19. Maya
19
MAYA
I drift in and out of consciousness, caught between dreams and reality. In my dream, Adrian looms over me. His hands grip my hips, pulling me toward him before his thick cock slams into me with urgent, relentless thrusts. The sensation is intense, and I cry out as a battering series of waves, both pleasure and pain, wash over me.
As the dream intensifies, I tense, my body responding to the fantasy as if it were real. But something feels off. My eyes snap open as I realize Adrian is inside me, for real. I’m not dreaming—he’s actually fucking me while I sleep.
“What the fuck, Adrian!” I yell, anger and shock coursing through me. I try to push him off, but he’s too strong, holding me down with an iron grip. “You sick bastard! Get off me!”
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he leans down, his hot breath against my ear. “I couldn’t wait any longer. Seeing you naked and vulnerable, you were like an offering I couldn’t resist.”
His words stir a dark desire within me even as I struggle against him. How did I end up here, trapped in this perverse game? I remind myself that he kidnapped me, drugged me, and is holding me captive above his chocolate boutique. Of course, he would cross this line.
“You’ll pay for this, Adrian,” I hiss, my voice shaking. “Let me go, or you’ll regret it.”
His nostrils flare. “Threaten me all you want, Maya. It only makes me harder. Besides, where would you go? You’re mine now, and I plan to keep it that way.”
Adrian’s fingers skillfully undo the knots, slowly releasing me from my bindings. I’m acutely aware of his heavy cock still buried deep inside me. The sensation of being free while still tied to him in this intimate way elicits conflicting emotions.
“You know, I love it when you fight me,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire. “It makes the victory that much sweeter.”
I glare at him, summoning every ounce of my remaining defiance. “Go to hell, Adrian. I’ll never submit to you.”
His eyes darken, and a wicked smile plays on his lips as he pins down one hand. “Scratch me, Maya. Leave your mark on me like I plan to do to you.”
As if suddenly possessed by an animalistic urge, I dig the nails of my free hand into his back, relishing the feel of my nails breaking the skin. A groan escapes his lips, and he thrusts harder, each punishing stroke sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.
I twist and scratch, trying to break free from his grip. But he holds me tight, his hands bruising my wrists as he savors the battle of our bodies.
“That’s it, little critic. Fight me while I fuck you. Scratch and claw all you want, but know that you’re mine. Every inch of you.” His voice is thick with arousal as he bites my shoulder, claiming me with his mouth.
The urge to mark him consumes me. My fingers dig into his inked chest, leaving deep scratches that make him groan with satisfaction at knowing he’s forced all of this on me, and nothing I can do will stop any of it.
“That’s right, baby,” he grunts. “Show me your wild side. Scratch and claw, but remember, my body is yours to claim, too, every mark a symbol of your ownership.”
His dirty talk fuels my desire, and I throw caution to the wind, raking my nails across his chest again. A part of me relishes the idea of marking him, leaving my imprint on this man who has taken so much from me.
Adrian bites my neck, his mouth latched onto the sensitive skin as he sucks and nips. The pain shoots through me, only adding to the eroticism of the moment. I can feel the evidence of my desire leaking out, mixing with the sweat that glistens on our skin.
“This is what you do to me, baby,” he growls. “Make me lose all control. I want to make you mine forever.”
I twist and buck under him, my movements becoming more carnal, driven by a raw, animalistic need. I want to devour him. At this moment, all thoughts of escape vanish, replaced by a fierce desire to possess and be possessed.
“Milk my cock with your tight cunt,” he demands. “Your body was made to take my cock, to squeeze and milk my release. I want to feel your nails in my flesh, little critic. Leave your mark on me as I claim you from the inside.”
His words are a trigger, and my orgasm detonates, ripping a scream from me. The force of my release makes me wild, and I claw his back with my nails.
Adrian lets out a powerful roar as he finds his own release, thrusting into me with such force that it leaves me breathless. Our bodies are soaked in sweat, our skin emblazoned with the marks of our passionate battle.
We remain tangled together, breathing heavily, as what happened sinks in. I feel a symphony of emotions—shame, desire, and a sense of power.
As I trace the marks I left on his chest, a dark thought crosses my mind.
My eyes travel down to the scratches I made on his chest, some still welling with droplets of blood. A carnal craving grips me, and I yearn to lap up his blood like a savage.
I move closer to him, and he watches me like a hawk. Leaning down, I softly kiss his collarbone, my hair brushing his skin. Then, without thinking, I dart my tongue out and lick the fresh wound.
He growls a deep, guttural sound that sends a thrill through me. In this moment, I embrace my true dark side. Adrian has tasted my blood, but now, I return the favor. I relish the heady flavor on my tongue, my eyes fluttering closed as I indulge in this forbidden act.
His hand tangles in my hair, guiding me to another wound, urging me to taste more. My heart hammers in my chest as I submit to his silent command, licking and nipping at his skin. I can feel his arousal growing, his desire matching my own.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “Tasting my blood, knowing you marked me. It turns you on.”
I pull back, my eyes flashing with newfound boldness. “You have no idea,” I whisper, reaching for him, wanting more.
His gaze sharpens. “Oh, but I think I do. You’re a wild one, Maya. You just needed the right catalyst to unleash your true nature.”
I feel empowered by my newfound freedom, even as I recognize the danger lurking in the depths of his eyes. This is a man capable of great passion and great destruction. And I’m addicted to both.
“Catalyst, huh?” I say, running my fingers along his chest, tracing the paths I had clawed into him. “Is that what I am to you? A mere spark for your corrupt desires?”
He captures my hand, bringing it to his lips, and delivers a sensual kiss to my fingertips. “You’re so much more, Maya. You’re the flame that ignites my soul. The darkness that calls to my own. But make no mistake, I won’t be the only one consumed by this fire.”
Adrian’s eyes burn with desire as he guides me atop his muscular frame. I straddle him, feeling his hot breath against my skin. His cock, hard and thick, presses against my core. I lean down, my hair cascading around us like a curtain, and lick the wounds on his chest.
His hand grips my throat, his touch gentle yet commanding. I gasp as he tightens his grip, applying just enough pressure to heighten my senses without cutting off my air supply. I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as he chokes me lightly, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.
“Such a beautiful little critic,” he whispers, his voice a low growl. “But I think it’s time for you to do the work. Ride me, Maya. Show me how much you want it.”
I’m positioned over his massive cock, and it presses against my slick lips as I rub myself along his length slowly. I glance into his dark eyes, seeing the power and control he craves reflected back at me. I take the lead, sensually rolling my hips as I lift myself up just enough, and then I slowly lower myself onto his thick length.
It feels like coming home.
A strangled moan escapes my lips as I adjust to his size. Adrian’s hand remains around my throat, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin beneath my jaw. He controls my breath, dictating the pace of our dance.
“That’s it, baby,” he urges. “Take what you want. Show me how badly you need it.”
I rock my hips, grinding myself up and down his shaft, setting a steady rhythm. Each threatening squeeze sends sparks of panic and pleasure through my veins, one feeding the other.
His eyes remain solely focused on mine as he chokes me, challenging me to keep my gaze locked with his. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and indescribably aroused. My head starts to swim as he cuts off my oxygen, making the sensations even more intense.
“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” he teases, his thumb caressing my pulse point. “The thrill of not being able to breathe, of putting your life in my hands—a killer’s hands. It heightens everything, doesn’t it?”
I nod, my eyes pleading. He understands my desire for this delicate balance of pleasure and fear, of submission and control. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I’m addicted to the sensation.
“Say it, Maya,” he commands, his voice dripping with power. “Tell me you want me to choke you as you fuck me.”
My voice is hoarse as I struggle to speak with his hand squeezing my throat. “Yes, Adrian. Please. I want you to control my breath while I take your cock. It makes everything feel more intense.”
A dark smile twists his lips, and he tightens his grip, cutting off my air supply for a few seconds before releasing me. The rush of oxygen to my lungs makes my head spin, and the pleasure becomes almost overwhelming.
“Good girl,” he praises, his fingers tracing the marks on my neck left by his hand. “I’ll give you what you crave, but first, I want to hear you beg.”
I swallow, my throat dry and my voice thick with desire. “Please, Adrian. I’m begging you to fuck me hard while your hand is wrapped around my throat. I need it so badly.”
Adrian’s gaze darkens with desire as he lifts me off him. I gasp as he flips me onto my hands and knees. His arm snakes around my throat, tightening just enough to restrict my airway and force my back to arch toward him. I gasp, the sudden pressure on my neck sending a bolt of excitement through me.
“You’re trembling, little critic,” he growls, his hot breath against my ear. “Such a good girl, letting me pin you down, my cock driving into you. I see how much you love it when I take control and show you what it means to be truly fucked.”
I can’t speak, but I nod, my body burning with need. I feel his thick cock press against my entrance, and then, with one forceful thrust, he slams into me.
The sensation is overwhelming—pleasure tearing through my body like a hurricane. Adrian grips my throat tighter, cutting off my air supply as he begins to move. Each powerful thrust rocks my body, sending stars bursting behind my eyelids.
I’ve never been fucked like this—so violently, so roughly. It’s as if he’s marking his territory, and I can’t help but relinquish control. My body is on fire, every nerve ending ignited.
Adrian’s grip on my throat loosens slightly, allowing me to catch my breath. But the moment I start to pant, he tightens his hold again, depriving me of oxygen. It’s a delicate balance of pleasure and pain, of wanting to struggle and needing to submit.
“There you go, baby,” he grunts. “Feel how perfectly my cock fills you up. This is what you’ve been aching for, this loss of control.”
His words fuel the inferno inside me. I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm more powerful than any I’ve ever experienced. My body bucks against his, my movements becoming frantic.
“Please, Adrian,” I gasp. “I’m close. So close.”
His hand tightens on my throat, and he slams into me with relentless force. “Surrender to me,” he demands. “Show me how beautifully you shatter with my cock deep in your tight little cunt.”
And then, like a dam bursting, the orgasm hits me with such intensity that it takes my breath away. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and my vision goes black. It’s the most incredible release I’ve ever felt, my body shaking uncontrollably as I surrender to the pleasure.
Adrian’s grip on my throat loosens. I can feel his cock still twitching inside me, but everything starts to fade as my consciousness slips away. I try to stay awake, wanting to savor this moment, but the powerful orgasm has taken its toll, and I slip into darkness.