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The Mercy of Devotion

Novel By: Kam Carr

Meeting Tristan Smith at a bus stop is a life changing event in Kendra Gratton's life. She gets lost in Tristan's world and falls for him quicker than she wants. With his need to seek the possibilities of pleasure she is drawn in. Then the dark secrets begin to emerge.... Stripping?? Money?? Drugs?? And of course there is Dylan-Tristan's older brother. She soon finds herself wondering if she is with the right brother and then she learns the bomb shell that could destroy everything.
The mercy of devotion may push the barriers of reality a little too far, but at the end of the day...
We are always at the Mercy of the people we love.... View table of contents...


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16th August 2012

I really don't remember the exact day,time or month but I remember the encounter. For a while dead on 8.15am I got the bus for work. Same bus at the same place. He was there in fact.. He is always there. Bit stupid as we always caught the same bus. He always wears the same hoody and jogging bottoms. He sits in the same place and is constantly on his phone. I have looked over a couple of times but he never looks up. He must be younger than me. Maybe 27-28 and here I am reaching my mid thirty's.

My boyfriend of 6 years recently walked out on me and left me for some perfect woman who I couldn't barely compete with. Maybe that's why I noticed him this precise day? Maybe the loneliness and need was overwhelming me?

The bus came and we both got on.

17th August 2012

Once again it was time for the 8.15 bus ride to work. He was there again, sat in his favourite place but today wearing a suit. I wondered where he worked? Was he a lawyer, doctor or maybe even a teacher? I took him in fully today. Dark auburn hair, strong chin, broad nose, deep set eyes and he was smiling at something. Two deep dimples imprinted in his cheeks. Fuck! No wonder he was smiling, I had been caught staring. I felt my cheeks blush and I went back to my book. I couldn't bare to look back up. The embarrassment was too much. Thankfully the bus came and we both got on.

18th August 2012

Last night I had the most vivid dream of my whole entire life and I am not sure what to make of it. All day at work I couldn't stop thinking about. The man from the bus stop was in it. Only this time he had a name. Mr Smith! I'm not sure why my subconscious would come up with that. I always thought I was creative person, well at the end of the day I was an interior designer for a major firm in Oxford City centre.


Is it because in films and books Smith is used in sordid way? I really don't have a clue. He probably isn't called Smith at all.

I was at the bus stop and he was sat in normal place on his phone. This time when he looked up and noticed I was staring he walked over.

"Hi" he said, his deep hazel eyes staring down at me. I couldn't speak. He handed me a card. "Ring the number... Tonight... Dead on 6 pm." I nodded, took the card off him. The bus came and we both boarded. Half of me hoped he would sit beside me but as normal he went upstairs and I stayed down.

The time at work seemed to drag, every time I picked up my phone only one minute seemed to pass. Dead on 5 pm I switched the computer off and dashed to the bus stop. I knew it would take me 30 mins to get home. The card was still safety in my pocket. I really must of look pathetic, getting all excited about calling a number at 6? It might of not even be his number. For all I knew it could be some sort of joke.

All of a sudden my phone went off. I grabbed it out and an email had come through...

Ring the number... Dead on six... Smith.

Terror began to fill me. How could anyone get hold of my personal email address. Smith? Was that the bloke from the bus stop? That was the same name in my dream. Seriously this was freaking me out. The bus arrived and I boarded still looking at the email.

Was it safe to call this number after the email? Was he some sort of stalker or did he know something I didn't know. My mind was swirling but now I felt intrigued. I had to call just to ease my inquisitive mind.

Dead on six I dialled the number and it rang. My heart began to beat hard through my chest. I thought I was going to pass out.

"Hello" answered a deep voice. All of a sudden I was unable to speak. The voice gave a little laugh. "Kendra?" Shit! How did he know my name?

"Kendra?" He repeated.

"Um mm... Yes" I replied. I had to go sit down on the sofa. My legs felt weak and I thought I was going to fall on to the floor.

"I'm really glad you called. Where do you live?"

"Excuse me?" I sounded shocked, which of course I was. This Smith bloke knew my name and email address. I had only noticed him the other day and I knew I had never spoken to him before in my whole entire life.

"You must live near me after all we share a bus every morning and we had done for 6 months now." Wow! That was a revelation. 6 months? How come I had never noticed him before? His tone changed into a dark sensual way. "I having been watching you for a while. I think you're a very beautiful woman and I would like to get to know you."

I tried to catch my breath. It had been a while since any man had shown me any interest. Maybe it was time for Kendra Gratton to take a small risk. I was always to safe and predictable. It was time to unleash my wild side, take a chance and live for once.

"369 Violet Place" I answered and put the phone down. It was now up to him if he wanted to show up. I had done my part, I had called and given my address. I didn't want to beg for him to come. I just prayed he would.

It felt like hours but yet it had only been twenty minutes. The door bell rang, I ran to answer it. I was still in my work clothes. I really hadn't made much of an effort at all.

I slowly opened the door and there he was before me wearing that hoodie and jogging bottoms. His auburn hair all roughed up. He was holding a bottle of wine. All of a sudden doubts filled my head. Was I doing the right thing allowing a complete stranger into my home?

I didn't have a chance to deny him entry, he strolled in and made his way into the living room. He began to scan the place. I wasn't sure what he was looking for. He slowly placed the wine on the coffee table and his hazel eyes turned to me.

He strutted over to me still standing in the hallway. His hands gently placed themselves on my waist. He bent down and looked directly into my eyes.

"Don't look mortified, Kendra. I'm not a mass murderer or anything like that. I'm only here as I want to get to know you. You know I've always looked at you.." A little amused smile sprung to his lips. "Well, a little!"

"Then I guess a little is okay" I laughed, finally my anxiety was starting to drift away.

He unzipped his hoodie and took it off. I had to divert my eyes away from his bulked up arms and the white vest clinging to every defined muscle on his stomach.

"Do you have glasses?" He asked with a slight laugh.

"Yes" I ran off into the kitchen and returned a few moments with them. I handed them over but he grabbed hold of my wrist and led me over to the sofa.

He sat down. "So?"

I sat down next to him. "So?"

"Do you normally allow strangers in your home?" I shook my head. "Relax... I'm kidding." He took the glasses out of my hands and placed them on the table. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. He turned to face me and one of his hands placed its self on the bare skin of my thigh. I watched as his hand slowly trailed up and under my skirt. I swallowed hard. Was this how people did it now? Did they no longer get to know each other? I allowed the breath I was holding to be released. Maybe this was the way froward? No string sex. I didn't have to give any commitment and he wasn't asking for anything.

Suddenly I threw myself at him, my lips colliding with his. He tasted manly and sweet. Our tongues massaging each others. He pulled me up to his lap and finally broke away. I watched how he tried to gain his breath this time.

"We haven't had the wine yet?" He coughed.

"No, we haven't." I stood up and held out my hand. "Shell we?" He didn't speak, just placed his hand in mine and rose. "We don't have to...." I hesitated.

He brought a long finger and placed it against me lips. "Sshhh... Come!"

This time him leading me to my bedroom. How did he know what room was what? Was he some sort of psychic? Just my luck.... We entered the room and he pulled me in. Within an instant his lips were on mine and he was pushing me back towards my bed. My hands ran up his vest and I finally felt his toned stomach.

His hands moved from my waist down to my arse. My eyes widen open. Was I actually doing this? I had never done anything like this before. I was such a reserved person and never jumped into bed on the first date. This wasn't a date?

He gave me a slight shove and I fell into the bed. "I don't normally do this, Kendra. I have a policy of wining and dining a woman before I get her into bed."

I rested up on my elbows and stared at him. He removed his vest and then his jogging bottoms. He was a very handsome man with a body only a woman could dream about. He ran his hands through his auburn hair and his eyes blazed with desire. I could see the bulge in his boxers. I had turned him on. I had done that to him. Suddenly my arousal was controlling my body. I wanted him deep inside me, his teeth tugging at my nipples, his fingers playing and his hands pulling my hair.

I sat up, not once taking my eyes off his, I slowly began to undo my shirt buttons.

I watched as he climbed off my bed and went in search for his clothes. I laid on my belly at the end of the bed, placed my head in my hands and just watched. Perfectly toned stomach, pert tight bum and impressive ripped arms.

"So," I laughed, realizing maybe I should of asked the question before the bedroom. "What exactly do you do?"

He spun round with an amused smile. He picked it up his white vest and threw it on. "I own a club."

"A club?"

Seductively pulling on his jogging bottoms walked over to me. He scooped down to my eye-level and our eyes locked. "A club you would like..."


He leaned froward and placed a little kiss on my nose. "You should come.. Bring your friends. Shell we say Friday?"

I shrugged. "Oh, I don't know! Could be busy?"

His eyes widened. "I would make it worth your while. Your enjoy it... All the women enjoy it!" With that he left the room and I was alone. A club? I hadn't been to a club in years. ….


20th August 2012

It had been a few days since I had seen Smith, even though I still never learned what his actually name was. It was Thursday and I had met my best friend Sandra for a drink after work. She was in the same position as me. Single and in her thirties.

I placed my glass down on the table. "What you doing tomorrow night?"

"What I do every Friday night!" She snorted. "Have a bath, watch a DVD, drink a bottle of wine and pass out. Why?"

I sat back in my seat. "I have been invited to this club and he said bring a friend."

She slowly raised an eyebrow. "Do you realize you said club, he and friend all in the same sentence?" I shook my head. Sandra was mocking me. "Who is he?"

I looked away and felt my cheeks flush at the memory of the other night. She would believe if I told her. I hadn't even got my head around what I had done. There was no harm in sharing.

"I met someone" I giggled.

"Really?" She looked astonished. "What's his name?"

"I don't know" I laughed.

"Have you slept with him?" I nodded and her mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh my god, Kendra. See, I told you after Steve left you would get your life back."

"So," I wanted to change the subject from Steve. As far as I was concerned he never existed. "You want to come?"

"Hell yeah! Lets hope this mystery man of yours has a friend. As I am getting bored of my Friday nights!"

21st August 2012

The whole of Friday seemed to drag. I kept checking my phone to if he had rang but nothing! I was really getting second thoughts about going. Sandra had called and I told her about my doubts. Her reaction was "Shut the fuck up, go home, get dress and meet her outside at eight!"

I couldn't let her down she was really looking froward to it. I walked out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped round me and headed to my bedroom.

What should I wear?

What did people wear to a club these days?

I cringed, asking myself that question showed I had aged. I began to go through all my dresses. I guess I could wearing something revealing. I was only 31 years old and I still had my lean but yet curvy figure. I pulled out a black boob tube dress. It was simple, but with accessory's and shoes it would look impressive.

What if he had forgotten about me?

Suddenly felt all the panic wash through my body. Seriously, could I live with the humiliation. I took in a deep breath and looked back at the dress. You know I had to stop doubting everything and I had to get a grip. If he ignored me surely the possibility of meeting someone else could arise...

Dead on Eight I made my way up to the club, queues of women all waiting outside. I noticed Sandra, she was dress casual in a pair of white trousers, a shirt and jean jacket. Now I felt awkward I was over dressed.

She didn't look very happy, she pulled me over. "What sort of club is this?" She asked with a low voice.

"I don't know.. Why?"

Her eyes diverted to the queue. "It's just I have been here for ten minutes and I haven't seen one man go in. Is this bloke gay?"

I laughed. "How CAN he be gay when I'VE have slept with him? Besides if he was gay? Wouldn't you of seen loads of men go in and not women?"

Sandra thought for a second. "I guess!"

We made our way over the queue and took our place. I was now feeling very anxious. The queue moved really fast and we soon got to the front. I was just about to walk in when the bouncer stopped me.

"Do you have ID?" He asked.

I opened my mouth in shock and no words came out.

"You got to be kidding me?" Sandra laughed. I shrugged and reached into my bag to grab my driving licence. I handed it over and bouncer began to study it.

He looked up and gave a smile. "Very sorry.. Its just..." He shook his head and handed it back. "Never mind.. Enjoy ladies night" and finally we were allowed entry.

We entered the club and it was jam packed with women. I looked around there was stage in the centre with chairs and tables set out in front. A little dance floor and in the far corner a bar.

I turned to Sandra as we headed towards the bar, that to was packed. "Do they normally have stages in night clubs?"

Sandra shrugged. "How should I know?" We pushed ourselves to the front and ordered.

"So... You seen him yet?" Sandra asked.

I looked around. "No! I have this feeling I won't be seeing him ever again. He probably woke up the next morning with dread!"

We finally managed to get our drinks and decided to grab a table at the back. I was just about to sit down.

"Kendra" a voice boomed. I heard to look a blonde man in a suit. I narrowed my eyes, I had never seen this man in my whole life. "Hi" he smiled.

"Hi" Sandra replied in a flirty manner.

The blonde man smiled at Sandra and turned his attention back to me. "Tristan insists you sit at the front? Follow me!" I reluctantly followed him to the table and we sat down. "I'll go and grab the champagne he has waiting for you."

I held out my hand to stop him from leaving. "Who is Tristan?"

The blonde man laughed at me as if I was crazy. "Your joking, right?" I shook my head. "Oh! Tristan is the owner of this place. I'll grab champagne." He quickly hurried off.

Sandra slumped back her seat. "At least you know his name now!"

I guess that was a good thing considering I hadn't dared to ask a few nights ago. I must of looked stupid.

"I guess" I replied.

"I mean who doesn't get a name to a bloke they have fucked!"

"It wasn't fucking! It was making love" I hissed.

"Excuse me" said the blonde man returning with the champagne. I felt my cheeks flush and looked down at my hands. Great! Now he was going to go back and tell him I was confessing his out of work activities with the whole club.

The blonde man began to pour the champagne. "Tristan said he will join you straight after his performance."

"Performance?" I asked.

"Yeah... He hasn't told you much has he?" He laughed. "Typically, he likes to keep secrets." The bloke held out his hand. "I'm Dylan... His much older and more handsome brother."

Straight away Sandra grabbed hold of his hand and shook it. "Oh!" She smiled flattering her eyelashes. "I'm Kendra's friend Sandra!"

"Kendra and Sandra" he said playing with our names. "Wonderful meeting you... We will have a drink later, Sandra" he winked and strutted off.

"Wow!" Sandra grinned. "What sort performance do you think they do here?" Her eyes widened and she began to laugh. "You don't think?"

"Think what?"

"He's a drag queen?"

I shook my head. That was a completely laughable explanation. Tristan was so manly and he had a great body. There was no way he would dress like a woman.

All of a sudden the lights went out and music boomed out of nowhere. I looked over at the stage and a man dressed in a suit was stood in the middle. He began to slowly move to the music and walk closer. Women began screaming crazy and jumping up. What was going on?

The man began to dance very prolifically, and slowly began to remove his clothes. I looked over at Sandra and she was in her element. This was a strip club? I could feel the horror sprawling across my face. I couldn't watch, I heard the women's screams get louder.

I felt someone sit on my lap, I looked up and his face was next to mine. He was only in a red thong and grinding on me. I couldn't take my eyes of his mesmerizing body.

"When I'm done come to my dressing room! Dylan will come and get you." He whispered in my ear. I just nodded and smiled. He smiled back, slowly he moved away and started dancing for another woman.

Sandra looked at me with her mouth wide open. "Who was that?" I raised my eyebrow and I was full of terror. Tristan was a stripper? I could feel the colour draining from my face. Why was I finding hard to take in? Maybe it wasn't the fact he was a stripper, maybe it was the way he had surprised me. Either way, he still wanted to see me....

Just like Tristan had said Dylan escorted me to the dressing room. He knocked on the door and Tristan opened it dressed in jeans and no top. I didn't know where to look.

"Thank you, Dylan" he gave a sexy look. He was hot and sweaty from his performance and I could smell his sweet scent. My stomach flipped over.

"Wait!" I said as Tristan grabbed hold of my wrist. "I can't really leave Sandra alone."

"It's okay Dylan will look after her!" Dylan narrowed his eyes and reluctantly nodded. "Good!" Before I had a chance to debate it Tristan pulled me into the room, closed the door shut and pushed me up against it. His lips met mine and we fell into intoxicating kiss. His hands gliding down my body, his tongue penetrating mine. The desire for him was to strong. He pulled away and let out a little air from his mouth.

"Just as good as I dreamed it would be!"

"Why didn't you tell me the other night?"

"Tell what?" he grabbed my hand and led me over to a white sofa at the end of room. He sat down and pulled me into his lap.

I sat back to take in his face. "That you were a stripper??"

He gave a little laugh, the most beautiful sound I had ever heard and then he looked away. "Because you seem a very classy woman and I thought it could scare you away!"

It was my turn to laugh. "classy...? Seriously? I let you into my bed the first moment we met! I don't think a classy woman would do that."

His hands grabbed the sides of my face and he pulled me down to his level. Once again his mouth was on mine and the tingling feeling overwhelmed my body. I wanted him to fuck me here and now. I need him to give me relief.

"Do me" I hushed through the kiss. His hand slipped beneath my dress and found its way inside my knickers. His index finger circled my clit feeding the pulsing pain. I threw my head back and closed my eyes.

He tugged at my boob tube and exposed my breasts. His teeth tugged at erected nipples. I couldn't take no more. I wanted to relieve him, I stopped his hand in mid-motion, climbed off him and dropped to my knees. I wanted his hard dick in my mouth. I slowly undid his button and unfastened the zip. Not once taking my eyes of his. I freed his pink solid penis and placed it in my mouth. Slowly sucking and swirling my tongue around his tip.

"Fuck, Kendra!" He hissed through gritted teeth. His fingertips twirled in my hair. "Keep going, baby."I looked up and he had thrown his head back. "It feels soo good!"

I began to suck hard, grabbing with one hand in order to keep pace. My tongue swirled around the tip and I felt myself getting wetter just at the thought of my wanton behaviour. I pulled him back into my mouth and sucked harder.

His hands gripped hold of my hair. "God" he cried. I speeded up and pulled him in and out of my mouth. Sucking and licking with all my might.

"FUCK!!!" He screamed out and I felt his warm relief at the back of my throat. I milked him till he was bone dry.

I sat back on my knees and licked my lips as I watched him panting and relieving in his after effort. He ran his hands through his hair and took in a deep breath.

His eyes locked with mine. "When I have recovered your getting it!" He laughed, he leaned froward and grabbed my face. "Your not going anywhere after that!" His lips locked with mine, not once did he place his tongue in my mouth. I guess he didn't want to know how he tasted. To me he tasted like heaven and I didn't want to go anywhere.....

We headed back into the bar and over to Sandra. She was deep in conversation with Dylan but he looked bored out of his mind. Tristan wrapped his arm around me as we strolled over to the table. Dylan looked up and gave a breath of relief.

"About time" he hissed to Tristan. "What you been up to?" Tristan looked away with a amused look. "You know what? I don't want to know."

"How about us four go somewhere else?" Tristan asked, pulling me closer to him. I was actually in my element and all my thoughts of doubt had flew away.

Dylan narrowed his eyes. "Four?"

"Um mm.. Yes" Tristan said in low authorizing voice. "We can go and get some food."

Dylan stood up from the table and folded his arms. "What about our performance? We can't just up and leave we have customers."

Tristan rolled his eyes. "We are in charge. Get Jamie to fill in. He has that whole new routine... Now enough of business talk." He slowly turned to face me and my heart began to beat faster. "SHELL we go?" I couldn't speak, he was such a handsome man. I nodded and he led me away with Sandra and Dylan following behind.

I placed my head in my hands and just watched him. Even though Dylan and Sandra was with us, we were trapped in our own world. He too with his eyes on me and our hands locked together tightly.

"Well..." Dylan boomed. "This is fun!"

I looked at him from the corner of my eye and he looked miserable. He obviously hadn't hit it off with Sandra. Which I was actually surprised, anyway I was too consumed with Tristan and all the possibilities that tonight would bring.

Dylan gave a big yawn. "I think I might head off.." Tristan finally looked away from me and narrowed his eyes at his brother. "Or maybe not!"

"What is your problem, Dylan?" Tristan yelled in a tone that scared me. His face had turned to stone and the anger was burning out of his eyes.

I quickly stood up and looked over at Sandra. "I need the bathroom, you coming Sandra?" She too had been scared by Tristan's reaction. She nodded quickly and we walked off.

As soon as I got into the bathroom, I rested against the wall. Sandra walked over to the mirror and began to fix her hair.

"He's got a bit of a temper" she sighed.

"I know" I walked towards her. "Did he scare you?"

"Just a little.. I thought he was going to jump over the table and smash Dylan in the face." Her eyes went dreamy. "Dylan is lovely."

"I guess... He looks a little bored."

Sandra turned to me and laughed. "We are both bored of looking at you two playing loved up teenagers. All that kissing, staring and holding hands. Surprised I kept my food down."

I let out a sigh. "I really like him, Sandra. Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Sandra shook her head. "Seriously?" She tutted and reached into her bag to grab her lip gloss. "It is not love.. It is lust! You are living every woman's fantasy. Meet a handsome bloke who turns out to be a stripper at a bus stop! Who is totally into you a hundred percent. Your a jammy bitch."

We looked at each other and burst out laughing. I took a deep breath, she was right I had it bad for him. I had even got over him being a stripper now. My heart was beating fast just at the thought of him being in my mouth. I needed him now.

I looked over at Sandra and she was finished. I quickly ran out of the bathroom, into the restaurant and over to Tristan. I climbed on to his lap and began to kiss him with force. Him completely falling into it. His hands grabbed my arse and pushed me into him. I didn't care who was watching. I was out of control and falling for this man.

"Oh my god!" Sandra yelled returning to the table. "Will you two please control yourself!"

I slowly pulled away and his fingertip gently brushed along my lips. His eyes were twinkling and I knew at that precise moment he felt the same as me. Finally! Excitement overwhelmed me and I hugged him hard.

"Lets go back to mine" he whispered softly into my ear. "There is something I want to show you." All my muscles down below clenched in anticipation.

We entered his flat, I was actually really surprised he lived the exclusive complex opposite the bus stop where we had first met. It was a very manly place, all leather sofas, glass cabinet and the latest gadgets.

He grabbed hold of my hand. "Come.." I didn't even question him, I just followed to where ever he was taking me. He opened the door into a room, I stepped in and looked around. A leather bed with cream covers was sat in the middle. But it was the mirror on the ceiling above the bed that caught my attention. Also some sort of black chair hanging from the ceiling in the corner. I began to looking around more. A glass cabinet full of odd looking toys, handcuffs,blindfolds... Then dread filled me up. He was one of those kinky people... I had read about his sort before.

He strolled over and I guess he could see the fear in my face. "No! Kendra! I'm not into that sort of shit. I don't like hitting or hurting anyone."

"Then why do you need those?" I pointed over to the cabinet.

"Well honestly, I do like to have control but in a fun way. I like to explore the possibilities of pleasure. I mean if I took away your sight how do you think it would feel?" I shrugged. "Or if I bounded your arms and you couldn't touch me, how would that feel?"

I shook my head. "I honestly have no idea."

"Would you like to discover?" His hands landed around my waist and I looked up into his eyes. They were burning with pleasure. "As for the toys... They can help to intensive orgasms. Please play?"

Play? The word circled around my face. I had never get contemplated using toys before. Although, I hadn't had much of an adventurous sex life before. Steve was actually boring in bed.

I tilted my head. "You won't hurt me?"

His mouth tightened. "Fuck no! The whole BDSM shit feels me with dread. I don't want you to submit yourself to me, nothing like that. Just when it comes to the bedroom I want to control your pleasure, not because I get pleasure from it. Anything that happens in here for you and you only."

I thought about it, I guess it wouldn't hurt. "What if I try it and I don't like it?"

"We stop!"

"And you would me happy with that?"

His hands slowly moved up my body and cupped my face. "Kendra" he sighed agonisingly. "I have watched you for six months. I have wanted you since I caught you smiling at me. I really don't want to do anything to fuck this up."

My stomach flipped and the butterfly's began to fly around like mad. No one had ever said anything like to me before. I couldn't leave without giving this ago. Truthfully, I might even enjoy it.

"Yes, I'll play."

A big grin appeared on his lips. "Now?"

"If you want" I replied very confidently that it even surprised myself.

He raised an eyebrow and looked very impress. "We will start with something simple and slowly work our way up to the toys and shit." His fingertip slid to the top of my dress and in one swift movement he pulled it to my feet. He stood up and held out his hand. I grabbed hold and stepped out of my dress.

Bare breasted and only wearing a thong, I walked over to the chair in the corner of the room. "What is this?" I asked, pretending I was fully dress.

Tristan smirked and raised an eyebrow. "That is a sex swing... Caught your attention, has it?"

I pouted and sat down in it. I laid back into it and placed my hands behind my head. I ached my back to push my breasts out. I could see my nipples were already erected.

"What to you think?" I said in a low seductive voice.

I watched as he bite down on his lips and a massive smile sprawled across his face. He began to undo his trouser buttons and they fell to the floor. His strong wide thighs exposed and him standing solid before me. He liked to go commando. Slowly he walked towards me and I felt myself stop breathing. The way he looked in control and confident. I knew I didn't stand a chance with him. He was a sexual predictor.

He grabbed the swing and it stopped moving. His face was serious and his eyes penetrated me. I could feel myself turning blue from not breathing. With one hand on the swing the other grabbed my face. I watched him swallow hard.

"Who was he, Kendra?" His voice full of hurt. "That cunt who broke your heart?"

I quickly shook my head, I never wanted to think of Steve and his perfect woman again. His finger traced my lips and slowly moved down between my breasts.

He stopped in mid motion and removed his hand. "If I ask you something you won't go running?"

I got off the swing and narrowed my eyes. My legs felt shaky and I had to perch on the end of the bed. I felt Tristan come up behind me and place his head against my back.

"Just listen" he said, so I did. "Do you believe in love?"

"I did" I laughed.

"No...." He slowly began to place sweet kisses on my back. "I mean love at first sight?"

I caught my breath and turned to face him. My hand slowly moved to grip his chin. "Yes!" I cried. "God, Tristan!" I pushed him back on to the bed and straddled upon him. His hard cock slowly filling me up.

"Fuck Kendra..." He cried out.

I slowly swirled him inside me and sat up. I grabbed hold of his chin and kept his face directly in front of mine. "His name was Steve and he walked out on me for someone younger..." I sunk myself deeper on his cock and his head went back in pleasure.

"Knob head" he called out.

I began to grind on him. Suddenly I liked the control. I sat up and placed my hands around his ankles. Pulling myself in and out of him. His soft groans were sending me over the edge. His hand reached out and he began to massage my clit. The tingles were leading me to explode.

"Fuck! Tristan!" I screamed.

"Take it" he said, leading me to my mercy. His free hand grabbed my breast and he squeezed hard. Without warning he flipped me over with him laying on top of me. He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. "For you..." He smiled down at me and began slamming into me. His grip of my arms tighten and I couldn't release my hands. My head went back and my back arched. All my muscles began to erupt with heat and I could no longer control anything. First my legs shook, my toes curled and overwhelming feeling of pleasure fulfilled me. He lowered down to me and I felt his mouth on my neck. At first it felt good, the intensive sucking and the pain. But the pain took me over the edge and I was there. In a wonderful world of orgasmic ecstasy.

I felt him shake and his warm orgasmic dew fill me up. He fell on to me and panted loudly in my ear. Finally, he released my arms and they curled around his neck.

"Will you stay tonight?" He asked, trying to regain his breath. "I just want to wake up to you." I couldn't speak, my body, soul and mind were exhausted from the delightful experience I had just had. I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

"Thank you" he whispered into my ear and I felt him play with my hair.

I don't remember anything else......


22nd August 2012

The sun shine filled the room as I slowly opened my eyes. Where was I? Then the memory filled my head. I turned to face him and he was wide awake smiling. What a wonderful sight to wake up to. His hand reached out and he pushed my hair out of my face.

"Hey" he was still smiling. "I could watch you sleep forever. Your such a beautiful woman, Kendra. Perfect body, perfect hair.." His fingertip traced my lip. "And these lips are magical."

I felt my cheeks blush, no one had ever said anything like that to me before. He moved closer and pulled me into him.

"I'm such a dick!" He laughed.

I returned his hug. "What do you mean?"

"Why didn't I speak to you sooner? For six months it could have been like this and I waited."

"I guess you could say we are both to blame."

He gave a little nod. "What do you want today? I have work at 7pm which you are coming to, right?"

I sat up a little and rested my head in my hands. "Really? And when people ask me who I am I reply with what?"

His eyes widened with heat. "Your tell them your my girlfriend and give me the best blow jobs I have ever had."

I burst out laughing. "Seriously, the blow job bit?"

He laughed too. "No, just tell them your my girlfriend." He climbed out of bed and my eyes diverted to his amazing body. He looked more handsome first thing in the morning. I watched him walk over to his discarded clothes and pull them on.

"I'll make some coffee" he smiled at me. "just to let you know last night was the most amazing time of my life." With that he walked out of the room.

I sat up and cuddled my knees. My heart was beating fast and I had a small smile on my lips. Surely this was too good to be true. He wanted me as his girlfriend and last night confessed he was falling for me.

Then the panic set in. Was everything happening too quickly. Surely this wasn't going to end up the way I imagined. Why did I always do this? Why couldn't I ever just live for the moment?

I had to stop all this shit and enjoy what was happening. I got out of bed and went in search of my dress. I pulled it on, looked in the mirror and smoothed out my hair. Why did I always look a mess in the morning?

I stepped out of the room and into the living area. Tristan was sat a table with two mugs and smoking a cigarette. Well, that was new? He never tasted of cigarettes. I made my way over and sat down.

"I made you a cup" he smiled exhaling his smoke. "You don't mind, do you?" He held up his cigarette. "I am trying to give up.. I only have one in the morning." I shook my head.

Suddenly I heard a door open and closed. I looked up at him surprised.

"Dylan" he answered. "We share this place."

But it wasn't Dylan who emerged but Sandra and she didn't look in the best state. She walked over to the table and sat down.

"Any more of that?" She yawned. Tristan gave a little laugh and disappeared into the kitchen leaving me alone with my best friend.

"What are you doing here?" I asked shocked.

"What? You want a diagram?" I rolled my eyes. "I spent the night with Dylan obviously." She ran her hands through her hair. "I feel like shit! You?"

I looked away and felt Tristan's present in the room. He handed Sandra the coffee and retook his place at the table.


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