52. Ivory
She sealed her eyes shut against the threat of more tears. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t—”
“ Shh ,” Adrian soothed, tender while keeping command. “Can you name another moon, sweetheart?”
She looked up, expecting to see disapproval written on his face, but the frown she braced for wasn’t there. He didn’t look upset, not even in the playful way he’d been during their scene yesterday. Instead, he gleamed with pride and reverent awe, as real as any other time she’d impressed him.
“Ga–something?” she whispered.
He smiled. “Yeah, I think that’s one. Let me check.” He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “To be honest, you could have said anything, and I would’ve believed you. Here it is—Ganymede. Did I pronounce that correctly?”
She managed a weak laugh. “Ga-nuh-meed, and I have no idea what the fourth biggest moon is called. My mind is mush at the moment.”
“Callisto.”
“Right. I remember now.” She sighed and let herself relax against the table. There had been no rational reason to fear his response. He’d always protect her, even from himself—or, in this case, from herself. “You did that on purpose. You wanted me to fail.”
He set the phone down and turned towards her, feathering his fingers up her arms and capturing her hands with his. Their bare chests pressed together, his warm skin to her soft breasts. “Pain isn’t always physical.” His golden eyes searched hers, prodding for any sign of real harm. “But regardless of form, if you feel it, I own it. I own your success and your failure. In the bedroom, I decide which you’ll get. And no matter what, you will always please me.”
His words found root deep inside her wrung-out psyche, blooming into a rich bouquet more profound than any temporary pleasure. For once, she didn’t have to worry about falling short. She didn’t need to think about performing better than someone else. Their sex wasn’t about that, and neither was their relationship. They didn’t measure themselves in terms of win or lose. They had a partnership, and that bond was more permanent than a contract, more sacred than a promise.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome,” he replied and rubbed their noses together. “You’re so damn smart. No one could have done that but you.” She giggled. “I love watching you come.” His eyes drifted closed, lips ghosting over hers. “I love the shape of your mouth, the sound of your cries. The feel of you breaking for me.” He kissed her sweetly, and she responded in kind. “Ready to earn back the inch you lost?”
She returned to the moment, limbs loose and yearning for proper release. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He straightened as his voice sharpened, sure in her obedience. “Turn your head to the right. Can you read the clock on the oven?”
She focused on the digital numbers. “Yes, sir.”
“If you last ten minutes, you can come.”
At least thirty minutes had passed since they’d had breakfast. Another ten wouldn’t be easy, but it would be doable, especially since she’d already come once—
“ Ahhh —”
Her cry filled the room, thighs snapping closed as he ran his tongue over her clit. Hot and slippery, he sucked up her juices and swallowed with a deep groan. The sound alone could’ve made her come again. Lasting thirty seconds felt like a monumental challenge. He wasn’t going easy on her, and she didn’t want it any other way. His confidence became her confidence. His ownership and mastery became her ownership and mastery. What he desired, she could achieve.
Adrian pried her legs open, lathing his tongue over her pussy and sanding her thighs with his stubble. The intensity of both sensations overtook her nerves. It was all she could do to grip the table, hips bucking into his mouth. Another flood of arousal eclipsed the tenderness left from her orgasm. Need spiked into desperation and churned inside like an endless black hole. With every lick, she craved more. With every taste he demanded, she opened wider in offering.
Faithfully, she kept her eyes on the clock, willing the seconds to tick by faster. But if anything, time slowed down.
All sensation came into focus under the magnifying glass of endurance: his soft and searching tongue, their ragged breaths stolen between messy slurps, the strength and authority of his posture. Her gaze wandered to Adrian’s shoulders as they pressed apart her legs, powerfully skilled. His strong arms and hands pinned her in place, flexing as he countered her movements.
After several heavenly yet excruciating minutes, he turned to the side and kissed the inside of her thigh. She exhaled in relief at the merciful break and took in slow, deep breaths to steady her pulse.
His hands slid over the back of her calves, raising her legs as he trailed teasing kisses along her thighs and across her ass, mouth wet and warm. Then his finger pushed into her folds, and he opened her to lick and nibble on everything within reach. She shuddered in unbidden pleasure.
It wasn’t her need or want that flooded her veins, but his. His need. His want.
His love.
“Who do you come for?” he whispered against her ravished cunt, rubbing her g-spot.
“You, sir.” She gasped as he fucked into her pussy with a quick, deep thrust, and she couldn’t help but squirm around his fingers. “I come for you.”
“Who do you belong to?” His mouth traveled lower to rim her ass, stretching and branding her with his touch.
“You, sir. I belong to you.”
“Damn right.” He ran his teeth over her folds and followed with a gentle suckle that left her writhing. “ Every part of you belongs to me.” He pulled back the hood of her clit and gave it a long stroke with the flat of his tongue. “Every smile.” Lick. “Every laugh.” Lick. “Every fucking moan and every blessed tear you shed.” Lick. “Is.” Lick. “Mine.”
As he lapped at her, she spun closer and closer to the approaching orgasm. Her pussy contracted, squeezing his fingers as they probed deep inside. A quick glance at the clock revealed she had only a minute left. Sixty seconds.
Crumbling, she counted down in her head. Forty-four, forty-three, forty—
He blew cold air across her clit. Her mind shattered.
“Every thought is mine.”
She whimpered, eyes glued on the clock. His fingers stilled.
“I’m going to devour every single drop of your pleasure, sweetheart,” he warned.
“S-sir,” she panted. “Ten—”
The word barely left her mouth when his mouth touched her again and sucked.
The very laws of physics twisted and bent, pleasure shooting up her spine and infusing every cell in her body with a blinding, breathtaking, binding force. Gravity had no hold on them, her soul raised to an immortal plane where all that existed was the reward granted by her Sir.
Ecstasy stretched on and on, quivering and fusing and twisting until she gave one final, exhausted tremor. Adrian hummed with contentment between her legs, his voice muffled by her thighs. That’s when she realized she’d trapped him there, her legs frozen in a vice grip on his shoulders and her hands buried in his hair.
Forcing her limbs to let go, she sat up and bit back a satisfied, delirious smile. His molten eyes lifted, face coated in her nectar.
Then, his lips curled into a deadly smirk. She froze. “Did I say you could let go of the table?”
The next breath caught in her throat. “No, sir.”
He clicked his tongue, sliding into the dark persona she both loved and feared. A rush of adrenaline fused with the dopamine in her system, and she was wet and squirming all over again.
“Turn around. Bend over the table.” His words came out cold and authoritative.
Her body reacted as if he’d doused her in gasoline and held a match between his fingers. She gulped, dropping her feet to the floor and twisting to lower her torso to the hard surface. The wood pressed into her chest, hard and unyielding against her tender breasts. Tension skated across her skin, but he didn’t move to touch her.
“Spread your legs.”
She whimpered. Even though they both already knew what he’d see, sliding apart her legs revealed just how slick she’d become, how her own cum dripped down her swollen cunt as it ached for more.
“Wider.”
She grit her teeth to hold in the embarrassment of being so defenseless and stretched until her knees could no longer bend. He nudged her open with his foot to his satisfaction, making her rely completely on the table for balance.
“You still want to see how far I can push you?”
Her heart hammered like a jackknife. Helpless, exposed, and drenched, she pressed her face into the wood and bit back a moan. She felt drunk on desire, delirious for his domination.
“Yes, please, sir.”
His fist tangled in her hair and lifted her face, his erection grinding into her ass. Her scalp burned as her pussy sang. “Then, from this point on, say anything but your safe word, and I won’t let you come at all.”