Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
NORTH CAROLINA
A dria took in his dopey expression. This is where, under normal circumstances, she would stop. With Cole, she would have stopped. It was clear Bryson was spent. But this wasn’t about his growth, this was about her life.
She thought about Seth’s face twisted in pain and it strengthened her resolve. Tonight, in this dark room, she was going to do something she never could have done with Cole. Something she had never done with anyone.
She was going to feed her darkness.
Going to a nearby drawer, she grabbed a large vibrator. Positioning it on the bench, she angled it so it had direct pressure with his cock.
He jumped at the initial contact, and she heard his teeth clamp together. He was still trying to stifle his sounds.
Her sounds.
Sounds she had earned.
She started on level two, allowing the sensation to register with him. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to rocket through him.
His muscles tightened, his entire body going along for the ride. Adria slowed the vibration, giving him a moment.
Letting him think it was over.
She watched him calm. Watched his body adjust, before she turned the vibration to its highest setting.
The effect was immediate. Bryson’s muscles strained against the restraints.
A small cry escaping his lips, unbidden, as she worked him toward another forced orgasm.
When he whimpered, when his body shook with release, she turned the vibrations down to a steady hum.
Bryson was drenched in sweat, his scent thick in the air.
Adria moved to the wall, fingers curling around a thin cane.
By the end of the night, he was going to scream for her.
The whistle of the cane was his only warning.
The first strike landing across the center of his ass, a clean stripe blooming across tender skin.
His face pressed into the bench, his jaw clenching.
The second landed above the first.
Then the third.
Then the fourth.
On the fifth, he broke.
A cry ripping through his throat, ragged and raw.
A wave of triumph washed over her. But the need inside her demanded more. There was a reason she didn’t indulge in this darkness.
It was insatiable.
“I think we can do better than that,” she murmured.
He held back on the sixth and seventh.
His sweat-drenched hair stuck to his face, his body trembling.
Adria admired his willpower.
But on the eighth, he cried out again .
And by the tenth, his voice was hoarse.
Welts rose along his skin, his body shining with sweat, and a calm settled over her, like the world had slowed to her pace.
For the first time, in a long while, she felt in complete control.
“Fuck, Adria,” he rasped.
Her name.
The first time he had ever used it.
And the way he said it…
Satiated. Defeated.
A fire ignited in her veins. But it wasn’t the name she wanted.
She glanced over his wrecked body, the devilish vibrator still pulsing into him.
“Please,” he whispered.
He sounded pathetic.
Used.
“I fucked up . ” His voice broke. “I’m sorry . ”
The darkness inside her stirred.
She pressed against his trembling form, drinking in the way his body sagged when she finally turned off the vibration.
He thanked her.
She let out a breath, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you.”
Her fingers stroked over his brow, gentle, almost mocking.
“All used up. Begging.”
He shivered beneath her, pressing his face into the slick bench.
“I quite like you like this.”
Her hand hovered in front of his face. “Thank your Mistress . ”
Something in her thrummed with anticipation .
She hadn’t planned to wear it, but she had put on her family ring for the occasion.
He blinked up at her, hesitating.
“I—”
She turned the vibration back on.
“Ah—fuck! Fuck, thank you.” A delicious whimper fell from his lips.
But it wasn’t enough.
“I believe the words I’m looking for are thank you, Mistress.”
She wiggled her fingers, taunting.
She was at the top of the roller coaster now.
The anticipation pulsing under her skin.
He fought it.
And if he hadn’t, she would have been disappointed.
Adria wanted to feel his resistance.
Wanted to break it.
Her body buzzed with it, with the tension of it. It was the first time she had forced a submissive to call her Mistress.
And seeing Bryson like this.
Writhing.
Fighting.
It was the most unbelievably arousing thing she had ever experienced.
He gritted his teeth, body locked in desperate defiance.
So, she turned the vibration higher and dug her nails into his testicles.
“Thank you, Mistress!” he blurted out, unable to stop himself.
She smirked.
“I’m sorry,” she purred, increasing the pressure. “I couldn’t hear you.”
His body bowed against the restraints.
“Thank you, Mistress!” he screamed .
Her stomach clenched.
A fantasy flashed through her mind.
Her core pressed against his face, his screams muffled as she rode his humiliation.
His voice vibrating against her cunt, shaking from the effort of begging her for mercy.
Forcing him to come over and over. Leaving him a ruined mess, slick with his own desperation.
Fuck—
She was coming.
Her thighs shook, her body pressing into his.
His slick, wrecked body quivered beneath her.
And that was it.
The wave hit, stealing her breath, shattering her control.
Pleasure tore through her, leaving her trembling in its wake.
Her fingers dug into his damp skin, riding the last waves of it before, slowly, clarity returned.
She steadied herself.
The room settled back into focus. Her pulse slowed. She exhaled.
What had she done?
She needed to get out of there.
Turning off the vibrations, she pressed a button on the side wall and exited the room.
Eric met her in the hall. He paused when he saw her, his eyebrows raising.
“Is he alive?”
She paled. She must look bad. “Of course he is,” she said, standing a little straighter. As she moved past him, she said, “Get him cleaned up and put to bed. He can stay the night in there.”
Eric’s expression burned into her as she walked, no, wobbled, to her bedroom.
Nothing had happened. She had punished him. No sex, no intimacy, just corrective action.
It had to be done.
Who was she trying to convince?
The shower was cold. Adria tried desperately to snap herself out of the overwhelming arousal she felt. Her entire body shook from it. The need and desire burning across her, consuming her.
The cold water continued its assault on her flesh, and her body shivered, but it did nothing to reign in the fire below.
She needed more.
Her hand drifted to her clit. Her mind told her she shouldn’t be getting off on this. But her cunt and her hand had other ideas.
Her knees buckled as her fingers slipped between her slick folds. Adria leaned against the shower wall, her breath ragged.
Visions of Bryson tore through her.
His body straining against the restraints. His hands clenching into fists. The soft, broken screams slipping from his throat.
A shudder ran through her.
She reached for the dildo, her fingers fumbling, her body already shaking with need.
With a sharp inhale, she slammed it into herself. Her back arched against the hard tile.
Head tilting back, her gaze blurred into the cascading water above.
She fucked herself furiously.
Hard.
Fingers gripping.
Breath ragged.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and the gentle sound of water disappeared—Bryson was there.
Behind her eyelids.
On his knees.
Looking up at her, that cocky fucking smirk still painted across his face. But his eyes, they burned with something electric.
A silent confession.
That he submitted to no one. No one but her.
A moan spilled from her lips. Her skin burned under the icy water. But the shiver wracking her body had nothing to do with the cold.
Her mind spiraled deeper, envisioning Bryson leashed.
Collared.
She yanked the chain, forcing him to crawl between her legs.
The water echoed around her as her moans grew louder.
She could feel it—the warmth of his breath.
The slick heat of his tongue pressing inside her.
Exploring.
Tasting.
She slammed the dildo deeper.
Tension twisting at the base of her spine, heat coalescing between her legs.
She was close.
The dam broke.
Pleasure detonated through her, so hard it was almost painful.
A strangled cry escaped her lips.
Her body shook, her hands grasping at the showerhead for support.
Still, she didn’t stop.
Her fingers moved with feverish desperation, the next orgasm already ripping through her like a freight train .
Wave after wave, her body wrecked itself beneath the relentless intensity.
Finally, she sank onto the tile floor, utterly spent.
Breath heaving.
Water dripping down her trembling limbs.
She reached out, fingers finding the knob, and shut off the water.
A slow, spreading calm blooming in her chest.
Her body felt light.
She basked in it.
Bryson had hit subspace all right.
But even then, even in that haze, he had fought her.
She had forced every ounce of his submission.
And it shouldn’t have turned her on.
But it did.
Not just enjoyed.
Not just liked.
Bryson’s submission was the most exhilarating thing she had ever experienced.
Rational Adria would come back.
Eventually.
But right now, sitting naked on the shower floor, heartbeat still racing, body still humming with pleasure, Adria admitted it to herself, she loved it.
And she wanted more.