21 Break And Beg
Sienna lay on his bed, curled slightly to the side. Her head resting on his pillow. Her long hair spread around her shoulders, and her body draped in a maroon, small nightie, the same one she wore the night they first slept together.
The silk fabric clung to her skin, the deep neckline and short hemline revealing far too much. One hand lay under her head, the other resting under her cheek, her eyes locked onto his. Calm. Intent. Dangerous.
She looked soft, seductive, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
“Sienna,” he breathed, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
Sienna slowly propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes never leaving his. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her nightie and pulled it up to her hip, revealing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Adrian’s body tensed, every inch of control snapping.
He stalked toward her. One hand yanked off his suit jacket. The other ripped his shirt over his head in one swift move. His chest rose and fell, his body burning.
“You’re wearing the same dress,” he muttered, eyes burning with desire. “The night we first slept together. I remember every second of it.”
He climbed onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress, moving toward her like a predator.
“That night was the most unforgettable night of my life,” His voice was rough as he reached out, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her closer, his fingers tangling in her hair. “You can’t even imagine what I’m feeling right now.”
Sienna smiled, her hand slipping around the back of his neck, lips barely apart.
“Then let me make tonight even more unforgettable,” she whispered.
With a smirk, she flipped him over and straddled his waist. His hands gripped her hips, his breath catching as she leaned down, her nightdress brushing against his bare skin.
Adrian let out a low growl, gripping her waist tightly as her hands slid up the back of his neck. He was shirtless. She was practically bare. And every inch of her skin against his drove him closer to losing control. He was ready to claim every inch of her, to make her cry out his name over and over again—right here, right now.
His mind fogged.
His blood roared.
All he could think about was her. Having her. Keeping her. Marking her.
She dipped her head, licking his lips before trailing kisses down his neck, teasing him, driving him wild. Her tongue moved slowly up his jaw, then captured his lips in a kiss that burned through his veins.
Adrian gasped into her mouth, overwhelmed.
Sienna didn’t stop.
She kissed him again—slow and deep—before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, her breath warm against his cheek. Then she lowered her head, her tongue tracing the line of his neck, licking slowly, making him shiver. Her lips followed the path to his collarbone, kissing, sucking, leaving soft, wet marks down his chest.
A low groan rumbled from Adrian’s chest as she dragged her teeth over his skin, then soothed the bite with her tongue, circling it in slow, languid strokes.
Her lips moved lower, brushing over his chest. She licked a path between the sharp ridges of his pecs, her tongue teasing the sensitive spot right between them before she moved to one nipple.
She flicked, sucked, then grazed it with her teeth, tugging lightly until he arched beneath her, muscles tensing. She gave the same attention to the other, biting and licking, letting soft, breathy moans escape as she did.
Her nails dragged lightly down his sides while her tongue dipped into the line that cut between his abs. She kissed each one like it was sculpted just for her, biting at the ridges, flicking her tongue along the deep grooves, worshipping him inch by inch.
“Sienna…” he groaned, voice thick with need, hands fisting the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.
She looked up at him through heavy lashes, her lips swollen and wet.
She then grabbed, and pressed Adrian’s wrists above his head, her breath grazing his lips. She straddled him, watching the way his eyes burned with restrained fire.
“I want to watch you break,” she whispered, her voice laced with challenge and desire.
Sienna’s fingers trailed down his chest, nails dragging lightly before she pinched one of his nipples, twisting just enough to make him grunt. His body arched, but he didn’t beg.
Her mouth replaced her fingers. Hot, wild kisses trailed down to his abdomen, leaving a wet path as she went lower.
Her hand went under the sheets, and she grabbed the sleek, round, long toy that she had hidden before he came in. The cool cylindrical silicone with a hollow center met his burning skin as she slid it on his thick rod, letting it hum gently to life.
Adrian gritted his teeth, his muscles tightening under her. “Sienna, what the fuck?” he gritted out, his breath harsh. “I want you! Not some fucking toy.”
Sienna glanced up at him, her eyes flickering to his wrists, whispering, “Don’t move.”
Then, her fingers moved the toy up, and down his rod in a constant motion.
“You’re trembling,” she said, bending her head, and her tongue flicking the base of his shaft as the toy pulsed steadily. “I think you’re liking it enough.”
Adrian’s hips jerked, unable to hold still.
His hands were still restrained above him. He could move if he wanted. But he didn’t. He wanted to let her feel in control.
She pulled her head back, and again grabbed the vibrator. Adrian’s body tensed the moment she started to slip the toy up and down again. She didn’t rush—sliding it down painfully slow, teasing every nerve.
The soft, wet sleeve hugged him tightly. The closed surface at the top circled the sensitive head of his thickness, rolling around the spot where skin met heat with precision, like it was made to break him.
“Fuck—Sienna,” he growled through gritted teeth, his hips bucking slightly.
His rod throbbed harder inside the toy, the veins pulsing as the vibrator started to hum with low, steady power.
Sienna's eyes danced with satisfaction. She leaned forward and crushed her mouth with his. Their tongues clashed, lips fighting for dominance, wild and frantic.
The vibrator began moving on its own again—sliding up and down his girth while buzzing at a wicked pace. Adrian was close, body trembling with the force of it.
But just before he could tip over the edge, Sienna pulled the toy off and replaced it with her mouth.
She swallowed him deep, gagging slightly on his size, but refusing to stop. She dragged her lips back up slowly, eyes locked with his.
Adrian grunted, his body straining.
Her hand grabbed his pants laying discarded in a corner of the bed, fingers hooking into the waistband. In one swift motion, she drew out the belt, folding it over her palm with practiced ease. Then, she brought it down across his chest. Hard .
A sharp smack echoed through the room. A red welt bloomed on his skin. He growled, his eyes wild with lust and rage.
A red welt bloomed across Adrian’s chest, but Sienna didn’t stop.
Multiple strikes came all at once, one after another.
“Fuck!” Adrian hissed, pain and pleasure burning his entire body. He was on the verge of losing control.
Then, he gasped as suddenly she took away the vibrator, and her mouth wrapped around his thick rod, sucking him in deep while her hand delivered another sharp blow across his chest. The contrast of pain and pleasure made his muscles twitch beneath her touch.
Adrian's eyes rolled back for a second, his jaw clenched tight as he tried to hold himself together.
Sienna's mouth trailed back down to his cock, her tongue licking slowly before taking him in again. Her hand reached between his legs, fingers grazing and teasing, making him groan into the room.
And then she did something else.
She slipped a pair of soft headphones over his ears and clicked the music on. Loud, pounding bass filled his senses, drowning out everything else. His world was now just touch. Just her.
Next, she blindfolded him with his tie.
His world went dark.
Her mouth went back to his hardened girth, sucking him deep, tongue swirling around the soft flesh.
Her fingers traced his chest slowly, softly—before another slap hit his skin. Adrian bucked, helpless under her control. She moved back down, letting her tongue dance between his thighs. Every touch from her was calculated. Controlled. Ruthless.
His rod throbbed in her mouth, the pressure building again. But Sienna pulled back, not letting him finish.
She slipped her hand between his legs again, stroking him, massaging, teasing.
Adrian growled softly, body twitching with the sensation.
Sienna licked a long, slow line up his inner thigh before her mouth found his swollen girth again—devouring him with rough hunger. She took away the headphones. Now he could hear his own ragged, uncontrolled breaths.
His body was slick with sweat. She climbed on top of him, dragging her wetness along the length of his shaft. Her eyes burned into his blindfolded face.
A desperate groan rumbled from his throat. His hips bucked instinctively, but she pinned him down with her thighs, grinding against him without letting him slip inside. The friction was maddening—warm, wet, close—but never enough.
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” she whispered. “Now it’s my turn.”
She trailed her nails down his chest, slow and light, just enough to make him shiver. Adrian’s hands clenched into fists, bound above him, trembling with restraint. He wanted to grab her. Flip her. Bury himself so deep she’d never forget him. But she had all the control—and it was driving him wild.
Sienna leaned in again, her lips brushing his neck. “You like being at my mercy, don’t you?”
His throat went dry, breath caught in his throat. She moved again—slowly this time—guiding him to her entrance. Her heat pressed against his tip, and for a moment she paused, teasing the edge, letting him feel just how close he was.
“Beg,” she murmured, eyes locked on his face.
Adrian’s voice was low, hoarse, and filled with tension. “Please… Sienna. Take me in. Inside you. Please”
She had never gotten a submission out of him this easily. He never gave up control, hearing him beg was just something she could only dream of.
But right now, his body was trembling with need. His chest covered in red welts, knuckles white as his hands gripped the headboard, his thick rod burning, red, swollen and thick. It was so hard that it was standing up on its own, begging for attention.
And with that, she sank down on him in one slow, careful motion, her body swallowing him whole.
“Fucking hell! Fuck, Sienna! Take it.” Adrian’s back arched, a broken moan escaping his lips as she finally gave him what he’d been craving. She rocked her hips, setting a slow, torturous rhythm, her hands pressed to his chest for balance.
Every inch of him throbbed inside her. Every move she made sent fire through his veins.
“Sienna, harder,” he gritted out, his hips arching to slide deeper inside her, making her swallow more of his length. “Move faster. Deep. Right now!”
“No,” she whispered, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles that made his whole body tremble.
Her body clenched around him with every slow roll of her hips, slick heat wrapping his girth in a way that made Adrian bite down a groan. His jaw tightened, every muscle in his body straining as he fought the urge to let go too soon.
Sienna leaned back slightly, bracing her hands on his thighs, and started to ride him harder—still in control, but with an edge of wildness that made his breath catch.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with her soft gasps and his ragged breaths. Her head tilted back, hair falling down her back, breasts bouncing with every sharp thrust she gave him.
“Fuck—Sienna—” Adrian groaned, his voice breaking. “You’re killing me.”
“Good,” she panted, slamming down harder, her thighs quivering as pleasure overtook her. “I want you ruined.”
She leaned forward again, hands on either side of his face. She licked the sweat from his neck, then bit down lightly, her hips never stopping. Adrian’s head thrashed against the bed, his body bucking wildly beneath her.
“Harder,” he rasped. “Please, Sienna. Harder!”
Sienna pulled the blindfold off his eyes.
He looked wrecked—eyes dark and hungry, lips parted, sweat dripping from his temple. But his gaze burned only for her.
She kissed him hard, moaning into his mouth as she started to lose rhythm, her body tightening, her movements desperate and rough. Her walls clamped around him, and he felt her pulse—tight, wet, throbbing—her orgasm crashing over her in waves.
But Sienna didn’t stop.
Even as her body trembled with release, she kept moving, slower now—crueler. Her soaked heat milked him with every grind, every clench. Adrian’s breath hitched, his entire body on edge, drawn so tight he thought he might snap.
“Sienna,” he rasped, his voice wrecked and low, “I’m right there… Please—”
Her nails raked down his chest. “No.”
He gasped, hands gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles went white. She adjusted her position just slightly—just enough to keep his swollen shaft buried inside her, but no longer giving him what he needed. Her hips rocked with maddening control, dragging her slick folds up and down his burning rod, always just shy of the angle that would push him over.
She rode him like a queen on a throne, her wetness spilling down his length as she chased her own pleasure all over again. Her head tilted back, her lips parting with a shuddering moan as another orgasm tore through her. Her walls clenched, pulsing around him. She cried out softly, grinding down and soaking his thighs.
But still—nothing for him.
Adrian bucked up, trying to find friction, desperate. But Sienna pressed her palm against his chest, keeping him down, controlling him completely.
His whole body trembled, his girth throbbing painfully inside her, the heat unbearable. “Make me cum, Sienna.” he choked, voice raw.
Her expression didn’t soften. She bent over him, kissed the corner of his mouth gently—too gently—and whispered, “No.”
Then, without warning, she lifted off him completely. The sudden emptiness made him grunt, hips twitching in frustration. His rod stood flushed and angry, soaked in her arousal, desperate for release. He looked like a man ruined—and he was.
She didn’t even look at him.
Sienna stood slowly, calm and unaffected, like her body hadn’t just taken everything from him. She pulled her panties back on. Her thighs were slick, inner legs glistening with evidence of what they'd just done—but she moved with the cool precision of someone completely in control.
Adrian sat up abruptly, the tension in his body shaking him. His eyes were dark, dazed, wide with disbelief. “Sienna… what the fuck are you doing?”
She didn’t respond.
She reached for her jeans, sliding one leg in at a time, moving like it was just another ordinary morning—not like she’d just left him on the edge of madness.
Adrian sat there, stunned. Sweat cooling on his skin. Heart pounding. Cock still stiff, leaking. Denied. Shaken. And completely undone.
Adrian swung his legs over the side of the bed, his body still hard, still throbbing, still needing her. “Come back here!” He growled, voice thick with heat and fury.
She finally met his eyes. Cold. Blank. Like he was nothing more than a moment she’d already forgotten. “We’re over.”