Page 19 of Tangled

Colleen looked up at him through the mirror, her warm dark eyes wide as she caught herself with both hands, her hips on the edge of the counter and legs dangling. Her lips were pink and swollen from sucking his dick.

Tristan narrowed his eyes as he smiled at her reflection, her expression now appropriately apprehensive. He flipped drawers open, batting aside cotton swabs and wipes until he found a condom packet. “Tell me your safe words.”

“Red and yellow,” she said, her voice breathless.

He grabbed her waistband and jerked her shorts and panties right down her legs and onto the floor. “And other than that, what are you allowed to say?”

The corners of Colleen’s mouth curled just a little. “Yes, please.”

He dropped his voice. “I’m deciding whether to take your vag or your ass.”

Then her eyes became frightened of him like a goodlittle.

A brat would’ve pushed him until he punished her harder. Brats liked the thrill of getting away with pushing the boundaries until the Dom reinforces the boundaries to make her feel safe in the space she is allowed, but alittlewants to be a good girl and to be loved for it.

Tristan smiled.

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The edge of the counter pressed against Colleen’s hips, and her toes dangled above the floor. Tristan stood behind her, watching her through the mirror. He stood back a little, leaning against the other wall.

He was deciding—

In the mirror in front of her face, she saw Tristan’s bright blue eyes narrow, but his sly smile unnerved her more.

The safe words were always an option.

And yet—

She didn’t say anything.

“Have you ever come with a dick in your ass?” he asked.

She shook her head so fast it became a vibration.

“Hmmm.”He pressed one finger inside her channel, an easy, quick slip, and pulsed his thumb on her clit. A shiver rolled up her body. “You’re so wet. You liked going down on me.”

Her eyes rolled up in her head as she closed them. “Yes, sir.”

His finger dug in and dragged out of her, and his thumb was spinning her out of control. “Oh, that’s a good girl. I like it when you’re wet for me, when you want me to take you.”

Her eyes rolled up in her head as she closed them, and she nodded. “Yes, please.”

He took her with his hand for what seemed like forever, and then something larger, harder, nudged at the raw space between her legs. He spread her legs from behind, and Colleen held onto the faucet. Her forehead rested against the cold glass of the mirror, and her face rolled up the glass as he invaded her core.

“You’re so sexy,” he said, and then he growled deep in his throat. “Take it. Take it like a good girl.”

His thickness pressed her open, a soreness deep inside.

He growled, “Brats say no and have to be punished, but good girls want to be taken.”

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

“That’s a good girl. Say yes again.”