Chapter 16 Mia
A drian lifts me in his arms and carries me into the dimly lit bedroom. He does this with such ease, making me marvel at his brute strength. He sets me on my feet, in front of the dresser with the vanity mirror. He takes a few steps back and sits at the end of the bed.
His voice is a low command, “Take everything off, Mia. Slowly.”
I take a deep breath, before carefully pulling off my hoodie, exposing my naked breasts. I hadn’t taken time to search for my bra before getting dressed.
I knows he’s going to put me through something I’ve never experienced before, and my mind is frozen in shock at how I went from running for my life in the snowstorm to suddenly standing half naked in front of Adrian who has never looked so dark and intense.
“Mia,” He raises his eyebrow, clearly wondering why I stopped stripping my clothes off.
I push my yoga pants down past my hips and ass, letting them fall to the floor. I am going commando since I have no idea where my panties landed last night.
I hear Adrian inhale a sharp breath as he sees my exposed body. I look up and can’t help but focus on the hungry look in his eyes.
“Turn around, baby. Look at yourself in the mirror and see what I see. Just how beautiful you are.”
I do what he says, but instead of staring at myself, I look at him through the mirror. His blue eyes seem to glow with hungry desire. I shiver because he looks like he’s on the brink of wanting to devour me. The image of him doing so causes a wet rush between my legs.
Oh, no. What if he notices? Can he smell me?
I squirm.
He chuckles, a knowing look in his eyes.
I guess that’s a yes.
He moves to stand behind me, guiding me to step towards the mirror and dresser.
“Be a good girl and bend over. Push your sweet ass out towards me,” he instructs.
I lower myself over the waist-high dresser, my forearms rest on the countertop and I arch my back to push my rounded bottom out towards him as he ordered me to.
“Look at yourself, Mia,” he murmurs, the roughened tone of his voice betraying his arousal. “See how beautiful you are, every part of you.” He moves closer, his hands caressing my hips, ass, and thighs.
He grabs a cushioned bench positioned at the foot of the bed and sits on it, thereby leaving his face at eye level with my ass.
I can’t help but breathe faster with excitement and anticipation.
He cups his large, muscled hand between my thighs, his fingertips touching the front of my mons and heel of his palm pressing into my wet pussy.
I moan, unable to help squirming in his hand.
“Oh, you like that, do you?”
“Please,” I whimper, starting to grind down on his palm. I need the pressure so badly.
He inhales audibly, clearly savoring the smell of my arousal. But I’m too far gone in a haze of pleasure to be embarrassed.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his mouth brushing over my lower back. Then he bites my left and right ass cheeks before licking at the bite marks. At the same time, his left hand reaches up to grab my long hair, pulls it and forces me to arch my head and neck back. It makes me feel so deliciously helpless.
I gasp. I’m entirely at his mercy and it makes me involuntarily squeeze my core muscles as if they are anticipating his hard shaft pushing into me soon.
“I could eat you right now,” he growls.
“Adrian,” I plead with him.
“Not yet, baby.” He removes his hand from between my legs and as he looks into my eyes through the mirror in front of us, he licks my juices off his palm. “You taste so fucking sweet. I’m going to need more of that later tonight.”
I shiver at the sight of him tasting me, and at the idea of what he plans to do with me.
“But before we do anything like that, you remember what I told you?”
I shake my head, too far gone to remember my own name let alone an earlier talk.
He tsked. “You need to take your punishment like a good little girl for running away.”
My heart skips a beat. I barely have a moment to register his words before I find myself draped face down over Adrian’s lap. I turn my head to look back at him. His gaze is fierce, burning with something raw and relentless. Adrian’s hands are on me—firm, unyielding, and there’s no mistaking the controlled dominance in his movements.
A shiver runs through me, a mix of excitement and fear, and I feel my breath hitch as he pins my wrists behind my back, holding me down with a grip that says he’s not letting go.
“You have no idea what you did to me out there,” he growls, his face close enough that his breath is warm against my cheek. “No idea how crazy you drove me, thinking you could just disappear into the snowstorm, thinking you could risk your life like that.”
I try to look away, but his hand grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. There’s no softness, no gentleness—only raw, visceral emotion, the kind that makes my heart pound with a mix of defiance and desire. “You think you can just run from me, Mia? After everything?”
I open my mouth to respond, to defend myself, but he shakes his head, his fingers trailing down to the front of my neck, squeezing with a possessiveness that takes my breath away. “No,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
Before I can protest, the palm of his other hand lands on my backside, harder than I was expecting. It stings uncomfortably yet sends a jolt of heat straight through my pussy. I gasp, surprised, a mix of shock and arousal flooding my senses. “Adrian—”
He doesn’t let me finish. Another smack lands, this one harder, and I feel my body arch involuntarily, torn between wanting to pull away from the sharp sting and stay for more of the undeniable thrill coursing through me.
“This is what happens,” he says in a low, steady tone, “when you put yourself in danger. When you make me think I might lose you.”
He spanks me again, and this time a bit harder, the sound echoes in the room, my own gasps blending with it, and I feel the heat spreading across my skin, radiating out in waves that make my whole body tingle. I want to be angry, to push him away, to tell him he has no right—but a traitorous part of me aches for this, for the way he takes control, the way he doesn’t hold back, the way he makes me feel completely, undeniably his.
I can’t help but notice his cock underneath me growing larger and harder with every blow. Just like me, he’s finding this punishment unbelievably arousing. I can feel and smell how wet I’m getting with each stinging slap next to my core.
I’m a bit nervous and excited at the anticipation of seeing his hard member in full glory. He looked and felt alarmingly huge last night. So much so that it was painful at times. I can’t believe he was able to get his entire cock inside of me. I want that delicious pain.
After several more painful smacks, and a burning hot sensation that emanates from my bottom cheeks, and my pussy drenched in my juices, he leans down, his hand soothing the sting with a slow caress, his lips brushing against my ear. “Do you feel that, Mia?” His voice is dark. “This is what you do to me. This is what happens when you push me, when you run from me.”
My body trembles, every nerve ending alive under his touch, and when he finally loosens his grip, I turn to face him, my eyes blazing with a defiance I can’t seem to shake. “Maybe I wouldn’t have run if you’d just told me how you felt,” I whisper, my voice daring him to admit it. “You can’t expect me to just… know.”
His gaze softens just a fraction, but the fire is still there, simmering beneath the surface. “Then let me make it clear,” he says, his tone a mixture of raw emotion and commanding conviction. “You belong to me. And I belong to you. You’re not running away again, Mia. Not from me. Not ever.”
Before I can respond, he leans down, capturing my mouth in a fierce, devouring kiss, his hands tightening on my body with rough urgency, as if he’s determined to erase every doubt, every fear. And as I surrender to him, feeling the weight of his need, his possessiveness, I realize that maybe, just maybe, this is exactly where I want to be.