CHAPTER SIX #2
His other hand found her waist. Slid around to the small of her back, then lower. Over the curve of her arse. Down to her thigh. Kate stood still, letting him touch her. Her skin tingled in the wake of his fingers, nerve endings she’d forgotten she had waking up one by one.
She was aware of Daniel in the chair. Could feel him watching without looking. She wondered what his face looked like right now. Whether he was aroused. Whether he was afraid. Whether he was already regretting this.
She didn’t turn to check.
Adrian’s fingers traced back up her side. Hooked under the strap of her bra, slid it off her shoulder. His mouth found the curve of her neck. Kate shivered. Heat pooled low in her stomach.
“You’re trembling,” he said against her skin.
“Yes,” Kate said. It was all she could manage.
His hand moved to the back of her neck. Fingers curling into her hair. The grip firmed—not painful, but present. Unmistakable. He pulled gently, tilting her head back, her throat exposed.
Kate’s breath stuttered. Something in her chest loosened.
From behind her, his other hand slid up her waist. Under the band of her bra, from the top. His fingers found her nipple, circled it, squeezed.
Kate moaned. The sound surprised her—low, involuntary, coming from somewhere she didn’t control.
Adrian’s fingers tugged at the lace, pulling her breast partway free of the cup. Her nipple spilled over the edge, exposed. The air was cool against it.
He released her hair. Walked around to face her.
His eyes dropped to her chest—one breast half-out of her bra, the nipple hard and visible.
He reached for the other side. Did the same thing.
Tugged the lace down until both breasts were exposed, still cupped by the underwire but spilling over, presented.
Adrian smiled.
Kate watched him smile. Her body was making him smile. She was making another man happy by letting him play with her body. By standing here, half-undressed, letting him arrange her however he wanted.
Adrian’s eyes found hers. Held them. Without looking away, his hand came up to her breast. His fingers closed around her nipple. Pinched.
Kate gasped.
He didn’t release. Instead, he pulled—gently at first, then steadily upward. Kate rose onto her tiptoes, following the pressure, her eyes going wide. Adrian watched her face the whole time. Watched her respond to him.
The monitoring part of her brain—the part that was always watching, always assessing—went quiet. Not gone. But farther away. Like a voice in another room.
“On your knees,” Adrian said.
Kate began to lower herself. Her eyes dropped toward the floor.
“Look at me.”
She caught herself. Adjusted. Raised her eyes to his and held them as she sank down, her knees finding the rough carpet, her gaze never leaving his face.
Her breathing had quickened. She could hear it in the quiet room—shallow, fast. Her chest rising and falling, her exposed breasts moving with each breath.
Adrian looked down at her. Said nothing. Let the moment stretch.
In the chair by the window, Daniel shifted. Kate heard the creak of the cushion, the small intake of breath. She didn’t turn to look. But she knew. She could feel his attention on her like heat.
Her husband was watching her kneel for another man. And he was hard. She was certain of it.
“You look so beautiful like that,” Adrian said. “On your knees, tits out, knowing you’re about to get fucked by another man while your husband watches.”
Kate moaned.
The words. All of it. Having it described so plainly. Daniel had never called them tits—not once in twenty years. And the rest of it, laid out like that. What she was. What was about to happen. What she’d agreed to.
She had no decisions left to make. That was the thing. The thing she’d been chasing. She’d already said yes. Already knelt. Already let him arrange her body however he wanted. All that remained was to let him use her.
The monitoring voice in her head—the one that was always watching, always assessing—went silent.
Kate looked up at Adrian and waited.
Her eyes were locked on his. She watched him open his belt. Unbutton his trousers. She stared up at him, waiting to do whatever he wanted.
His erection appeared. He was big—bigger than Daniel, though not absurdly so. It stood in front of her face, inches away.
Adrian looked down at her. “You’re already salivating for it, aren’t you?”
Kate blinked. Realised her mouth was hanging open. She hadn’t even noticed. Her body had been preparing without her mind’s permission.
Adrian touched her head. Gently. His fingers cradled the back of her skull as he guided himself forward, into her waiting mouth.
Kate closed her lips around him. Tasted him. Salt and skin and something else. Someone else. Not Daniel. Not her husband.
Another man’s cock in her mouth. Her husband watching from three metres away.
She took him deeper.
Adrian started to move. Slow, shallow strokes. In and out. Kate kept her mouth slack, her jaw loose. Let him set the rhythm.
Her eyes stayed on his. She didn’t look away. Didn’t think about how she must look—a middle-aged woman on her knees in a hotel room, mouth open, letting a stranger fuck her face while her husband watched.
She didn’t think about anything at all.
Adrian pushed deeper. Kate felt him at the back of her throat. Her eyes watered. She didn’t pull away. Just accepted. Let him in.
He smiled down at her.
“It’s like you’re all vacant up there,” he said. “As soon as there’s a dick in your mouth.”
Kate heard the words from somewhere far away. Vacant. Yes. That was exactly it. The endless commentary, the monitoring, the voice that never stopped assessing—all of it had gone quiet. There was nothing left but this. His cock in her mouth. His hand on her head. Her knees on the rough carpet.
She was finally, finally empty.
Adrian pushed deeper. All the way to the back of her throat.
Kate noticed. Distantly. Like noticing the weather. It should have been a struggle—the gag reflex, the need to pull back, the instinct to resist. But the struggle didn’t come. She just … took it. Let him fill her throat. Let her eyes water without closing them.
Adrian started to move in a steady rhythm. Deep, then back. Deep again.
“Give a bit back,” he said.
Kate knew immediately what he meant. Her tongue pressed against the underside of him. She added suction, hollowing her cheeks. Working him as he moved.
Adrian moaned. A low, genuine sound.
Kate felt it in her chest. She’d made him do that. Her mouth. Her obedience.
“Even more beautiful with a cock in your mouth,” Adrian said. He was looking down at her, his hand still cradling the back of her head. “You were made for this.”
Kate’s eyes stayed locked on his. Tears running down her cheeks from the depth of him. Saliva on her chin. And somewhere, in the quiet distance where her thinking mind had retreated, she knew he was right.
Kate settled in. Her neck started working, finding the rhythm, meeting his thrusts. The cock was all that mattered. The weight of it on her tongue. The stretch of it in her throat. The taste, and the heat, and the steady, relentless pressure.
Adrian’s hand tightened in her hair. His grip shifted from cradling to controlling.
He started to fuck her face. Not gentle now. Not exploratory. Real thrusts, his hips snapping forward, using her mouth the way she’d wanted Daniel to use it. The way Daniel couldn’t.
Kate’s hands hung at her sides. She didn’t reach up to steady herself. Didn’t try to control the pace. Just knelt there, mouth open, and let him take what he wanted.
Wet sounds filled the room. Saliva dripping down her chin, onto her exposed breasts. Her breath coming in short gasps through her nose between thrusts.
From the chair, she heard Daniel shift again. A low sound—not quite a moan, but close.
He kept fucking her face. Kate lost track of time. There was only the rhythm, the fullness, the wet sounds, the ache in her jaw that she barely noticed. She didn’t know how long it had been—minutes, maybe longer—before he pulled out.
His cock glistened with her spit. Strings of it connecting her lips to him before breaking.
Adrian reached down. Gripped her chin. Wiped her own saliva across her cheek, her nose, her forehead. Smearing it deliberately.
“You’re a disgusting, slutty mess,” he said.
Kate looked over at Daniel.
She could only imagine what she looked like. Mascara running. Spit everywhere. Breasts spilling out of her bra. Kneeling on the floor like something used.
Daniel’s mouth was open. He was leaning forward in the chair, hands gripping the armrests. She knew without seeing that he was as hard as he’d ever been in his life.
“Get on the bed, slut,” Adrian said. “On your back. Pussy towards your husband.”
Kate rose. Her legs were unsteady. She climbed onto the bed, lay back, positioned herself the way he’d said. Her head near the edge closest to Adrian. Her spread legs facing Daniel.
Adrian reached down and pulled her knickers off. Tossed them aside.
“Play with yourself,” he said. “Let your husband see how wet you are from sucking cock.”
Kate’s hand moved between her legs. She was soaked. Her fingers slid through the wetness easily, and she heard herself make a sound—a whimper, small and desperate.
Daniel was staring. Right at her. Right at her fingers moving over herself.
Adrian walked around to where her head hung over the edge of the bed. He tilted her chin back. Guided himself into her mouth again.
From this angle, he slid deeper. Kate’s throat opened for him. Her hand kept moving between her legs. Her husband kept watching.
Kate kept playing with herself. She couldn’t stop. Her fingers moved through the slick wetness, circling, pressing, chasing something that was building fast.
Adrian’s hands found her breasts. Squeezed. He watched her hand move—watched it speed up, grow more desperate.
He pulled out of her mouth. Looked down at her, his hand gripping her face.
“You don’t come without permission anymore,” he said. “Your pussy belongs to whomever is fucking you. Do you understand?”