Chapter 48 #2
Moving against the object, Seth’s breath started choking out of him, and tears formed in his eyes.
He hated crying during scenes. But for some reason his body did it when it reached a certain point.
Pain and pleasure mingled together and a sheen of sweat broke out across his entire body.
Fuck, he was so close.
It took every ounce of his control to stop.
It.
Took.
Every.
Single.
Thing.
He.
Had.
When he looked at her, his body shook under her gaze. Seth had to concentrate on staying standing. The ache deepened and his resolve was cracking.
Tears were falling freely, and Seth could feel his hold on reality slipping.
She leaned in, bringing her face close to his and her tongue licked out, tasting his tears.
“You are so beautiful,” she said, and Seth sighed into the comfort of her words.
“I want you to stay still and keep pressing the dildo deep inside you.”
He barely heard her, because while she spoke, her hand wrapped around him.
Her fingers curled painfully around his raw erection and it was like she had electrocuted him.
He whimpered.
“Shhhhhh, you can do this,” she said as she pumped her fist across him mercilessly.
Seth didn’t think he could do this.
Her hand was so warm against him and the painful strokes rocketed him well past his edge.
“Do not come.”
Her voice was cold, reaching him even through the thick fog that was suffocating him.
He panted, sobbing now.
“Please, Adria. Mistress. It’s too much.”
He begged her to stop.
Begged her to keep going.
His mind was so cloudy he didn’t know what he was asking for. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop talking.
Then the sensation stopped, and he opened his eyes.
“One more to go, Toy. How do you want to do it?”
He looked at her, confused.
“Do you want to fuck yourself or would you like my hand on you—” her eyes drifted down. “Or my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Not that, no way I’m making it with your mouth on me.”
She laughed.
“I’ll fuck myself,” he said, a new red flush blushing across him. Seth couldn’t believe he was still capable of getting embarrassed around her.
“Go hard, I’ll know if you don’t,” she chided.
He watched as she leaned against the counter in front of him. Her eyes stern. He tried to take in a steadying breath, but it was shaky as hell.
He was shaky as hell.
His entire body was ready to collapse like a stack of cards.
A small voice whispered inside him.
You asked for this.
Seth winced. Eight hours ago, he had practically begged Adria for individualized attention.
Wanted to feel important to her.
His body screamed at him as he slammed his ass onto the toy. His teeth grinding painfully together as he pulled out and pushed back again and again.
There was no way he was going to make it.
The pain and pleasure were too much.
“Breathe, Seth.” Her voice wrapped around him like soft vines.
Holding him together.
He slammed into the wall again, biting his cheek until he tasted blood. His balls tightened, and he felt the air leaving his lungs in ragged gasps.
“Stop.” Her command froze him in place.
“Look at me,” she said.
It took him a moment of composure before he was able to raise his eyes to meet hers. He could feel the new tears streaming down his face. She was literally going to kill him.
Adria stepped forward and put her foot on the bathtub’s edge, her cunt just inches from his face.
“Make me come, and you’ll have earned your orgasm.”
Seth almost knocked the two of them over, lunging for her. He grabbed her with both hands and pulled her in close. Relishing in the soft cry that escaped her perfect lips when he entered her with his tongue.
She hadn’t put any rules on him this time, so after a few paces he kept one hand on her hip to steady himself but pressed three fingers inside of her with feverish intent.
“Such a good boy,” she said above him, and he curled his fingers inside her. Following her curves and rubbing her in all the right places.
Her fingers tangled in his hair and Adria pulled painfully, and Seth moaned into her.
She started rocking her hips, pressing herself into him, and in turn she pressed him further onto the dildo.
Now that she was near him, Seth was able to block out the sensations. Able to fully concentrate on her.
Wanting to make her come all over his fingers and mouth. Needing to hear her moans as he caused her to become as undone as he was.
Pressing in the fourth finger, he fucked her harder, teasing her until he felt her hands grip painfully into his hair.
Her walls contracted around him and she moved her hips more vigorously, slamming him against the wall. The toy pressed deeper and deeper as she leveraged her weight against him, and Seth felt his edge coming painfully close.
“Oh my God. Fuck, Seth, you look amazing.”
More of her wetness gushed around him and he sucked hard on her sensitive spots, feeling her come.
“Yes, yes,” she kept chanting. “Just like that.”
Seth’s mind turned off and all he could feel was her. Her walls clamped around his fingers, squeezing them impossibly tight.
She leaned into him, reaching her hand down to rub painfully along his cock.
“Come for me, Seth,” she said.
And Seth let go.
The enormity of the orgasm ran through him. The room felt like it fractured around them. The sheer pain and pleasure of it ripping through him, touching him in places he never felt possible. It was the sweetest mixture of pain and pleasure that Seth had ever experienced.
Hot liquid burst through him and shamefully he had to grab onto Adria to stay upright.
His chest filled with a wave of emotion, and he felt the last of his tears dry on his face. When he opened his eyes, he was momentarily surprised that the room was still standing.
Something primal. Something deep within him stirred, and he moved.
Shifting the toy out of him, he stood, wrapping his arms around her.
She didn’t have an opportunity to protest as Seth lifted her.
He knew what he wanted to do. Had to do.
But he forced himself to make eye contact with her. One last chance for her to push him away. Her eyes were black, and she gave him the slightest of nods. It was all the permission he needed before he lowered Adria’s body against him and thrust into her.
His body moved with animalistic intent.
She had quite literally broken him apart and put him back together in this very room. He felt new.
Reborn.
And he needed his first steps to be inside her.
Moving, he slammed her against the door to the bathroom. The hinges rattled around them, but Seth didn’t fucking care.
He hoped the whole fucking world heard.
Thrusting into her, she rocked against him, and he wrapped his hand around her throat, keeping her steady.
Leaning back, she looked delicious, skirt hiked up over her hips, hair wild, eyes dark with arousal.
Pinning her between his hips and the door, Seth used both hands to rip her shirt apart. The deep need inside demanding more of her.
More.
More.
More.
Seth pressed his face into her breasts. Biting and sucking, until she was crying out under him.
She was so strong, so put together, and he was causing her to come undone.
“Don’t fucking come,” he demanded.
And he squeezed her throat harder.
Taking more of her, Seth bit into her neck, sucking hard.
He was vaguely aware that he was marking her, and he didn’t care.
He wanted himself on every inch of her.
“You are the single.”
Thrust.
“Most gorgeous.”
Thrust.
“Woman I have ever met,” he breathed into her.
Pressing into her harder, he growled, “You turn me inside out and I’m happy to bare every inch of myself to you.”
He pounded painfully into her, and she closed her eyes, moaning.
“I need to feel you everywhere. Adria, the things you make me feel…”
He turned, carrying her.
He set her down, feet on the floor. His cock cried out, leaving her. But he spun Adria and pressed her into the vanity, entering her from behind.
She looked up, locking eyes with him in the mirror, and he fucked her from behind.
The primal hunger surged seeing her green eyes looking back at him. Her shirt in tatters around her perky breasts. A purple hickey on her neck. Seth hiked her skirt up, revealing her tight ass.
Bringing his hand down, his hand slapped sharply against her flesh and Adria growled low and pressed herself back into him. Seth slapped her again before grabbing the swell of her hips and pounding painfully. He felt another orgasm building.
Where the last one carried a shattering sensation, this one threatened to pull him together. She had claimed him. And now he was claiming her.
He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck.
Their eyes found each other; they were both covered in sweat.
“Come with me,” he pleaded, not recognizing his own voice.
Her mouth parted in an almost pained expression before he felt her insides clamping around him.
Seth’s mind came undone.
He unraveled around her, riding the second-best orgasm he had ever had, before collapsing next to her on the bathroom counter.
The two of them, breathing heavily, just looked at each other, before he moved to scoop her in his arms. Breathing with his face in her hair.
She let him hold her for a long while, letting the fog of the events clear.
A steady shake came over him and he trembled.
“Can you make it back to the room?” she asked him as another shake racked through him. Seth felt her pulling on his clothes.
“It’s okay, you can shower here,” she said, pulling his shirt over his head.
The water turned on and she kept one hand on his shoulder.
He trailed his fingers along her ripped shirt.
“What are you supposed to wear to the room,” he giggled, feeling odd.
“We’ll wrap up in towels,” she said, taking off her skirt.
“Get in.” She gestured to the shower.
Seth’s legs protested, but he stood and moved, enjoying the feeling of the warm water on his skin.
“Sit,” she said.
“I’m fine,” he slurred.
“Seth, I’ll hurt myself trying to catch you if you fall.”
That clicked something in his head. Seth didn’t want her to get hurt.
Sitting, he bent his legs and pulled them into his chest, resting his face against his knees.
Adria was there, pressing her breasts and chest into his back. Her legs coming along his sides.
A shuddered breath moved through him, and Seth felt fresh tears forming.
A wave of emotions flooded into him, and he felt his breath hitch as a sob escaped him.
Adria didn’t say anything. She didn’t say he was okay, didn’t shush him. Seth only felt her face lean into his neck, and she breathed with him.
Holding him while he cried on the shower floor.