Chapter Eleven
Adam
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“ADAM.”
Her tone was breathy as I settled back beside her, freeing our bodies from the sandwiched cables.
I wanted to pull the damn connectors off, but I knew breaking the signal would only send Elsa, or worse, another colleague, flying into the room.
I’d meant what I said earlier. I needed the time alone with her, needed to feel her body against mine.
Whatever the ICC’s officials were going to suggest in the morning, I needed the power of our intimacy to vaccinate me against whatever was to come.
“I want you out of those clothes,” I snarled, already aware of how obvious my arousal had become beneath the thin hospital gown.
She sat upright, dodging wires as she tugged off her sweater, shirt, and bra, while she simultaneously wriggled free from her leggings and panties.
I watched her in the shadows, following her lead as I opened the gown Elsa had insisted I wear and tugged it from my arms. For the next few hours, at least, I needed skin-on-skin contact with Caroline.
I needed to make her mine again.
Snuggling down at my side, her delicate hand grazed over my chest. “Are you sure you should be out of that gown, Sir? I don’t want you getting cold.”
“That’s the first and last time you’ll be talking until I tell you otherwise.
” I pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, thrilled to finally be able to give us both a little of what we longed for.
Dealing with the police and the doctors had meant we’d gone without each other for too damn long. “Understand?”
She nodded, presumably exaggerating the movement so she wouldn’t need to answer.
“Good girl. Now, spin around. I want to bury my cock between your cute little ass cheeks.”
She moved without hesitation, sliding between my arms and wriggling down under the sheets until my shaft had made a home between those tempting orbs. Nestling into its new home, my erection swelled at the enticing provocation of her welcome heat.
“God, I’ve missed this.” Skimming a hand over the curves of her magnificent body, my dick throbbed in agreement. “I’ve missed you.”
She mewled, more than aware of the request I’d made for her silence, yet apparently concurring.
“I’ve missed this.” My right hand curled around her body and roughly cradled her breast. “Missed having you to play with.”
Leaning against my chest, she sprawled over me, hooking her left leg over mine and splaying her knees in a brazen show of invitation. I might have forbidden her from speaking, but her body was talking in its own right.
“Ah, I see you’ve missed me, as well.” I chuckled into the delicate skin of her neck, my free hand gliding over her toned midriff, inching slowly between her legs. “Is this what you need, little girl?”
Her hips rose in reply, her breathing accelerating when my fingertips grazed over her sex.
“You’ve not been shaving properly,” I chided playfully, tweaking her right nipple as a so-called punishment.
Not that I could blame her. Being detained by the Swiss police, and then, presumably, worrying about me, would have done little to improve her personal grooming.
“Oh.” She swallowed, her head lolling to one side as she pushed her breast into the palm of my hand.
“Shhh,” I reminded her. “I want quiet, little girl. We don’t want to attract any unwelcome attention in here now, do we?”
That admonishment was equally unfair. I, after all, was the one who’d told her not to speak, yet had incited the ferocity of her reactions, but then, Caroline and I had never truly worried about fairness.
In fact, when it came to pleasure, I’d found that it was often the lack of parity she sought, the perceived injustice that drove her right to the edge, when all she needed was her master to gently push her over the precipice.
“Imagine what Elsa would say if she saw you like this.” I whispered the words into her ear, my fingers delving lightly between her pussy lips to find her already seriously aroused.
My balls clenched at the moisture at my fingertips, electricity sparking as I envisioned all the ways I could enjoy her.
“Imagine her walking in here, throwing on the light, and pulling back these covers to find you naked and so fucking brazen?”
I was naked, too, of course, but it wasn’t my desire in question. It never was. I would have my pleasure as and when it suited me, but if my little girl wanted to come, then she knew she was going to have to impress me.
The hand at her breast reached to find her left nipple, paying it the same courtesy the right one had relished, while my cock buried itself deeper into her ass.
“Maybe Elsa will invite some of her colleagues to watch you being such a whore for me?”
She moaned at the question, her hips pushing her sex up to meet my fingers.
I’d been careful not to use the ‘w’ word since leaving Fortorus.
Ian had liked to bandy the term around as though everyone he’d ever met without a dick was morally depraved, when the truth was, the men he employed were far bigger sluts than most of the women he’d terrorized.
Not that promiscuity should have mattered one jot.
It never had to me. I respected sexually adventurous women as much, or as little, as I had the promiscuous men I’d encountered.
I hardly thought the amount of sex they’d had was the relevant matter in most discussions.
But, I realized, the moral judgment mattered to Caroline.
After living through the society Ian and I had created, which valued women almost exclusively for their perceived moral value, I could understand the sensitivity.
If used incorrectly, the word could trigger her into distressed rage, but when I employed it in alignment with her growing fervor, I also knew it could elevate her pleasure to unprecedented peaks.
“Maybe I’ll ask her to video you while you beg me to finger fuck you.” My hand shifted then, offering her clitoris the benefit of my wrist while two of my digits slipped inside her. “She could live-stream it, so everyone logging on could see you for what you are.”
Caroline called out, the sound guttural as her hips moved faster, pushing her clit against my wrist and reveling in the friction she found.
“Maybe she can ask all the doctors to come in and watch you, as well?” I smiled at how stimulated she was, savoring the feel of her while my hand at her tits alternated between her lengthening nipples. “So everyone can enjoy your humiliation.”
Breathing labored, one of her hands rose, her fingers burying themselves into my hair, while the other hand reached behind her to grasp at my pulsating shaft. I permitted the deed, grateful for her fingers’ attention as I gradually increased the pace of the digits in her pussy.
“I know you’d like that, little girl.”
The idea of the public denigration was a huge turn-on for Caroline.
The complexity of that arousal was something we’d talked about both during and after her incarceration.
The waters were, of course, muddied after her time in Gamma, where the asshole, Mitchell, had also revealed a penchant for ignominious displays, but we were working through that confusion.
Whether her sexual triggers came directly from the trauma of Fortorus, or whether, as I suspected, she’d always harbored the dark desires but had never scratched the itch until she met me, I didn’t know.
All that concerned me as I stirred them, though, was helping her to soar toward another amazing climax.
After the stress of the last couple of days, she deserved that high. We both did.
“Wouldn’t you?” I slapped her breast gently, noticing how her hips rocked faster at the fresh stimulation. “Tell me you want it.”
That was the first time I’d given her a direct instruction to speak since I’d started playing with her.
Knowing how much she bloody loved the restraint, I’d used gags at Fortorus to prevent her from talking, but in the shadowy confines of the hospital, my imposed silence was just as effective.
Caroline would only talk when I told her to, just as she would only come when I commanded it.
The control and denial drove us both wild.
“Tell me you’d love Elsa and Kaspar and all of them out there to see you for what you are...” Pumping my fingers in and out of her, I held her steady as she squirmed. “Nothing but my dirty little girl.”
“Oh, fuck.” Her head turned in my direction. “Please, Sir.”
“Tell. Me.” I squeezed her nipple even harder, the darkness meaning I had to envision the pain flashing in her eyes.
“Yes!” Her voice was strained. “Yes, I’d love that, Sir.”
“You want them all to know, don’t you?” I rolled my hips forward, loving the feel of her hand around my cock as I thrust harder between her cheeks. “You want every single person to know what you are.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her fingers clenched around my erection.
“I should take you out there after this.” Christ, she was so fucking wet. “I should get you on all fours and lead you by the hair around the corridors, so everyone can see whose whore you are.”
“Fuck!” Her head tipped back in the crook between my chin and my shoulder.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
Honestly, I liked the sound of it, too, although I would never compel her into any kinky scheme unless it was completely consensual.
Gone were the days of my unquestioned authority and her unquestioning compliance.
I loved and valued what we’d found too damn much to risk ruining our dynamic, but I was more than happy to exaggerate the fantasy for both of our benefits if it meant it toppled her.
“Yes, Sir.” She whimpered as I switched to her other breast, writhing like a sexy fucking goddess caught between my arms.
“Imagine everyone who will see you.” Stilling my hips to avoid reaching my crescendo too soon, I nibbled at her earlobe. “All the nurses, the doctors on duty who’ll watch, record you, and comment. Even the security staff and the cleaners.”
She moaned at the tantalizing prospect, apparently impressed with the humiliating sentiment.
“I could ask them all to play with your tits and smack your exposed backside.” I laughed at the outstanding thought. “That would help me out a lot when my wrist grew tired from all the attention you need.”
“Oh, please.”
“What?” I taunted, knowing all too well what she wanted. “What do you need, little whore?”
“I need to come!” She practically sobbed the words. “Please, Sir. Please.”
“You want to come already?” My voice was soft but mocking. “But I haven’t invited Elsa in here yet, let alone all of the others.”
“Please!”
I couldn’t recall her being so desperate since the time I’d forbidden her to come for days on end.
“Please, Sir.”
“Okay.” My hips sprang back into life as I ceded to her frantic plea, pushing my swollen dick back between her digits and the heat of her ass. “Come for me. Make me feel it.”
A long, guttural groan escaped her lips as she gave in to the peaking tension, her body tensing in my arms. She called out when the first surge of pleasure struck her, and the hand at her breast rose to cover her mouth while my other palm milked that hedonism from her clit for as long as I could.
“Uck!” She struggled in my embrace, captured between the intensity of her climax and the prison of my arms, and all the while I plunged between her palm, the tip of my cock burrowed between her cheeks.
I didn’t precisely recall the moment I reached my peak, the wall of desire building quickly as soon as I knew Caroline had come. All I recognized was the way the knot of agitated strain dispersed, the hand at her mouth falling to the edge of the bed as I pumped cum over her rectum.
It didn’t matter that I wasn’t inside her properly, though I would have loved to have been. The only significance of the moment was in the exchange of pleasure and the knowledge that she trusted me to play with her limits in such an unapologetic way.
Collapsing back against the covers, I hoped she knew that I would never dare to do anything to disrespect her in real life again, and that, if need demanded it, I would give my life so that she could live, but more than that, I hoped she knew how much I fucking loved her.
Panting on my pillow, I couldn’t quite find the words to articulate those important feelings, but in the hush that followed, when her limbs entwined with mine, the warm and contented solace that enveloped us seemed to accomplish the task for me.
Satisfied silence was enough.
Her warm skin on mine was enough.
Nothing compared to the blessings we already had.