to lower himself down onto me until I felt his hardness through his underwear, pressing against my bare ass. The feeling of his erection against me made me moan involuntarily, and an animalistic growl left Lucien's chest.

"Fuck... how much do you want to cum, Love?" He said, in my ear. "Do you want me desperately?"

"Y-yes Lucien..."

"Then will you go to dinner tonight with me?" Lucien was impeccable at his games. Again, he had gotten exactly what he wanted from me.

"Y...Yes Lucien."

"That's a good girl. Now don't you dare hold back your voice. I want your throat raw by the time I'm done with you."

Then suddenly, I felt the pressure of most of the weight of his body, on my back and his cock was right up against my ass. He began with soft, slow movements, grinding his hips against my ass. But his movements were deep and as he grinded against me, he began creating pleasurable friction between my wet folds and the sheets of the mattress. Goddess, it felt so good I could have exploded then and there, but still, he was teasing me.

"F-faster..." I whined.

Lucien chuckled darkly before whispering, "I don't take commands, Love."

He then shifted slightly, let go of my hands and then tangled his own hands into my hair, tugging at it roughly as he continued grinding against me. I wasn't sure how much I could take of this. The pleasure was becoming painful, and all I wanted was to release.

"P-please..."

"Please what? I don't respond to commands, but I do respond to begs. Now fucking *beg* me!" He growled.

"Please Lucien! Go f-faster!" I begged. I then begged again, and again until my voice grew scratchy and hoarse.

"Alright, I'll give you what you want. After all, I'm really close too." And with that, he began ramming his hips into my ass, thrusting faster and harder than I even thought possible. My back ached and arched, but I ignored it. I even ignored the pain shooting through my scalp as he tugged relentlessly at my hair and the bruises he'd began to form against my body as he moved harshly against it. The friction was deliciously sinful, and my toes began to curl as I reached my well-awaited orgasm. And as I did, Lucien let out a few loud grunts and groans before he reached his and his pace began to slow until it stopped altogether. We were both soaking wet and panting heavily as we gazed at each other in silence.

"You seemed to have enjoyed that..." Lucien uttered, shifting slightly so that he was now leaning on his forearms and gazing down at my naked body. I was too tired to even care how exposed I was.

"Is lying an option?" I asked.

Lucien chuckled and then shook his head before saying, "No. It's not."

"Fine then... perhaps I did enjoy it."