37. Adrian
His sweet witch shivered in his arms, eyes wide and skin warm even as rain slid over her cheeks and down the slight curve of her neck. Droplets ran under the sweater clinging to her breasts, and he followed their path, rolling the furled tip of her nipple between his fingers.
What a fucking privilege.
Not only did he have the most amazing woman in the world between his legs, she wanted to belong to him—she wanted to call him sir—and he was going to show her just how much that meant.
Watching her wings unfold as she drove his bike, seeing her own it like a personal throne, had left his chest pounding, threatening to tear itself wide open. Maybe he had a heart inside there after all. He wanted nothing more than to see her raised to her rightful place as queen. A person so exalted no one dared think about defiling her.
Except her king, of course.
Except the black knight who would pledge his entire existence to stand at her side. The one person who would protect her at her lowest and worship her at her highest.
“Mm, yes,” he affirmed, grinding his hips into her just to feel the friction, the give of her cheeks, and the sigh from her lips as he squeezed her throat. “A reward for being such a good girl and not giving up, even though you wanted to. And a punishment for having such a wonderful smile, for laughing so beautifully it made my dick hard as fucking steel.”
She pressed into him as if she had to feel for herself a third time just how true his words were. He twisted her nipple until she let out a squeal and squirmed to no avail. “Teasing me with that sweet ass while you rode my bike like it belonged to you. For that, I should make you ride my cock the same way. Fuck —” All the blood in his body surged at the thought. Merely saying the words rendered him speechless.
Taking a deep inhale of the rain-saturated air, he reveled in the smell of earth mixed with the floral scent from her hair, in the rich aroma and taste of her climax lingering in his stubble. He traced the curve of her breast, trailing his hand back down to the front of her jeans. She practically shoved herself into his palm.
He chuckled darkly and took his time fiddling with the button. “Should I open this up and see what’s underneath, hm?”
“Yes, sir. Please.” She reached her arms up around his neck, stretching her body across the bike to expose every inch to the rain and sky, and to his searing gaze. “I want you to see.”
Need hit him like a bullet, white-hot and piercing to the core.
The reward first, then.
“Do I get to play with what I find?” he murmured, releasing her throat to run his hand along her chest and squeeze her other breast. She’d stilled, and that pleased him very much. Already learning so fast. So eager. He popped the button open, toying with the zipper before pulling it down, knick by knick.
She groaned and arched into him, his forearm bracing them together. “Yes, sir.”
Two more knicks. He tugged the zipper halfway down.
“Is this pussy mine to please, mine to torture in any way I see fit?” He grinned, knowing every word prolonged her anticipation. Every answer forced her to neglect her own want and focus on his demands.
“Yes, Sir. Please, I can’t—”
His teeth sunk into her neck, directly over the hickey he left earlier. “What did I say about that word,” he growled against her pulse.
“That I’ll— oh. ” She gasped, unable to continue as he finished pulling down the zipper and rubbed small circles over the thin veil of her panties. They were soaked through as much as the rest of her clothes, but this wetness had nothing to do with the weather. “That I get a mark each time I say it,” she managed to finish.
“Good girl.” The exposed skin on her stomach pebbled, her legs widening as he rubbed her clit. Then he pulled away the last layer and slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy. “Now, let me see what I have to work with.”
His other hand drew tight circles around her nipple, plucking then teasing again as he spread her labia. She was so soft all over, so pink, her blushing center glossed with her own arousal. So ripe for his picking.
His hunger had grown into an insatiable craving from this morning, his appetite unrivaled for the sweetest fruit of them all. But he maintained an impassive fa?ade, inspecting her like she was merely livestock he’d won in an auction. Testing her quality, ensuring she’d be up to the tasks he wanted her to perform.
Holding her open with his thumb and middle finger, he traced around her entrance, up to the top of her wet seam, and pulled back the hood of her clit. It was exactly as he wanted, swollen and tender and begging. He licked his lips but left it untouched. Rewards were meant to be savored.
Then, his finger traveled down until it pressed against the small ring of muscle behind her entrance. Her back arched, and with all the slick and suddenness of her movement, the tip of his finger breached her tightest hole.
“Shit,” he breathed.
She whimpered, immediately trying to settle herself.
Dammit, she was tight. And hot. Wiggling around her rim, he tested her response as she threw back her head and parted her lips.
His cock swelled, some primal caveman instinct telling him to grow even bigger, even harder at the thought of puncturing her most private place. One day, she’d earn that. He had no doubt that one day, she’d earn everything.
For now, though, he had a mission to fulfill.
Easing out gently, he brought his thumb down on her clit and gave it a slow, firm circle. She tensed, the muscles in her stomach clenching in the same way he knew her pussy would, the way it would grip and hold him right where she needed it—and that thought had him stabbing two fingers inside her, pressing down where she pressed back, rubbing that particular rough patch that made her squirm and curl her toes.
“Sir—” She gasped.
Another moan cut her off.
He gave her breast a final tug before gliding over the dainty ribbon at her neck and up her jaw, clamping his hand over her mouth. “Keep moaning, sweetheart. Let me hear all your beautiful cries as I make you come.”
Muffled, she did as she was told, her lips pliant under his calloused palm.
“This morning only made you want more, didn’t it?” he hummed in her ear, forcing her to take it slow and deep as he curled his fingers and flicked her clit with his thumb, keeping her spread and lubed with her own arousal.
She nodded.
“Good,” he murmured. “I’m going to give it to you.”
Her thighs trembled as she strangled his bike, just like she’d done to his head earlier. He never knew he’d be so jealous of a hunk of metal.
Twisting his fingers, he pushed them in further until she cried out, then held them there, mirroring the movements he made on her clit. Her tits tightened, straining against the wet fabric—as if there wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t want his touch as much as he wanted to give it.
She turned her face into his neck, closing her eyes and shaking like a leaf.
“Open your eyes.”
She did, and when jade met gold, he pinched her clit. Her pupils dilated, jaw falling unhinged as instinct took over, and her body blushed all over, overcome by pleasure and completeness and every sensation that meant she belonged to him .
He didn’t stop until she stopped squirming and shuddered with a final release, the flutter and clutch of her pussy melting away. She breathed out a satiated sigh as he uncovered her lips.
“What a very naughty girl.” He pulled out his fingers, coated with her nectar to the point that it left a string of evidence between them and fell onto the bike in a shimmering streak. “Leaving a filthy wet mark on my leather seat.”
She peered up, a flush in her cheeks and that spark of awakened lust in her eyes. It glowed all the brighter as she registered his words, then saw the gleam that must have shown in his own eyes and the crooked slant of his lips.
“I didn’t mean to.” She bit her lip, playing along with mock guilt.
No part of her looked guilty or ashamed of what just happened, and a surge of pride threatened to make him ruin the game and kiss her until they both fell off the bike, then pin her to the ground and make her come until they both passed out. But no, as fun as that would be, what he had in mind was much more tempting.
He raised his hand in front of their faces as if to show off the proof of their sin. The rain misted through a ray of sun in the ever-fickle clouds, and sparkles of moisture glistened along his knuckles, coating his rings like lacquer.
“Taste,” he said, offering his incriminating fingers.
She sucked his finger clean, swirling her sweet tongue around him like he’d offered her a piece of candy. He didn’t know what turned him on more, the fact that she could enjoy her own pleasure or how she wrapped her lips around him and took him in further.
He groaned. “I believe it’s time for your punishment.”
She hummed, her teeth scraping his knuckles. How he was starting to love playing games with this woman. The kind that only made her want to play more, to crawl into the dark corners of their hearts and lock out the rest of the world.
“See that smaller shed to the right?” He pointed, and her gaze followed his arm. “It’s miscellaneous storage. Old documents and stuff no one looks at anymore.”
She gave him a curious glance, so he answered her unspoken inquiry. “Raptor and I used to sneak in when we were younger, looking for things we shouldn’t. Never really found anything interesting except for a few old vests with bullet holes.”
The other sheds had more interesting contents, but those weren’t things he wanted Ivory to know about. Things that once she saw, she’d be held accountable for.
He dropped his voice to the low tone to which she responded so well. “Go inside. You’ll find a desk in the center. I want you bent over with your ass ready for me by the time I get back from locking the gate. Wouldn’t want anyone interrupting to find out how wet you get from being spanked, now would we?”