30. Adrian
30
ADRIAN
M aya’s delicate fingers trace over my handwritten notes, each page a testament to my artistry. The leather binding creaks as she turns another page, her eyes widening at the detailed entries.
“Your documentation is... thorough,” she whispers, lingering over a particularly vivid description.
“Every ingredient must be cataloged precisely. The emotional resonance varies based on countless factors.” I step closer, inhaling her jasmine perfume. “Your gift could revolutionize my process.”
Maya turns to face me, her expression serious. “I need to know we’ll be selective. Reynolds was a monster who destroyed careers and lives, but there are worse people out there.”
“What did you have in mind?”
She pulls out her phone, showing me a series of news articles. “I’ve noticed a pattern in the restaurant industry. Staff disappearing without a trace, especially from high-end establishments. My sources say there’s an organized trafficking ring operating through these restaurants.”
My pulse accelerates in response to her words. “Human traffickers using fine dining as cover?”
“They target vulnerable workers— immigrants, students, people who won’t be missed.” Maya’s voice hardens. “They’re parasites preying on the innocent.”
I study her face, seeing the same righteous fury that drives my work. “Hunting true monsters instead of mere hollow ones. The emotional depth would be...” I trail off, imagining the possibilities.
“Extraordinary,” Maya finishes. “And we’d be cleaning up the industry, making it safer.”
“You’ve given this thought.” I trace my finger down her arm. “Predator hunting predator.”
“We could do real good, Adrian. Channel this into something meaningful.”
Her suggestion stirs something in me. The prospect of targeting those who truly deserve our attention and traffic in human misery is intoxicating.
“No innocent victims,” Maya states firmly, her eyes locked with mine. “And no service workers unless they abuse their position of power.”
I nod, studying the determined set of her jaw. “And in return?”
“I’ll help perfect your process. My ability could revolutionize your work.” She places her hand over mine.
The possibilities unfold before me. “Your gift would eliminate the guesswork. Each piece could be...”
“Precise. Purposeful.” Maya retrieves the small vial of blood from my earlier collection. “Let me show you.”
In my kitchen, she watches as I temper the chocolate, adding the preserved essence at crucial moments. Her fingers brush mine as she adjusts the measurements.
“More here,” she murmurs, guiding my hand.
I fold the mixture, incorporating air and emotion in equal measure. The ganache takes shape under our combined efforts, glossy and dark as night.
Maya closes her eyes as she tastes the first sample, her expression transforming. “There’s justice in this one. Righteousness.” Her tongue darts out to catch a stray drop. “But also... satisfaction. Like karma made manifest.”
“The hollow one who provided this deserved his fate,” I explain. “A hedge fund manager who drove families to ruin for sport.”
“I can taste his fear.” She opens her eyes, and I see my own darkness reflected there. “This is what your work has been missing. Context. Purpose.”
The ganache sets with a perfect sheen, carrying the essence of retribution. Maya’s gift has elevated my craft beyond anything I could have imagined.
I slide the freshly made truffle into the temperature-controlled cabinet. “It needs time to develop its full character.”
I select an earlier creation from my private collection and hold the sphere between my fingers. The shell gleams with a perfect sheen and contains drops of my blood.
“While we wait, I want you to warm my cock.” I loosen my belt. “And I’ll feed you these.”
Maya’s brow furrows. “Warm your... what do you mean?”
“Take me in your cunt, baby.” I step closer, trailing the truffle along her bottom lip. “Don’t move. Hold me there, letting your heat envelop me while I feed you these truffles.”
Her cheeks flush pink. “Just... hold you there?”
“Exactly.” I brush her hair back from her face. “Your pussy is the perfect temperature. And I want to watch your reactions as you taste what I’ve created while I’m inside you, feel how you react to tasting these particular truffles.”
Maya’s pupils dilate, and her breathing quickens. “That’s... different.”
“It’s intimate.” I trace her jawline. “Now, sit.” I settle into the leather chair by my workstation, patting my thigh. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”
Maya’s teeth catch her bottom lip as she stares at my lap. The hesitation in her eyes only heightens my need to possess her completely.
“Don’t make me wait.”
She takes a tentative step forward. I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. Her breath catches at the sight.
“That’s it. Straddle me.”
Maya lifts her skirt and adjusts her panties, positioning herself above me. I grip her hip with my free hand, guiding her down. She gasps as I enter her, her walls clenching around me.
“Perfect,” I murmur against her neck. “Now, stay still. Let me feel your heat.”
She adjusts to the fullness. I hold up the first truffle to her lips.
“Open.”
Her lips part, accepting the chocolate. I watch her face transform as the flavors bloom on her tongue. Her inner muscles flutter around my cock as she processes the emotions contained within.
“What do you taste?” I keep my voice low, controlling my own urge to thrust up into her welcoming heat.
Her eyes remain closed as she savors the complex notes. “Power... control... and something darker.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. “Now hold me inside you while I feed you more of me.”
I grip Maya’s hips, watching her process the complex emotions within.
“Can you taste what makes these special?” I hold another truffle between my fingers. “The ingredient that gives them such unique depth?”
Her eyes flutter open, recognition dawning. “There’s something intimate.”
“My blood.” I press the chocolate to her mouth. “I crafted these with drops of my own blood.”
She accepts the truffle, a small moan escaping as the shell cracks between her teeth. Knowing what she’s consuming makes her inner walls clench around me.
“I love knowing a part of me is consumed by you.” I brush my lips against her throat. “That you’re taking me in completely, in every way possible.”
Maya trembles. “I can taste your passion.”
I feed her another piece, watching her tongue dart out to catch a stray smear of chocolate. “You’re the only one worthy of experiencing me like this.”
I grip Maya’s hip harder as she subtly tries to rock against me. Her disobedience thrills me, but I won’t let her take control.
“Stay still,” I growl against her ear. “Or I’ll make you regret it.”
She whimpers, her muscles trembling with the effort to remain motionless. I can feel how wet she’s becoming, her arousal coating my shaft as she struggles to obey.
“Please,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“No.” I slide my free hand up her thigh, squeezing just hard enough to bruise. “You’re here to warm my cock, nothing more. Unless you’d rather I stop altogether?”
Maya shakes her head frantically. “No, I’ll be good.”
“Will you?” I trace my fingers higher, ghosting where she’s desperate for touch. “Because your body is telling me otherwise. I can feel how badly you want to move.”
She bites her lip, trying to suppress another whimper. Her inner walls pulse around me, betraying her growing need.
“That’s it,” I murmur, enjoying her struggle. “Fight against those urges. Show me how well you can control yourself.”
My own restraint is tested as she clenches around me again, her body instinctively seeking more friction. But I won’t give in. This is about control—hers and mine.
“Adrian,” she pleads, voice breaking.
“Shhh.” I press my thumb against her lips. “Focus on staying still. Show me you deserve more.”
As I feed each truffle, Maya battles her yearning to move against me. Her pulse flutters under my lips as I breathe her in. Each soft whimper sends a jolt of pleasure through my body, but I hold back, savoring her self-restraint.
The final truffle rests on her tongue like a promise. She holds it there, delaying the inevitable.
“Is this what you want, baby?” I brush her lower lip with my thumb. “Or is there something else you’re craving instead?”
Maya’s eyes flutter shut as she swallows, emitting a soft moan. Her body shudders above me, held perfectly still by sheer force of will.
“I know what you need.” With a gentle touch, I ease her off me, her pussy lips clinging to my cock as I withdraw.
I guide her onto the chair I’d been sitting on, pushing her back against the soft leather. The urge to consume her is all-encompassing. I want to brand her, mark her as my territory. Her skin will be a canvas for the artwork of our lust, a permanent display of my possession.
Her naked breasts rise and fall with rapid breath as I secure her wrists to the chair’s arms. Her thighs part willingly, and I tie each ankle to the opposite arm, leaving her exposed and bound. My beautiful critic laid bare for my devouring.
I take a moment to admire my handiwork—her porcelain skin wrapped in rope and her swollen lips parted in anticipation. Needing no further invitation, I lower my head between her thighs.
I taste her arousal with a gentle lick, savoring her delicate flavor. She gasps, her hips lifting off the chair as I swirl my tongue, seeking the places that make her squirm.
“It’s my turn to feast now,” I murmur between laps of her silken folds. “Time for you to let go and let me taste what I do to you.”
Maya’s soft whimpers fill the room as my tongue dances over her sensitive clit. I take my time, leaving no inch of her untouched by my lips and teeth and tongue, savoring her arousal in all its complexity.
Her thighs tense against the bonds as I delve deeper, my fingers joining the dance as I slip two digits inside her heat. She clenches around me, riding the waves of pleasure I orchestrate. Her body is my instrument, and I play her beautifully.
“Please...” she begs, voice hoarse, “I need... more.”
I chuckle. “Your begging is beautiful,” I praise. “Now, tell me exactly what you want from me.”
“Your fingers... deeper,” she pants, rocking her hips against my invading digits. “And... and your mouth. Suck me, Adrian.”
I curl my tongue around her swollen clit, sucking gently as I work a third finger inside her. Her inner walls clench greedily around me, rippling with each fast-approaching wave of pleasure.
“That’s it, beautiful,” I encourage, flicking my tongue. “Come all over my face. Let me taste your release.”
She comes apart around my tongue, her sweetness flooding my mouth. Her body arches, helpless in its surrender as I coax every tremor from her. Her climax pulses against my lips, each throb another note in the symphony of her surrender.
My cock throbs, aching for release. I need to be inside my girl, immersed in her warmth. She’s gorgeous like this, sated and vulnerable, and she’s all mine.
Her breathless pleas echo off the walls. “Please, Adrian. I need you inside me.”
I crave the sight of my cock disappearing inside her tightness, the feel of her walls squeezing me like a velvet glove. This exquisite woman… she belongs to me now.
I position myself at her entrance, tracing lazy circles with the tip of my length. Teasing. Taunting.
“Please,” she begs, her thighs parting wider.
I glance up, meeting her feverish gaze. “Please, what, Maya?”
“Don’t torture me.” Her hips jerk involuntarily as I continue to toy with her entrance, my tip nudging but never entering. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”
“Eager, aren’t we?” I curl my hand around her thigh, squeezing as a reminder of her helplessness. “But begging won’t get you anywhere. You’re at my mercy now.”
Her cheeks flush, her chest heaving. She needs it as desperately as I do, but I want to hear her say it.
“Ask nicely, and I might consider it.” I drag the tip of my cock up her slit, spreading her wetness.
“Oh, please.” She bites her lip, the sight fueling my own need. “Adrian, please fuck me.”
“With pleasure.” I slide forward, filling her in one slow stroke. “But on my terms.”
Her inner walls clench around me, clutching me like a vise. I thrust slowly, deliberately, drawing out each moment of connection. Her eyes roll back as she surrenders to the pleasure, her body begging for more even as her words fail her.
I lean in, nuzzling her ear. “You feel so good, Maya. So tight and wet.” I nip at her earlobe, then soothe it with my tongue. “But I haven’t even begun to fuck you yet.”
My hips snap forward, claiming her fully. The slap of our bodies echoes through the room, my balls tingling at the impact. I set a demanding pace, relishing the feel of her yielding to my dominance.
Maya meets my thrusts, her body moving with fluid grace despite her bound state. Her walls flutter in delicious ways around my shaft as I plunder her depths, seeking the spots that make her moan.
Needing a deeper connection, I reach between us to rub her clit in circles, my cock pistoning in time with my fingers. She tightens like a bowstring, a cry caught in her throat as I strike her sweet spot with rhythmic precision.
“Drench my cock, little critic. Let me feel every pulse.” I angle myself to hit that spot again, my balls drawing tight as I sense my own climax approaching. “I’m going to paint your insides with my release and mark that sweet cunt of yours.”
Her pussy locks down on me, drenching my cock as her orgasm rolls through her. Her greedy cunt doesn’t let go, drawing out my release as my cock pulses within her.
“Fuck!” I grit my teeth, riding out the intense waves, filling her with my essence. “Maya!”
She breathes in sharp gasps while my cum floods her. Spent and sated, my body collapses against hers, my arms instinctively wrapping around her to keep us connected as we float back down to earth.
I stroke Maya’s hair as she drifts off to sleep, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her neck where my marks bloom like black roses. The sight fills me with a possessive pride I’ve never known before. She’s mine—truly, completely mine.
She stirs slightly in her sleep, pressing closer to my chest. My arms tighten around her instinctively. I would kill anyone who tried to take her from me—not out of necessity like the hollow ones, but out of pure love.
For the first time in my life, I’m not alone. Maya completes me in ways I never knew I needed.