Adrien #5
She squints her eyes as if actually considering my question as a reasonable argument. We stare at each other, me waiting for her answer, her measuring it thoroughly, my desperate cock still under her mouth, poor thing waiting for her to decide.
“Good point,” she says at last. “But any violence must go through my consent first.”
I grin, because it’s way too funny how unhinged she really is and also because she just basically agreed to have kids with me.
“Agreed,” I nod humbly.
Then she continues the slow euphoric torture, taking me in her mouth, but not even to the half point. She’s edging me.
“Is that all?” I ask through the ragged breaths.
“Mhm,” she mumbles, her mouth stuffed with my twitching, bulging girth.
The way she silently hums while taking it in and the sound vibrates against it? Out of this world. The way she’s kneeling in front of me? Straight out of my purest dreams.
However, it’s still barely enough to make up for the little hostage situation she just created for me. And after already spending a generous portion of my day in captivity, I’ve decided I’m not exactly in the mood to stay the submissive one right now. Quite the opposite, actually.
So I manage to inconspicuously grab the belt and, with a lot of effort, quietly loosen it enough to free myself from the armrest of the seat. Those fucking cuffs are still painfully restrictive, but I’ll find a way to work around them.
As soon as I’m free, I grab her hair and to her surprise, push her down to take me deeper, stuffing her all the way to her throat. My head falls backwards with the wave of relief, but that’s not why I needed my hands free.
The second I feel her gagging, I fist her hair, gently guiding her up, and I use the moment she’s too busy fighting for air, to get down to her and turn her around.
“Hey,” she protests, startled.
Oh I love it.
I pull my arms over her from behind and unzip the tight fabric hugging her body, dragging the zipper all the way down to her navel.
The moment it opens, her breasts spill free and my patience evaporates instantly. To get the suit off her properly, I have to pull my cuffed arms back over her head first, then slide the whole thing down from behind, peeling it off her shoulders and all the way down to her hips.
Once the fabric bunches around her ass, I force her forward onto all fours, and since she has to hold herself up, I have a perfect chance for betrayal.
I grab one of her wrists and pull it behind her back, then the other.
“What—”
She struggles briefly, making it harder than necessary, but I manage to pin both of them there with one hand while my other hand fumbles with the belt.
Getting it under her forearms with the stupid cuffs in the way takes a second, but eventually I slide the leather underneath and pull it tight.
I thread it through the buckle and, since my hands are still half useless, I lean down and use my teeth to yank it even tighter.
Then I secure the loose end back through the buckle so it holds.
No way she’s getting out of that anytime soon.
“Bastard!” she protests, adorably outraged, when I finish my masterpiece.
I tug the belt lightly to pull her back toward me so I can lean in and speak right next to her ear.
“Now, this seems more fair,” I say, unable to hide the victorious smile. “I bet you’re soaking wet baby, I couldn’t let this pussy be left out.”
I pause and appreciate the setup I managed to put us in.
She’s kneeling in front of me, her arms beautifully tied down against her spine, the black jumpsuit slid all the way down under her thighs, her tempting ass only barely covered by thin black lacy lingerie.
I have to cover my mouth for a second to calm down.
“You have no idea how perfect you look right now.”
She lets out a soft, approving whimper, my favorite sound in the whole world.
I reach for her tied wrists and gently guide her forward, nudging her toward the seat in front of her. She follows the motion easily, lowering her torso onto the leather cushion, her ass perfectly perched for me right now.
I curl two fingers under the thin strap of lace covering her pussy, pushing it to the side, my knuckles already covered in her addictive slickness.
“Mmhm, I knew it,” I mumble at the sight and bring my knuckles to my mouth to lick it off, stars appearing behind my eyelids from the taste.
She squirms, her hair falling down from the seat and I can only imagine how her nipples hardened from the contact with the cold leather seat she’s lying on.
I glide the tip of my cock through the alluring, glistening mess she made so far, still taking my time, and unable to take my eyes off her ass.
“I need to claim your ass too,” I announce with a smirk and she immediately jerks her head up from the seat.
“Don’t you dare!” she panics. “Keep your monstrous dick away from my ass!”
“Hmm,” I spread her liquids up, subtly provoking it. “It’s not like you could stop me right now, is it?”
She tries to jerk up so I slam her back down just to give her a little scare before I let out the laugh I’m holding.
“I swear I’ll cut him off if you dare.”
That does it and I chuckle under my breath.
“Okay. We’ll revisit that topic later,” I finish the tease and ram into her pussy instead, burying myself inside her completely with the first thrust.
She cries out loud. Too loud.
I quickly pull my palms over her head and slam them over her mouth, muffling the cries as I keep thrusting, my forehead falling down on her nape.
She’s so tight that lasting longer than a few seconds should qualify as an Olympic endurance event.
Her body jerks as I keep on going, every thrust ripping an ounce of control off my morals. Sweat starts breaking on her back, thin glistening sheen as proof of how much her cells respond to me.
Stunning. Breathtaking. Mine.
I chase the traces of it on her spine, licking it off, then grazing my teeth on the sensitive spot on the top of her nape.
The muffled moans in my hands get higher, until they turn in softened helpless cries and her pussy starts throbbing inside, holding onto me, suffocating me in there.
I thrust even more, riding her orgasm out of her until she breaks and her body goes slack under me, then I hold it in with all the power I have left and push out of her, using the way she’s lying at my mercy to lick off her pussy.
Delicious.
When she’s utterly melted, I place a quick kiss on her asscheek, gently guiding her back onto her knees before standing up and stepping in front of her, giving her what she started earlier.
I tenderly grab her jaw. “Open baby.”
She does so and as soon as she takes me in, my tip hits the back of her throat and I break. She lets out a smothered little moan as I fill her throat.
“All in. Swallow. Every drop,” I say quietly and she gives me the lethal look from down there while she manages to swallow still with my dick inside.
My eyeballs roll to the back of my head and now I have to cover my own mouth too before I get hysterical.
She takes me out and also puts a quick kiss on him before she gives me a small smile, entirely flushed, her eyelids a little heavy the way they always get after.
I kick the button on the seat next to us to transfer into a lying position before I take her in and stand her up on her feet, while unbuckling the belt on her arms.
We both fall to the seat, cuddled so tight we are one, still half undressed, her skin pressed to mine.
“So,” I start in a low voice, our noses brushing against each other as we’re lying on our sides. “I agreed to all your terms.”
Her gaze clashes with mine and she smiles victoriously. “Mhm.”
“So you belong to me again,” I confirm, grazing her back with my fingers.
She just slowly nods, provoking.
“Use your words, Natalya.”
She starts grinning. “I belong to you again.”
“Good,” I say, relief spreading through my veins. “This time with finality.”
“It was always with finality, Adrien,” she assures me and the words hit me somewhere deep, as if that’s exactly what I needed to hear.
I pull her in tighter, pressing a kiss on her forehead.
“Wait,” she says, furrowing her brows as she looks at me. “Why are we still not flying?”
I shrug, just as confused. “Could you press this button?” I gesture to the armrest behind my back since I can’t reach it from here.
She leans over me and presses it. The button emits a faint click, connecting us to the cockpit.
“Why aren’t we flying yet?” I ask the pilot.
A short pause crackles through the cabin speaker. “We can’t take off until all safety conditions are met.”
I frown slightly, glancing at Natalya.
Then the pilot’s voice returns, drier this time. “We’re waiting for you.”
“For us?” I blink.
“Yes, sir.”
Then it hits me that we’re not wearing seatbelts.
“Oh fuck, sorry,” I blurt out, standing up and helping Nat get back into her clothes.
While I do that, my gaze drifts up and lands on a tiny black lens in the corner of the ceiling. Then another. And another. Cameras everywhere.
I pull the most innocent whoops expression imaginable while I bite down the chuckle, then her gaze follows mine.
“Oh, great,” she says lazily.