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Intense Desires - part 1
You’re standing in front of your floor-to-ceiling mirror, slowly pulling on a pair of tight black leggings that hug every curve of your toned legs. You glance down at yourself and sigh, why am I even doing this? I don’t have time for this. As you slide the leggings up over your hips, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror - sleek blonde hair falling over your shoulders, piercing green eyes staring back at you.
You grab your phone from the counter and check your messages while slipping into a sports bra that supports your small but perky breasts. schedule a meeting with [client] for next week you text your assistant. You’re used to being in control, to having power over others, but lately, it feels like something is missing.
The doorbell rings, and you quickly throw on a loose-fitting tank top before making your way downstairs to let Tristan in. He greets you with a warm smile that shows off his perfect white teeth. “Hey YN,” he says, his voice deep and smooth. “Ready for another killer workout?”
You force a smile and lead him to your home gym, filled with state-of-the-art equipment and large windows that overlook the city skyline. Tristan takes a seat on a nearby bench while you begin your warm-up routine - jumping jacks, high knees, and burpees. You can feel his eyes on you as you move, analyzing your form and taking notes on his clipboard.
As you struggle through the last few reps of burpees, Tristan stands up and walks over to you. “You’re not pushing yourself hard enough,” he says firmly. “I know you can do better.” His words sting, but you know he’s right. You’ve been coasting lately, going through the motions without really challenging yourself.
Tristan takes your place on the mat and demonstrates the proper form for a burpee. His body moves with grace and power, every muscle working in unison as he jumps and lands with precision. You can’t help but admire his dedication to fitness - it’s the kind of focus and discipline you once had in your own life.
“Your turn,” Tristan says, stepping aside to give you room. You take a deep breath and launch into another set of burpees, pushing yourself harder than before. Your heart races, and sweat begins to trickle down your forehead as you power through the reps. With each jump, you feel more alive, more in control.
As you collapse onto the floor, exhausted and sweaty, Tristan offers you a towel and a bottle of water. You take them gratefully, catching his lingering look that hints at his attraction to you. The final sentence is YN catching his gaze and quickly looking away, feeling flustered.
You’re lying on the floor of your home gym, completely spent after another grueling workout with Tristan. Sweat drips from your brow as you gasp for air, but despite the exhaustion, you feel more alive than ever. The intensity of the workout has left you craving something more – something you can’t quite put your finger on.
Tristan approaches with a towel and a bottle of water, his blue eyes locked on yours as he extends his hand. You take the items gratefully, feeling an electric spark pass between you as your fingers brush against his. Your heart races, and you quickly look away, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through your body.
As Tristan helps you stretch out your sore muscles, he accidentally brushes against you in a way that sends shivers down your spine. His touch is innocent enough – or at least it’s supposed to be – but you can’t help but feel the heat radiating from his body and the sexual tension building between you.
You both freeze for a moment, eyes locked, before Tristan slowly pulls away. But the damage has been done; the air is thick with desire, and it’s clear that neither of you can deny the attraction any longer.
Tristan moves closer, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers in your ear, ‘I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.’ Before you can respond, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his strong hands cradling your face as he deepens the connection.
You moan softly into his mouth, surrendering to the feelings that have been building for weeks. Tristan’s tongue explores yours, teasing and tasting as you become lost in the sensation. Your fingers find their way into his short dark hair, pulling him closer as your body begs for more.
Tristan’s hands begin to roam, skimming over your curves and sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He unbuttons your blouse with practiced ease, revealing your lacy bra and the swell of your breasts. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight, and you can’t help but feel a surge of confidence at his obvious desire for you.
He cups your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples and causing them to harden beneath the lace. You arch your back, pressing yourself into his touch as pleasure pools low in your belly. Tristan’s lips find their way to your neck, trailing kisses along your collarbone as he continues to tease your nipples.
You whimper with need, desperate for more, but Tristan seems to be enjoying the control he has over you. He trails his fingers down your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, and then begins to undo your pants. Slowly, teasingly, he pulls them down along with your underwear, exposing your most intimate parts to his gaze.
Tristan’s eyes widen with hunger as he takes in the sight of your wet folds, and you can’t help but feel a thrill at being so vulnerable before him. He leans in, his breath hot against your sensitive skin, and you know that he’s about to taste you – something you’ve been craving since the moment you first saw him.
As Tristan’s tongue makes contact with your clit, you cry out in pleasure, your hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your reaction as he continues to lap at your folds, exploring every inch of your wetness.
You’re so close – closer than you’ve ever been before – and you can feel the orgasm building deep within you. But just as you’re about to reach the peak, Tristan pulls away, leaving you gasping for air and desperate for release.
‘Not yet,’ he whispers, his voice low and commanding. ‘I want to make this last.’
You moan in frustration, but there’s a part of you that’s excited by the idea of being denied. It’s something you’ve never experienced before, and the thrill of the unknown is intoxicating.
Tristan continues to tease you, bringing you close to orgasm multiple times but always stopping just short of letting you reach climax. You find yourself begging for more, desperate for release, but he remains in control, enjoying your growing frustration and need.
Finally, when you can’t take it any longer, Tristan slides his fingers inside you, curling them upward to hit that perfect spot deep within. As he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, he uses his thumb to rub your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you over the edge.
You cry out as the orgasm rips through you, your body shaking with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. Tristan continues to thrust his fingers inside you, prolonging your climax and ensuring that every last bit of tension is released from your body.
As the intensity begins to fade, you collapse onto the floor, completely spent and utterly satisfied. Tristan wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you both catch your breath.
‘I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you,’ he confesses, nuzzling your neck. ‘And I have to admit – it was even better than I imagined.’
You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. ‘Me too,’ you admit, turning to look into his eyes. ‘I never knew that sex could be like this – so intense and all-consuming.’
Tristan grins, his eyes dark with desire. ‘There’s more where that came from,’ he promises. ‘If you’re willing, I’d love to show you even more of my world.’
You hesitate for a moment, knowing that agreeing to explore Tristan’s kink for Orgasm denial will change the dynamic between you forever. But as you look into his eyes and feel the heat of his body against yours, you know that there’s no turning back.
‘I’m willing,’ you say softly, your heart racing with anticipation. ‘Show me everything.’