Chapter 54
CURITIBA PARANá
Adria could feel the hard tile beneath her knees. Bryson was flailing. What he had been through, what they all had been through, was traumatic. But she suspected that he had been through the worst of it.
Adria knew what it meant to look into the eyes of a monster and smile.
She also knew it was something that she had spent years getting through.
Years of sleepless nights and thousands of nightmares.
A lifetime of minutes that she had spent alone, because Adria didn’t think she could ever trust another soul.
But she would be damned if Bryson fell to that fate.
He was stronger than her. He had reached her when no one else could, and she would do the same for him now.
“Adria, don’t,” he said above her. His voice was firm, but Adria noticed the way his breathing changed.
He was mad. Afraid. Confused.
Adria also knew that it was possible to feel all those feelings and still be turned on. And there was not a doubt in her mind that her kneeling in front of him was turning him on.
She peeked at him, innocence dawning on her face. “I will catch you, Bryson. Every time and in every way, I’ll be there.”
His breath caught, and he just stared at her.
It wasn’t a secret he was avoiding Dom-ing.
“Something happened in that house that made you afraid to be yourself,” she said, her voice soft. “But I want you back. I trust you.”
He shook his head, indecision on his face. “You don’t want to. This isn’t what I want.”
Pain flashed in Bryson’s face, and Adria started removing her shirt. Standing, she shifted out of the pants she was wearing. Lowering herself again, a chill ran through her as she knelt on the floor naked in front of Bryson.
“I trust you. Because you know the men I last knelt for and you don’t think any less of me.”
She could hear him swallow. Both of them were aware the last men she had ever knelt for was her father and Jonathan.
Ten minutes ago, she would have sworn that she never would have knelt for another man. But seeing Bryson like this. So afraid to take his power back. There was no way she was going to let Regan have that.
Bryson’s finger curled under her chin, and he tilted her face to his.
“You sure?” he said, and she saw it.
The hunger in his eyes. The need. The want.
Slowly and carefully, she pulled her lip beneath her teeth and bit down.
“I’m sure, sir,” she said.
He sucked in a breath, and she could feel his energy changing, but he said, “I’m scared about letting go—”
“—Scared about hurting you.”
Adria found his face and said, with absolute certainty, “I’m not.”
And that was it.
Bryson took a step back, rearranging his posture before stepping in close again and unzipping his pants.
Adria’s lip curled upward in a smirk. “Why are you men always so predictable?”
“Topping from the bottom already, now who’s predictable?” Bryson quipped.
Adria ran her tongue along the length of him, reveling in the sweet sounds that came from him as she teased his length. Fluttering her eyelashes, she looked up at him.
“I assure you, you are in complete control.”
Bryson pressed the tip against her lips, and she opened obediently and allowed him to enter her mouth.
She felt him ease into her, and she pressed her lips around him.
Bryson’s hand reached out and gripped her shoulder.
“I’d be an idiot to ever think that I was in control,” he breathed. “But right now I’m going to take anything you give me.”
She swirled her tongue along him and felt her cheeks cave in as she sucked in his shaft.
Adria swallowed him whole.
“Fuck.” Bryson’s voice was pure gravel.
She kept going. Even when she felt that he was close, even when normally she would have stopped, she continued.
Because for this singular moment, Bryson was in charge.
He surprised her though, and just when she was sure he was about to come, he pulled out of her mouth with a sharp pop.
Adria glanced up at him. His eyes were dark, and his face was flushed.
She watched him stalk away from her and sit on the bed. Her gut clenched as he raised his hand and patted his knee.
She hesitated.
“If you delay, you are only going to make things worse for yourself,” he said, his tone final.
Adria swallowed. She had asked for Dominant Bryson, and now she was seeing him.
She pressed her palms into the floor and swayed her hips as she crawled to him. Seductively, she pressed his thighs apart and pressed herself in between them, molding her body around his erection. Adria nibbled on the smooth space on his neck.
Bryson’s hand snaked into her hair, tangling in the locks, and then his fingers tightened painfully in them. Pulling her head away from him. Adria’s body arched, and sharp pricks of pain radiated from her scalp.
“That is not what I asked for, gorgeous,” he hissed in her ear.
Then he let her go and calmly tapped his knee again.
Adria licked her lips. She was nervous, sure, but there was no denying the arousal growing within her.
Moving as gracefully as she could muster, she stood and draped herself across his lap, head resting on the bed, ass in full view.
Bryson grabbed both her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand.
Adria could feel wetness dripping down her leg. She had no idea giving up control would do this to her.
She thought he was going to spank her, so she tensed when his hand touched the swell of her hips.
But instead of a sharp smack, he just explored her backside with his warm hands.
Moving deeper, he brought his hand between her legs and froze.
“You are soaking,” he said, and she could hear the surprise in his voice and feel his erection getting impossibly harder beneath her.
He shoved his thumb deep inside her, and she moaned into the mattress.
When his thumb came out, his hand came down sharply on her ass.
Adria yelped and clenched her thighs together.
The pain was sharp and short.
Bryson’s hand came down again and again, and Adria could feel the warmth growing on her abused ass, could feel the warmth growing in her core.
After several seconds, Bryson stopped and continued his slow fucking with his fingers. He would add or subtract digits, changing tempo and sometimes even giving her clit a soft flick.
He continued to tease her until she was panting and squirming in his lap.
When she was sure she was about to come, he started spanking her again. Harder this time.
Faster.
Adria’s muffled cries fell into the soft blanket under her, and her hands struggled against his grip.
When her legs started to kick out, he wrapped his leg around them, effectively pinning her.
“I want to taste you,” he said. And the world shifted as he lifted her off his lap.
Adria stood awkwardly next to him, hands still behind her back, frozen from some invisible command.
“Get on the bed, on all fours,” he said.
She did it.
“Press your face down.”
Again, she did it.
Pushing her ass up into the air, exposing her pussy and wetness to him.
Bryson brushed his thumb across her folds, and Adria nearly came undone from the softness of it.
With his newly wetted fingers, he traced her tighter entrance and said, “I’m going to make you come over and over again on my fingers and lick you completely clean, and then I’m going to fuck you here.”
Adria’s core tightened, and she tensed under him.
He waited. Maybe waiting to see if she would argue, but Adria wasn’t going to argue. She was enjoying the feeling of letting go.
His mouth was on her, and she bucked on the bed.
Bryson chided her. “So needy, so wet for me.”
Adria wanted to argue, but what was the point? It was obvious.
He pressed his fingers into her, one at a time until he was fucking her with four. Adria drove her pelvis into him, meeting his strokes, until he grabbed her hip and forced her to be still.
She was so close when his hand froze inside her. Adria felt her insides tremble.
“Ask me nicely,” he said, his voice wicked.
Adria bit her lip.
His fingers were still inside her, motionless, but his thumb reached up and pressed into her rim.
Adria moaned.
“I can just fuck you here. I know just how to do it, so I come and leave you wanting,” he taunted.
“Or,” he continued, curling his fingers inside her just slightly, pressing into her walls, “I could make you scream my name for hours. Your choice.”
Adria argued with herself, but when his fingers left her body, she caved.
“Please, Bryson,” she said, so softly she wasn’t sure he heard her.
Bryson’s hands were on her, and he flipped her. Adria fell onto her back and he pressed her knees up into her chest.
“What was that, gorgeous?” he said, pressing his fingers back into her.
“Please, can I have an orgasm?” she said again, this time with more conviction.
His hand moved away from her and came down on her wet cunt with a slap.
Adria cried out into the room.
His hand came down again and again, and she rocked around trying to escape, but he had her pinned under him.
Tears came to her eyes, and she shook her head violently. It was too much.
But as soon as he stopped, his mouth was on her, fingers probing into her, and she let go completely.
Adria could feel him, every part of him touching her, teasing her, until he curled his fingers and pressed in the exact right spot.
“Come, Adria.”
And she did.
She unraveled under him and shook with the enormity of it. His mouth was there, catching her screams, and she tasted her juices. Tasted him mixing with her.
Her walls were still clamping down around his hand when his mouth moved from hers to meet her center. He lapped up her wetness, and she cried under him.
“I need a minute,” she said.
But he pushed on her stomach with the palm of his hand, stilling her. “But you’re not in control, are you, sweetheart?” And with a devilish look in his eyes, he sucked hard on her clit, and pain shot through her.
She was too sensitive.
Her mind reasoned, this was normal. The Dominant in her knew she was okay, but the other part of her was scared.
Bryson pressed some of her wetness into her asshole before pressing a finger into it.
Stars speckled in her vision, and Adria gave into the sensation.
Bryson milked two more orgasms from her before her limp body rested into the mattress. She was numb to the sensations; even the gentle lapping of Bryson cleaning up her wetness didn’t faze her.
She barely even noticed as he flipped her over.