Chapter 9 | Caught

MAYA

“Keep that needy cunt under control.”

Every time those words echoed in my head, a fresh wave of heat rushed between my thighs. I was soaked. Again. Just from thinking about him. God, I was pathetic.

Tristan had left for some meeting right after lunch. I’d been alone in this huge house since noon, and the silence was making everything worse.

I kept remembering last night. His thick, long fingers stretching my virgin pussy, the way my walls had clenched around him so desperately, how he curled them just right and made me squirt all over his hand like a dirty girl in heat.

I squirmed on the couch, pressing my thighs together tight. Nothing else could ever feel that good. No toy, no fantasy, nothing. Only him. “Fuck…” I whispered, biting my lip hard.

My pussy was throbbing. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, the slickness soaking through my panties. I rubbed my thighs together again, trying to ease the ache, but it only made it worse.

Just as I was about to lose the battle with myself, my phone rang. Nicole’s name flashed on the screen. I picked it up immediately. “Where the hell have you been, girl? Didn’t call me the whole day, bitch!” Nicole’s cheerful, slightly tipsy voice blasted through the speaker.

I let out a weak laugh. “Just… stuck at home.”

“Stuck? Your parents aren’t even home! Grab the keys and let’s go party. I’m already two drinks in and it’s only six!”

“I can’t, Nic. I’m actually stuck.”

“Bitch, stop giving excuses-”

“Tristan is here.” There was a beat of silence. Then, “That hot, handsome man you’ve had eyes on for years? Your uncle Tristan?”

“Yeah… and guess what? Last night… I completely embarrassed myself in front of him.”

“Wait, wait, wait-how? What happened? Spill right now!”

I took a deep breath, cheeks already burning. “So… I came home drunk. I didn’t know he was here. I stripped in the living room, I was so fucking horny, and then… I thought I was dreaming and basically begged him to touch me.”

“Holy shit-HE FUCKED YOU?” Nicole screamed so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear.

“Shhh! No! I mean… kind of. Not exactly. I thought it was a dream and I begged him. He ended up fingering me… and I had my first orgasm. Like, a real one. I squirted all over his hand, Nic. It was insane.”

“Oh my fucking God-YES! Yes yes yes!! Finally! I’m so happy for you, you slut!” She squealed like she’d won the lottery. “Was it hot? Did you see his dick? How big are his fingers? Tell me everything!”

“Nicole, stop!” I groaned, embarrassed but also laughing. “It was… intense. He was so rough but controlled. His fingers are thick and long and he knew exactly how to curl them. I came so hard I couldn’t even think straight.”

“Damn… so he finally touched you. After all these years of you drooling over him. Was he hard? Did he say anything dirty?”

“He called me princess… and told me to moan louder for Daddy. Then this morning he told me to forget the whole thing. Said nothing happened.”

Nicole went quiet for a second, then burst out, “Bitch, he’s lying through his teeth. If he wanted to forget, he wouldn’t have fingered you until you squirted. Tristan Desmond is a man who follows his own rules. He wouldn’t break them for just anyone. He clearly wants you too.”

I bit my lower lip hard. “Stop giving me false hope. I already cried so much today.”

“Maya, you’re so naive sometimes. Listen to me- if he didn’t want it, he would’ve walked away the second you started begging. He stayed. He touched you. He made you cum. That man wants you. Bad.”

“You really think so?” I murmured, voice small.

“I’m one hundred percent sure. Now stop crying and start thinking how you’re going to make him snap again. Seduce the devil, girl. And when I see you, I want every single dirty detail- oh shoot! Jack is calling me, I gotta go. Love you, bye!”

She hung up. I dropped the phone on the couch and stared at the ceiling, heart racing.

Nicole was right. Tristan was a man of iron control. He never did anything he didn’t want to do. The thought sent a fresh rush of arousal through me.

I threw the phone aside. My hand slipped under the blanket, then under the waistband of my sweatpants. I pushed my soaked panties to the side and gasped the moment my fingers touched my pussy.

“Fuck… I’m dripping,” I whispered. I was burning hot and slippery. I spread my legs wider under the blanket and started rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit, moaning softly.

“Mmm… Tristan…” I closed my eyes and imagined it was his long, veiny fingers instead of mine. The way he had pushed inside me last night, stretching my tight virgin hole, pumping in and out while I cried and begged.

“Yes… just like that, Daddy…” I moaned louder, rubbing faster, dipping one finger inside myself. I was so close already. My hips rocked against my hand, breath coming in short gasps. My nipples were hard under my sweater, pussy clenching greedily around my fingers.

“Tristan… please… make me cum again-”

Suddenly, The sound of the main door opening echoed through the house.

I froze. My fingers were still buried inside my soaked pussy, legs spread, blanket barely covering me.

Heavy footsteps came closer. He was back. My heart slammed against my ribs as I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants, face burning with shame and leftover arousal.

Tristan’s tall figure appeared in the living room entrance, still in his crisp black suit, looking every bit the dangerous billionaire he was.

His dark eyes landed on me instantly. I was breathing hard, cheeks flushed, hair messy, one hand still slightly shiny with my own wetness which was barely hidden.

He didn’t speak at first. He just stared. And I knew- without a doubt- that he could tell exactly what I had been doing. The silence stretched, thick and electric. Have I embarrassed myself again-

Tristan’s jaw flexed. His eyes darkened as they slowly dragged down my body, lingering where the blanket had slipped down my thighs.

“Having fun without permission, princess?” His voice was low, rough, and full of warning. I swallowed hard, heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.

This was bad. And yet… my pussy clenched again at the sound of his voice. I was so fucked.