16. 16 ADRIAN
16 ADRIAN
Her eyes blaze with desire so tangible I can almost taste it.
That haunted, hopeful expression on her face makes my cock so hard I could drill for oil.
She lifts her chin up as if daring me to take her, and that’s exactly what I do. I tangle my hand in her hair, pulling her to me, and slant my lips against hers, loving the feel of her lips.
I have never not wanted, needed this woman and tonight I’m going to drive home the point that I own her.
Since I saw her on that stage and then had her in that dressing room, Mckenna had been…weak.
But here, tonight? She’s all in, adding fire to the flame.
I groan at the taste of her, pure and sweet and all Mckenna, my taste buds craving her. The more I kiss her, the more I dominate her tongue with mine.
And because I can, I break off the kiss, still keeping my hand in her hair.
“Move, or I will drag you.”
She snickers but takes a step. Her hips drive against my hard cock. Tonight, I will treat her as if she is still my enemy, hostile ground to claim, but tomorrow, I will show her what it’s like being my queen.
“You like it rough, hellion? Why didn’t you say so earlier?” I speak the words against her ear as she tries to twist away from me. Still, with my hand fisted in her hair, I march her into the bedroom, pushing her onto the bed.
Her eyes are full of passion and rebellion, but she meets my gaze without blinking. “Yes, Sir.”
From my closet, I take out the implements I want to use on her, banging them together to raise her anticipation of what’s going to come. I want her to wonder.
“I want every hole of yours stuffed and filled. But I only have one cock.”
“You’re defective like that.”
The words catch me off guard, and I laugh. I want to touch her, to be soft with her, but I don’t want to let my guard down, not yet.
I want to ride this hate angst between us until the end so we can start fresh tomorrow.
“Watch it, hellion.” I press my fingers hard along her shoulder to her neck. She stiffens under my touch before leaning against me. “I expect obedience. We can bring your brat out another time, but this night is all about me claiming you, giving over to my stored anger. Tomorrow…”
I lean down and take her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking on it until she gasps. “Tomorrow, I want you to be mine, finally. But I won’t force you into something you don’t want. If you’re mine, Mckenna, you’ll come to me of your own volition. You know what I offer, but you know what I demand in return.”
She inhales sharply and shudders with excitement or anticipation. I’m not sure which, but I like the sight of her like this, laid out before me.
Mckenna watched her mother be the perfect wife in high society, and I wonder if she thinks that life is for her or not.
“To clarify,” I pull her hair so she jerks her head up even higher, exposing the slender column of her throat. “You will be encouraged and expected to pursue your own interests. I want you to be a vet, Mckenna. I want you to spend the days with your horses. But you better be on your knees when I get home. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her chest rises and falls, goose flesh dots her skin.
“After what I do to you tonight, you might not want that. Maybe you can’t get over the past.” I drop her hair and reach for one of the toys I brought out of the closet. “Maybe you think what I demand is too much. That’s for you to decide. Turn and spread those legs for me.”
She does, so her head is against the headboard. She brings her heels up to her butt, giving me the view I wanted.
Her pussy is glistening, still wet with juice, but I lube the dildo. It’s made to feel similar to skin and warm to the touch. The hotter Mckenna gets, the more she’ll feel this dildo. I toss it on the bed beside her.
“Pick up the dildo and fuck yourself with it. While I watch, hellion.”
She gasps in a breath and stares at me. I hum softly, dragging a chair over to the end of the bed.
I want her to feel my eyes on every part of her skin while she performs for me. I want to make her feel objectified. “Your pussy is so pretty. Show me how it likes to be used.”
She whimpers, her hips jerk off the bed.
“Did you hear me, hellion?”
“Yes, Sir,” her fingers pick up the dildo cautiously as if she’s never touched one before.
“It’s such a greedy hole, already wet and begging for attention. Give it what it wants, Mckenna.”
Her stomach muscles clench, and a ripple of tension sails through her body, but she brings the dildo to her entrance. “Oh! I…this is…” she licks her lips.
“Push it in, hellion. Don’t make me do it, you greedy slut.”
Her eyes fly open, and I sit back in the chair, totally at ease.
Her fingers tremble as she pushes the slender dildo into her entrance, and it disappears to the base.
“Keep going, hellion. Fuck yourself on it, long and hard and fast. Now,” I slap her thigh. It makes her jump, and she grasps the base of the dildo, slides it out of her heat, and back in.
“Oh! It’s so warm.”
Her fingers encircle the fake dick and I grind my molars, wishing it was my cock she was holding like that. “It gets warmer the more you touch it. Come on, give it to your pussy. What are you doing right now?”
“Cursing you in my head!” She whimpers as she rocks.
“You’re obeying me. By fucking yourself on that dildo. Who told you to do that, you needy slut?”
“You did, Sir,” her voice is so soft I can barely hear the words. Her head tilts back against the headboard, giving me her neck.
“Touch your clit. It’s so swollen it’s begging to be touched.”
The pink flush that crawls up her cleavage to her neck is divine. The way she tries to keep her body restrained is making me wild.
I want to go over there and shake her, but I want this from her, this forced submission, and dammit, she’s going to give it to me.
“More, Mckenna. You’re going too slow. You’ve stopped sliding the dildo in and out of your hole, and your fingers are barely touching your clit.”
“It’s sensitive.”
“Sensitive and hungry and swollen, yes. Play with it. Show me how needy and submissive you are. Fuck yourself harder, Mckenna,” I put as much steely command in my voice as I could and shift, adjusting my hardening cock.
Her fingers move from her labia to her clit. She slumps against the pillow as she touches her swollen bud, the pleasure so intense it’s edging on pain. Like she has all the time in the world. She’s dragging the dildo in and out.
“I said harder. Now. Don’t make me do it for you. You won’t like it.”
“Yes Sir!” Her motion increases; she bites down hard on her lip, and the dildo is shiny with her juices; her hand slides off the base as she grabs it.
“Hellion, look at me.”
A startled cry rips from her throat. She twists away as if she can escape me.
I stand and take a half step near the bed.
“Look. At. Me.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Look at me, Mckenna or safeword.”
I wait, wondering what she is going to choose. If she safewords, it ends between us, and the angst won’t have its resolution.
She also won’t get any orgasms. If she submits to me, that’ll tell me a lot, but I try to play it casually, like I don’t know which option she chooses.
Her lips quiver and I want to soothe her by putting a hand on her cheek, but I shove my hands in my pockets to keep from going over there.
When her eyes open, her green orbs find mine, blazing with desire, a smudge of fear, and a bit of hate.
It’s a sizzling look that has my cock pulsing against the zipper of my pants.
“Good girl.” I can’t help but praise her.
But that seems to motivate her because she’s grabbing the dildo, and she’s jamming it into her hole, in and out, in and out.
Her moans are guttural. Her noises are so loud that the room vibrates. I can’t get enough. I want more from her.
“You are so desperate you’re fucking yourself on a fake cock. To think of all the times you could have had my cock, and you refused. Now you’re a greedy slut who is under my control and is fucking yourself on the dildo because I told you to. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Who is a greedy slut?”
She hisses in a breath, her thumb circles her clit. “I am, Sir.”
“Yes, you are. If you can make yourself come, do it now. Or you’re going to have to until I’m satisfied and your other holes are stuffed.”
Mckenna thrashes against the pillows. The fake cock slides into her opening, and she closes her legs.
“Keep those legs open. I want to see that greedy pussy being filled. I want to see you as you fuck yourself hard on that dildo. Give me what I want, Mckenna.”
“Sir! I hate you!” She throws out the words, but her fingers rub her clit, her other hand jerking the dildo in and out of her opening.
This is torture for her; I know that by how the sweat breaks on her brow, how she stares at me, but her eyes are to the left of my nose, not quite meeting mine, the breathy little sounds she’s making my blood surge with a fresh wave of want for her.
But this is also sweet torture for myself.
All I want to do is touch her, hold her to me, and say soothing things, but I’m not going to do that, not until she meets my request.
“Let me see you thrust on that dildo, Mckenna. How does it feel in your cunt?”
“It feels…warm and hard and,” she grits out. Her pussy juices cover her fingers. Her fingers fall off the base for a half second before she grabs hold, her other hand stopping on her clit.
“Keep touching that clit. Why does it feel awful?”
“I’m so sensitive! It hurts.”
“Give that swollen clit more. Hurt for me.”
She throws her head back, her fingers dancing in a circle to her hood.
“It feels…awful…because...it’s not your cock, Sir!” She moans out the words, her eyes close, and she heaves with the force of the orgasm crashing through her.
I lean down and grip her leg before it can close.
Her hands lay against her opening, the dildo in front of her pussy now discarded. She’s shuddering, gasping as her eyes close tight.
I can’t help it. I kneel on the bed.
“Good girl, Mckenna.” I brush her sweat drenched hair off her forehead and slide my knuckles against her cheek.
Her green eyes open, they are glassy like emeralds, wet with the sheen of tears.
“That…that was so much.”
“We’re not done yet, but stay here.” I take the dildo from the bed and rinse it off in the washroom. Then I take a warm washcloth and a towel.
Mckenna has part of the bedspread around her legs.
“Cold?”
“A little.”
I move the bedspread from her legs and gently run the washcloth along her legs, patting her clit as I wipe her down.
“Thank you,” her tone is so sorrowful it pulls my heart open.
“You’re welcome.” I return the washcloth to the bathroom. “I don’t have staff in this house right now.”
Mckenna’s lips press together in a smirk. I twirl a piece of her hair around my fingers. “I can make a sandwich.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“But you thought about it.”
Mckenna laughs, and as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her hand covers mine. It’s an intimate gesture, strangely more intimate than anything we’ve done this weekend so far.
“Yes, but I remember my mother teaching you how to make food.”
“We were never allowed in the kitchen. Especially not Ava.”
“It’s amazing that your parents wouldn’t let her have a knife, but they had no problem with her being around equines.”
This is sweet and light between us, a welcome relief from the tension. I bring her hand to my mouth, and I kiss it. “I can’t tell you why my parents made the decisions they did, just like you can’t why yours made their choices.”
She stiffens, but I cover the back of her hand with kisses. “I’m not done stuffing your holes, hellion. Lube that dildo back up and hold it in your pussy. I want your mouth stuffed with my cock.”
I stand, pull a bit gag from where I had it in the nightstand drawer, along with a glass butt plug, and gesture to her to kneel.
She does, moving slowly, and I unzip my pants.
“Yes, Sir." She crawls to me.
The sight of her in this sweet submission is breathtaking.
“Gorgeous. You’re so damn gorgeous, Mckenna.”
My hands roam down her back to the cleft between her ass. I draw a lazy circle as her warm palm makes contact with my cock.
“Wait.” I grit out the word.
Reaching for the lube and the plug, I lube it up, then slide it down, resting it against Mckenna’s ass.
“Spread your ass cheeks for me, hellion.”
She drops my cock with a half pout, and without another word, as if she’s been my submissive all of her life, she reaches back and grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them to her puckered entrance. My cock throbs but I want to make her suffer a little more and that’s worth me waiting to slam my cock into her wet heat a little longer.
“Gorgeous,” I can’t help the word, but the way she shudders makes me want to give her more.
“Be a good girl. Take this plug for me, hellion.”