The Temptress (48 page)

‘Beautiful elephants,’ Luc agreed. ‘Why are
there three of them?’

‘This little purple one is me,’ Tristan
pointed. ‘This pretty pink one is Mummy and this big blue one is you, Daddy.’

‘I absolutely love it, Tristan,’ uttered Luc,
as much emotion in his voice as he had the first time he saw it. He bent down
and kissed the top of his head, then took it off him to look at it closer as he
squeezed my shoulder. I twisted my head and kissed his hand, then looked down
to see Tristan was gazing up at him with a big smile on his face.

‘Who’s my clever boy?’ I asked, full of pride.

‘Me,’ he nodded seriously. ‘I need it back now
please, Daddy.’ He held his hands out again and Luc passed it to him. We
watched as he slid off the sofa and headed back up the stairs with it.

‘I think he just broke my heart,’ uttered Luc,
as he leaned in to kiss me.

‘Mine too,’ I murmured against his lips, before
clutching the fabric of his shirt as the heat between us intensified. We only
broke away when we were suddenly aware of another body squeezing between us
again, to find Tristan with his arm around Eric and his thumb in his mouth. He
started to fall asleep, so I had to carry him up to get him ready for bed. I
was just wiping the toothpaste off the corner of his mouth when he screwed up
his face.

‘Will Daddy be here for breakfast?’

‘Would you like him to be here for breakfast?’
I asked, wondering if I’d ever be able to hear him call Luc that without it
making my heart ache with happiness.

‘Yes,’ he nodded.

‘Then he’ll be here for breakfast, come on,
you’ve had quite a day, time for bed.’ I called Luc up and we took it in turns
to read to him, before both kissing him goodnight and closing the door.

‘So, alone at last,’ I smiled as I put my arms
around Luc’s neck.

‘Hmmm. Would you mind if we went to bed as
well?’ he asked, as his hands circled my waist.

‘You’re tired?’ I tried not to sound
disappointed, but whenever he was around I just craved him and it had been too
many hours.

‘Who said anything about sleep,’ he laughed,
sweeping me off my feet into his arms and heading to my room.

‘Thank God,’ I moaned. ‘I thought you were too
tired.’

‘I have been dreaming of fucking you since I
left for Paris, but to be home, to see you in these sexy tight jeans that cling
to that bottom I love so much, like a second skin, I want the dream to become
reality.’ He carried me into my room and turned me around, so I could lock the
door, which we’d got into the habit of doing just in case I had a little
visitor in the night.

‘You’ve been invited to breakfast, no sneaking
out in the early hours.’

‘I have? Mon Dieu, can this day get any
better,’ he exclaimed, as he carried me to the bed. He was about to throw me on
it, when I quickly warned him to stop, spotting the picture back on the bed
where Tristan had found it. Luc set me down and reached up to hang it back in
its rightful place, as I made short work of discarding my jeans. He’d ditched
his suit jacket and tie in the lounge when he’d arrived, and rolled up the
sleeves of his white shirt, but even seeing him with a waistcoat showing off
his slim waist and broad shoulders fired up all of my cylinders. By the time he
was done, I was already down to my underwear. ‘It seems someone is impatient,’
he purred, as his eyes roved over my body in appreciation, while his nimble fingers
soon made short work of his waistcoat buttons.

‘Beyond impatient,’ I confirmed, as I deftly
unhooked my bra, letting it slide down my arms, freeing my suddenly aching
breasts. He groaned as he looked at them, then ditched his waistcoat and pulled
his shirt straight over his head, too impatient to unbutton it, as he toed off
his shoes and socks. It was my turn to stare, his body was just perfect, how
had I got so lucky to find him? My hesitation gave him enough time to rip down
his boxers and trousers in one well practiced fluid movement, his heavy cock
springing free while I still stood there in my knickers.

‘My body pleases you,’ he smiled, as he reached
down to grasp his flexing erection in his hands, I just nodded, still
speechless. Was it really only two nights since I’d seen it, run my hands all
over it, my lips lingering on every inch of skin? I’d surprised him that night,
by securing his hands together with his tie, as I’d spent my time worshipping
his body for once, until he was begging me to touch him properly. I’d straddled
him, riding him hard, with him protesting that he was the man, he was in
charge. I’d proved how “unincharge” he was as I’d used my tight vaginal muscles
to force him to come, despite him fighting it. Apparently no one had ever taken
sexual control with him, it was always the other way around. I was determined
that next time we went to the playroom at his house, I was going to take
advantage of some of those ceiling hooks and the chains I’d seen in the toy
chest, just like the ones he’d used on me our first night together in Paris. I
was used to playing roles, Dominatrix was one I’d relish researching and
surprising him with.

‘You know what your body does to me, don’t
touch yourself, I want to do it.’

‘Then come and get me, ma belle, I have a
craving for you on your knees, looking up into my eyes as I fuck your mouth.
I’d like to come in your throat and have you swallow me, so I can take my time
licking your sweet little cunt, then making love to you all night. If I attempt
it now, I fear I will come too soon as I am too desperate for you.’

‘So, making love, not fucking,’ I observed, as
I tiptoed sexily towards him, freeing my hair from its ponytail and shaking it
loose around my shoulders.

‘I am feeling in a loving mood tonight, after
such a perfect day,’ he grinned, watching my breasts gently wobbling as I made
my way to him. He released his cock and grasped my face, kissing me forcefully,
pouring all of his turbulent emotions into it, as I replaced them with my own.
I was in a completely heightened state today. I broke away and lowered my head
to kiss his throat and chest, playfully tugging on one of his nipples as he
groaned and clutched me to him, while one of my hands reached down to grasp his
shaft and squeeze. I suddenly released him and looked around in horror as I
heard the door handle rattle and Tristan’s voice calling for me.

‘Shit,’ I mumbled, as I ran to the side of the
bed where I’d dropped my clothes, quickly pulling on my t-shirt as Luc grabbed
his clothes off the floor and fled, erection pointing the way to the bathroom.

‘Mummy, I can’t get in.’

‘I’m coming, darling,’ I called. I scooped up
the rest of my clothes, quickly shoving them on my dressing table stool and
took a deep breath, hoping I didn’t look too flushed as I unlocked the door.
‘What’s wrong?’ I asked. He pushed past me, Eric dangling from his hand, and
made his way to the bed, clambering up onto it.

‘I can’t sleep.’

‘I only put you to bed five minutes ago, have
you tried to go to sleep?’ I asked, putting my hands on my hips as I gave him a
stern look. If he was really having trouble sleeping, which was rare, I let him
sleep with me, but I had a feeling this was a deliberate ploy to spend more
time with Luc and me.

‘I tried.
Really
hard,’ he nodded, then
scrambled up the bed and inserted himself under the duvet, right in the middle
of the bed.

‘Tristan McQueen!’ I gasped, still trying to
ignore the desperate need for sex that had seemed so close only minutes ago.
‘You know getting in my bed is for emergency purposes only. When you’ve
actually tried to go to sleep, not just pretended to, or when you’re sick. Are
you sick?’

‘Maybe,’ he nodded, with a pout.

‘You little monkey,’ I uttered. ‘There’s
nothing wrong with you is there! Have you come in here to spend more time with
your daddy?’

‘Yes,’ he giggled, as he pulled the duvet up to
his nose and peeked at me over the top. I looked around as Luc re-appeared,
wearing a pair of low slung black pyjama pants and groaned in frustration. This
was why married couples with children never had sex, it was going to be
impossible now he knew we were sharing a bedroom.

‘What do we have here?’ Luc asked, as he put
his hands on his hips and looked at the bed in surprise.

‘Someone’s “having trouble sleeping” which was
code for “I want to sleep with Mummy and Daddy tonight.”’

‘Is this allowed?’ Luc asked as he looked over
at me.

‘Yes,’ Tristan called, making him chuckle. He
walked over to me and kissed me.

‘Let him, it’s been a big day for us all, this
would be a nice way for him to end it.’

‘But sex,’ I mouthed.

‘Can wait, as long as this doesn’t become a
regular thing, or we’ll have to sneak out every night,’ he grinned.

‘Why are you whispering?’ Tristan called.

‘Because you have big ears, like Eric,’ I
called back. ‘Fine, one night, then you’re back in your own room unless it’s a
real emergency, understood?’ I warned as I looked over at him.

‘Ok, Mummy.’

‘I’ll go down and make us all a hot drink, as
all the lights downstairs are still on anyway. But once we’ve drunk it straight
to sleep, or you’ll be tired tomorrow and we’re going out for the day.’

‘Where?’ he asked.

‘I have no idea,’ I replied, ‘maybe Daddy will
tell you while I’m gone.’ I pecked Luc’s lips again and headed down with a
sigh. As I waited for the kettle to boil I heard my phone ring and saw it was
Dom on a FaceTime call.

‘Hey, what’s up?’ I asked as I answered.

‘What you doing? Fancy some company until Luc’s
back tomorrow?’ he asked, then moaned as he rubbed his arm and turned to glare
at someone off screen.

‘Move over, screen hogger,’ came Coco’s voice.

‘I’m trying to save my screen from cracking
when it sees your ugly face,’ he retorted. ‘Even Stevie Wonder would scream if
he was confronted with that first thing in the morning.’

‘You’re so nasty to me! Anyway it’s more like
your ego that’s filling the whole damn thing. Your head’s that big someone’s
likely to use a watermelon baller on it. Move over.’

‘No, my iPad, my face. Get your own with your
new fancy salary, or get your new beau to buy you one.’

‘He’s
not
my new beau, I hate him!’

‘O Hunter, Hunter, talk dirty to me again! I’ve
been dreaming of you laying me down on a bed of diamonds and rodgering me
senseless, Hunter,’ Dom mimicked in a girly voice, making me giggle.

‘I don’t want him to talk to me at all, let
alone dirty, coarse and vulgar things that he thinks are such a turn on.’

‘Told you, don’t knock it until you try it,’ I
called.

‘I give it a max of a month before he’s
pounding your shrivelled up lady parts, what about you, Lulu?’

‘Two months, I’m convinced she’ll cave, he’s
seriously hot,’ I nodded.

‘I won’t!’ she retorted, indignantly. ‘Even Dom
has more class than Hunter and that’s saying something. Move over will you.’

‘No!’

‘Tell him, Lulu,’ she moaned.

‘I’m not getting in the middle of your domestic,’
I laughed. ‘I’d have loved you to come over, but I currently have two men in my
bed waiting for me to get back to them, with a little something sweet and hot.’

‘Ewww, I don’t want to know about any hot
ménage unless it’s three guys and definitely not one that my little sister’s
taking part in,’ uttered Dom, screwing up his face. He suddenly disappeared
from view with a scream as Coco’s proud face appeared.

‘Ha, pushed him off the sofa, that’ll teach
him. Who’s in your bed? What the hell’s going on? That’s not like you, you’re
all crazily in love with Mr. Haw He Haw.’

‘Will you two stop with the mickey taking, even
Tristan said it the other day!’

‘That’s funny,’ chuckled Dom as he reappeared,
sitting behind Coco and sliding his arms around her waist. He rested his chin
on her shoulder and she rolled her eyes at me. ‘But I’m with Coco, you’re not
thinking clearly.’

‘Relax, this is me you’re talking to. Luc flew
home early when he heard Tristan asked why he couldn’t come to the zoo with us
and they’re both in my bed talking, awaiting a hot chocolate. He’s officially
called him “Daddy” today.’

‘Ahhhh,’ they moaned in unison, pulling soft
faces.

‘Tell me about it, don’t look like that or I’ll
start crying again. I’m a blubbering mess today.’

‘Wait until tomorrow,’ scoffed Dom, then
grimaced as Coco turned to glare at him.

‘Why will I be a blubbering mess tomorrow?’ I
frowned.

‘Because …’

‘
The Notebook’s
on tomorrow night and
it’s only your favourite film,’ nodded Coco.

‘It is? How did I miss seeing that was on?’ I
asked. That wasn’t like me, evening TV was my way of switching off when Tristan
went to bed and I usually scanned the week ahead for films. Then again I had a
delicious French distraction at night now. ‘What channel?’

‘Not sure, I forget. We’d better let you go,
see you soon, love you,’ she called as she blew me a kiss.

‘Love you too, both of you,’ I replied, as I
blew one back and frowned to see I’d already been cut off. What was that all
about? I grabbed my work phone quickly and turned it on. Usually I made a point
of leaving it off when it was this special weekend with Tristan, but as I
wasn’t in work next week, given it was the first week of the Summer holidays, I
wanted to make sure Vi was ok. I sent her a quick email, then re-boiled the
kettle and made up a tray with three hot chocolates and a couple of biscuits
each and headed upstairs. I stood in the bedroom door, my heart melting like
hot candle wax, spilling down onto the floor. Luc was lying back, propped up on
a few pillows, with his arm around Tristan, who had his head on Luc’s chest and
Eric under his arm. Both of them were fast asleep already. I took the tray of
hot chocolate back downstairs and sat at the island drinking mine as I smiled
at the sight I’d just seen in my bed, before returning with my phone and taking
a picture. That was worth giving up sex for. I turned off the lights and snuck
in on the other side of Tristan, putting my arm over him, to clutch Luc’s hand.