18. Adrian
18
ADRIAN
I watch her, eyes sparkling with anticipation, her body open and vulnerable. She wants this—wants me. As I admire her, my eager little critic, the mask hides my smile. I take the rope and wrap it around her body, securing her arms to her sides and her thighs to her calves so she’s held wide open.
“You are everything to me,” I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. “And I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.”
She trembles at my words. I step back, taking in the sight of her, bound and beautiful. My hands glide over the rope, tightening it, claiming her as my canvas. The knotting is intricate, a work of art. I circle her, watching the play of shadows and light on her skin.
“Use me, Adrian.” Maya arches her back, offering herself to him. “I’m yours to take. Fuck me hard and make me scream. Please, don’t hold back.”
I move to stand before her, a dangerous stranger in a mask. Taking the flogger in my hand, I step closer, letting the tails brush against her skin. Hearing her beg me like that tugs at my restraint, but there’s no need to rush. “Patience, little one. There’s no rush.”
The first strike makes her gasp, her eyes widening, but I continue a steady rhythm building. Each strike is a symphony, a dance of pleasure and pain. Her skin flushes, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. It’s exquisite. Her breath comes in short gasps as my flogger moves in a steady beat. I weave a spell with each strike, drawing her deeper into our twisted dance.
I move closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “Do you submit?”
Her answer is instant. “Yes.”
I map the curves of her body with my free hand, savoring her warmth. “You are beautiful like this, open and willing. I could keep you like this forever.”
Her moans are like music to my ears. With her bound and at my mercy, I can truly navigate the nuances of her fantasies—and mine. Running my fingers over her sensitive clit, I watch her face intently, her expressions a reflection of the sensations I create. I edge closer, whisper-soft, my lips just barely grazing hers. “Do you like that? Does it make you want more?”
Maya nods, breathless. “Yes... please. I need you.”
Teasing her, I ghost my fingers over her, stroking, caressing, making her ache. Using the flogger, I gently trace the curve of her hip, then bring it down to dance over her thighs, a delicate contrast of soft and sharp. Her moans fill the room, a plea for more.
I stand, hovering above her, my body a silhouette. With deliberate slowness, I trail the tails of the flogger over her breasts, circling her nipples, teasing them to hardness. Her back arches, silently begging for release. I chuckle. The sound is rich and full. “So eager, but we’re just getting started.”
Bringing the flogger down, I strike a perfect rhythm, landing each fall with precision. Her body shudders, responding to my strikes. Her moans are a melody that spurs me on.
“Your body reacts beautifully,” I murmur, leaning in, my breath a soft caress against her skin. “It’s intoxicating to witness.”
With a swift motion, I tug on the rope, pulling her body taut before flicking the flogger over her clit.
“Adrian!” She calls out, her body tensing, before I press a finger to her lips, hushing her.
I study Maya’s face as I tighten the ropes, watching her eyes dilate with each tug. The mask shields my expression, but she reads my intentions through my touch. Her breath catches as I trail the flogger down her stomach.
“Don’t hide your response from me. Voice how you feel,” I command, letting the leather tails whisper across her skin.
“Everything,” she gasps. “Like I’m floating and falling at once.”
I increase the pressure, each strike precise and controlled. Maya’s back arches into the sensation, her body speaking a language of surrender. The red marks blooming on her skin form an artful canvas.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “You take your punishment so beautifully.”
Her whimpers of pleasure drive me forward. I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she breathes. “Only you.”
I reward her submission with a gentler touch, tracing patterns on her skin. The contrast between sharp and soft keeps her balanced on the edge. Knowing this powerful woman is yielding completely, her trust in me is intoxicating.
“The pain brings clarity,” I tell her, tightening my grip. “It strips away pretense, reveals truth.”
Maya nods, lost in the sensations created by me. Her responses are pure instinct now, raw and honest. I’ve pushed her past thoughts and into pure feeling. This is what I’ve wanted since we first met: to break through her walls.
Each strike of the flogger draws us closer, building an intimate connection. Her submission is a gift I treasure, knowing the strength it takes to yield so completely.
I lean close, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re mine now. Body and soul.”
Her whispered “Yes” is everything I need to hear.
The power I have over her is exquisite. Maya is now completely at my mercy, but I want to push further and see how far she will go for me.
Reaching for my knife, I draw the blade across her inner thigh, just enough to break the skin. A bead of blood forms, red against her pale flesh. “Watch,” I command, my voice low.
I lean down, my tongue tracing the path of the blade, tasting her. She’s afraid, but her body betrays her, responding to my touch with a needy arch of her hips. I lap at the tiny wound, savoring the warmth of her blood, the coppery taste filling my senses.
“Adrian, please.” Her voice is thick with need, her chest heaving. “What are you doing to me?”
“This,” I whisper, “is where pleasure and pain intersect. Where boundaries blur, and true desire is revealed.” I lick the path of the knife again, claiming her with my mouth. “Here, we find the essence of obsession.”
Her breath quickens as I loosen the ropes, freeing her wrists but keeping her thighs bound to her calves. I grab her hand and slit a small cut into her palm.
Her eyes widen, fear and fascination flashing there. “Obsession?”
In answer, I slit my own palm with the knife, a sharp sting. Holding my bleeding hand over her hand, I let the warm droplets fall, mingling our blood. “This is intimacy. A connection beyond the physical.”
She swallows, her gaze locked on our joined hands. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because,” I breathe, my lips brushing her ear, “I want to devour you. All of you.”
“Now, touch yourself with the blade.” I hand her the knife. “Show me how twisted you can be.”
Maya’s eyes spark, and a fire is lit within her. She brings the blade to her inner thigh, mimicking my earlier actions. She’s tentative at first, then growing bolder as she traces the path I’d taken with my mouth.
She teases her clit with the tip of the blade, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her eyes, wide and dark, lock onto mine, and she bites her lip, fighting for control.
“Don’t you dare come until I say so,” I warn, my voice firm. “I want to watch you struggle.”
She almost falls apart at my words, but I hold her gaze, demanding her obedience. Maya wants to please me; it’s written all over her gorgeous, flushed face.
I step back, crossing my arms, and continue to watch, a silent observer of her torment. Maya strains against her natural submissiveness, wanting to yield, but I deny her, holding her on the edge.
Her fingers tremble as she brings the knife closer to her aching core. Her body glistens with a fine layer of sweat, the air heavy.
“Your body is begging for release,” I observe, my tone calm despite the fire burning within me. “But you know the rules.”
Maya whimpers, her frustration and need building. She knows I’m right, that the pleasure will be much sweeter when it finally comes. The strain shows on her face, her body taut as a bowstring as she fights her instincts.
I step closer, a dangerous smile behind my mask. “Do you want to know a secret?” I grab the knife in her hand and pry it from her fingers.
She nods, her eyes never leaving the knife.
“You were made for this,” I whisper. “For the darkness and the pain. It’s where you truly shine.”
My words strike a chord, and she closes her eyes, a tear escaping. “I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like my whole body is alive.”
“You’re discovering your true self with me.” I stroke her cheek. “And I’m going to help you explore.”
Maya opens her eyes, her gaze fierce. “Yes. Please. Show me.”
The knife feels like an extension of my body as I slice the skin just above my erect cock. A bead of crimson forms, our gazes locked. “Taste me, Maya.”
She needs no further encouragement, struggling to lean forward to lap at the wound with her tongue. I feel her soft breath, then the warmth of her mouth as she teases the cut with her tongue. My body tightens with pleasure as her chin touches my solid length.
Maya looks up at me, her eyes dark pools before she licks a path down my shaft, her tongue leaving a wet trail. The sensation is electric, sparking a fire deep within me. This woman knows how to use her mouth—knows just how to reduce me to a growl.
“You want this, don’t you?” I thread my fingers into her hair, holding her in place. “Show me how much.”
She meets my eyes, her lips mere inches from the tip of my cock. “Yes.” She pauses, her breath feathering over me. “I’ve wanted to taste you since I first tried your cum laced chocolate.”
Her words are a drug, spurring me on. “Then take me.”
Maya’s lips part, and she takes the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking gently. The sensation is incredible, amplified by the cut I’d made, now throbbing. I feel her commitment, her longing to taste all of me.
“Ever since I had that truffle with your cum in it, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of having you in my mouth.” She looks up at me, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I want to make you come down my throat again, Adrian. I want to taste you like that.”
Her honesty sends a shockwave through me. I can’t hold back a guttural growl as I tighten my grip on her hair. “Then do it. Suck me dry, little critic.”
Maya takes me deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling, teasing, sending bolts of pleasure through me. Her technique is exquisite, combining gentle suction and deft tongue flicks. She moans softly around me, the vibrations sending me closer to the edge.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” she murmurs between kisses. “Tasting you, being bound by you. It’s consumed me.”
Her words fuel the fire, and I let out a sharp breath. “Show me how much you’ve wanted it. Take all of me.”
Maya’s eyes sparkle with desire as she takes me deeper, her nose nudging against the cut over my pubic bone. She swallows around me, and I feel the tight warmth of her throat. It’s too much, and I tug on her hair, pulling her off with a gasp. “Goddamn it, Maya. Stop teasing.”
She grins up at me, licking her lips. “Does it feel so good that you can’t take it?”
The vixen. “You know exactly how it feels.”
“Tell me.” Her eyes challenge mine. “Tell me how good it feels.”
Fuck, this woman. “It feels like I’m on fire. Like I can’t breathe unless I’m buried deep inside any orifice of yours.”
Her pupils dilate at my confession, and she licks her lips slowly, teasingly. “Is that what you want? To fuck my throat?”
“Yes,” I growl. “I want to hear you gag on me. I want to feel your throat constrict around me as you swallow my come.”
Maya’s eyes flash with desire. She takes me into her mouth again, her suction insistent, her tongue swirling. She hums, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. I feel myself getting closer to the edge, each stroke of her tongue drawing me nearer.
“Fuck, Maya. I’m close.” My voice is hoarse, raw. “I’m gonna come down your throat, just like you wanted.”
Her moan vibrates around me, and she sucks harder, eager for my release.
I explode into her mouth, groaning as she swallows around me, milking me dry. The pleasure is blinding, my body shuddering as I fill her mouth with my essence.
I pull out of her mouth, but my cock is still rock hard, throbbing with need. That mouth of hers is a distraction, a dangerous one. But now, I want to be inside her, feel her tightness around me.
She looks up at me, licking her lips, her eyes wild. Fuck, she’s beautiful like this, ruined for me. I swear I can see the addiction in her eyes, mirroring my own.
“I need to be inside your cunt,” I tell her, my voice rough. “Now.”
Without waiting for a response, I grab her hips and lift her up, positioning her against the wall. The ropes binding her thighs to her calves leave marks, a stark contrast to the lashing fading on her porcelain skin. She’s so wet, I can see her juices glistening, and the sight drives me wild.
I keep a firm hold of her as I thrust into her, not bothering with gentleness. She’s so fucking tight, and the sensation almost undoes me. I hold her steady, burying myself to the hilt, feeling every inch of her.
Maya cries out, her head falling back, exposing the long, pale column of her throat, the mark I left there urging me on. Her hands find their way around my neck, seeking purchase as I begin to move, each thrust deliberate and deep.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my voice harsh in the quiet room. “Your body was made for mine.”
She moans, her walls clenching around me. “Yes... Adrian... right there.”
Hearing my name from her lips sends a sharp spike of pleasure through me. I lean down, capturing a hard nipple between my teeth, tugging gently as I continue to thrust.
Maya’s head falls back against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps as I hit her sweet spot repeatedly. Her juices drip down my shaft, lubricating each stroke. She feels incredible.
Tightening my grip on her hips, I adjust my angle, going deeper, seeking the very core of her. Her eyes fly open, a flash of surprise in their dark depths before she throws her head back again, a hoarse sound escaping her.
“There you are,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “That’s it, let me hear you.”
She comes undone around me, her body trembling, her inner walls pulsating. It’s too much, and I follow her over the edge, my release rushing through me with a force that takes my breath away.
“Adrian!” She cries out my name as I fill her, my hands bruising her hips.
I press my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath as the waves of pleasure wash over me. “Fuck, Maya,” I breathe, my voice husky. “That was...” Words fail me, and I trail off, unable to find the words to describe what just happened.
Maya’s fingers entwine with mine, bringing my hand to her mouth. She gently kisses my knuckles before nibbling at my finger. I feel her teeth, sharp against my skin, and shiver, the sensation sending a rush of desire through me. And then, she tries to pull me in for a kiss.
Fuck, I need to get ahold of myself. “Not so fast,” I murmur, pulling away, teasing her. “We have all night, and I plan to make the most of it.”
I pull out slowly, savoring how Maya’s body clings to mine. Her juices coat my length, a mixture of our combined releases. The sight of her bound and marked, completely at my mercy, stirs something primal within me.
I’ve wanted this since I first met her. To own, possess, and mark her as mine in every possible way. And now, I’ll show her exactly what that means on Valentine’s night.
Carrying her to the bed, I place her on it and unfasten the ropes around her body. I trace the marks on her thighs, admiring how they’ve branded her skin. She shivers under my touch, still sensitive from her orgasm. The night is young, and I have many delicious plans for her.
“Do you know what makes tonight special, Maya?” I run my fingers through her sweat-dampened hair, gripping it tight at the base of her neck. “It’s not just Valentine’s Day. It’s the night you truly become mine.”
I want to break her apart and rebuild her in my image. Fill every hole, mark every inch of skin, until she forgets who she was before me. The darkness inside me roars with approval at the thought.
The night stretches before us like an empty canvas, waiting to be painted with our twisted passion. And I plan to make every stroke count.