I'm still stroking him. Faster, in fact. My heart's pounding and I feel like I can't catch my breath.
"I don't know and I don't care," he growls, "but I'd rather be here now, getting an angry handjob from you, than have an orgy with every single one of them. Is that fucking clear?"
My knees buckle, and he catches me, slamming me against his body. My hand and his cock are trapped there, immobile, and I feel him throbbing to the same insistent beat of my arousal.
"I don't care if you believe me or not, because it's true." He leans down and kisses me, savagely, not pulling away until I bite his lip. "Fuck," he hisses, touching the spot where I hurt him. "You want to play rough, baby girl?"
"Maybe." I bite my own lip, trying to hide a grin. I'm better than an orgy of models and heiresses. I don't think for a moment that he really meant it, but it's the hottest thing anybody's ever said to me, so right now, I really don't care.
"The safe word is red." He grabs me and spins me around, pulling me flush against him. Grinding into my ass. His hand slides down my front and stops between my legs, pushing my skirt out of way to cup me possessively. "Mine. Understand?"
I nod, and he nuzzles my neck, nibbling at my earlobe. I shudder at the sensation, circling my hips, rubbing against him while I push myself against his fingers. We both moan in unison, and his teeth scrape my shoulder.
"If any of those pretty boy model motherfuckers so much as touches you, I'll knock their god damn teeth out," he whispers. "And then I'll fuck you for hours until you remember that you're mine."
"Tempting," I gasp, as his fingers push my panties aside and quest deeper. "But I'd rather skip to step two and avoid the violence."
His other hand grabs my breasts, manhandling one and then the other, feeling my nipples desperately stiff like pebbles under my lacy bra. It does absolutely nothing to hide my reaction, and for once I'm grateful.
"That firefighter," he murmurs. "The one who was looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. Would it be like this with him?" He curls his fingers inside, and I cry out. "Would your body react like this for another man?"
"No," I whimper. "Please, Adrian … "
"Sir," he growls. "You will address me with the proper respect."
"Please, Sir." He's the only thing holding me upright now, as his thumb glides along my clit and suspends me on the edge. I don't even know what I'm asking him for, but he does.
"Come for me." His thumb moves in little circles, making it impossible not to obey.
Gasping and shuddering, I clench around his fingers. It's hard and quick, the intensity taking me completely by surprise.
"Mmm … thank you, Sir," I whisper, as he pulls his hand away. He turns me around to face him, his eyes black with arousal.
"Good girl." He's pressing the tip of his thumb against my mouth and I suck him in, eyes closing, laving him with my tongue. I taste myself on his skin, and it's electrifying. "Someone's finally learned the meaning of gratitude."
I look at him through hooded eyes. When he pulls this thumb away, I lick my lips in appreciation. "Let me show you how grateful I am," I purr.
"Oh, you want to thank me properly?" He smiles, dark and predatory. Even though his erection is still sticking out of his fly, he's undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to the ground. This should probably look silly, with his shirt and his damn jacket still on, but it really, really doesn't. "Beg to suck my cock."
Heart racing, I kneel at his feet. "Please, sir. Let me make you come with my mouth. I need to be reminded of who it belongs to."
He curses softly, grabbing my head and pulling me forward. "You were born to do this, you know that?"
I can't really argue. I've never felt this alive, every nerve zinging and sparking with excitement. Not just arousal, but adrenaline. I could be quoting directly from one of his books, but I'm not - my own imagination has taken over, my own desires and secret wants spilling from my lips. I might be on my knees, with half of my hair tangled in his unyielding grip, but this tastes like power.
I'm hungry for it. I want more, I want it all, now. It's like I'm possessed, my nails digging into the tight muscles of his ass while he thrusts shallowly into my mouth. What a sweetheart - remembering that I need to breathe. I would smirk, if my mouth wasn't full of his cock.
When he comes, hot and eager in my mouth, he hardly gives me any time to react before he's yanking me back to my feet. I rush to swallow, catching the last drips with my tongue, and he tosses me on the bed before shrugging off his jacket and pulling his shirt off over his head. Too much of a hassle to unbutton the whole thing, I suppose.
His legs are still trembling from the aftershocks, but he's got that hungry look in his eyes. One orgasm isn't enough to satisfy whatever lust I've inspired. He's completely naked now, and as good as he looks in suits, I'm pretty sure I prefer him this way.
From the floor, he retrieves his belt and his tie. My heartbeat quickens as I remember when he promised earlier. I'm still not sure exactly what it is, but I can't wait to find out.
It's strange. I'm still fully clothed, but I couldn't possibly feel any more vulnerable under his gaze. Adrian, on the other hand, radiates power like this. From the sculpted muscles of his chest, to the powerful lengths of sinew in his legs, to the half-hard cock swinging between them, there is absolutely nothing vulnerable about him.
"Hands above your head," he commands.
I do it, and he leans over me, his knee pressing into the mattress and into my ribs. I squirm a little while he wraps the belt around my wrists, fastening it with a long tail for easy grabbing.
"Move with me, and don't fight it," he murmurs. "Shoulders are delicate. If something hurts, safe word. Right away. Do you understand?"
I nod.
He uses the belt to pull me upright, and I follow his instructions, not letting too much of the pressure land on my shoulders. For a moment he just watches me, his eyes searching every part of me, like he's looking for something. I don't know what.
Finally, he drops my arms. They fall in front of me, the tail of the belt snapping against my thigh and making me wince. I'm glad he didn't decide to spank me with it, although I suppose the night is young.
Next, he picks up the tie, and wraps it around my eyes.
As soon as I'm bathed in darkness, I feel my arousal climb up a few notches higher. My breathing quickens, and I'm instinctively searching for other cues to tell me where he is. I think I can still feel the heat of his body, close, but I'm second-guessing myself.
"Spread your legs."
He's at least several feet away. I do what he asks, taking a wide stance, as much as the skirt allows. I hear a tiny rip, and I realize I've pushed things a little too far.
I jump when I feel his hands on my hips, very suddenly. From the sound of his breathing, he must be kneeling behind me. I feel something strange, cold metal, I think, sliding against my skin.
Snick.
The skirt, and my brand new panties, flutter away.
I gasp. "That was expensive!"
Seriously? That's all I can think of, at a time like this?
"I know." He's chuckling. "I paid for it, remember?"
His breath tickles me, brushing past the inside of my thigh. My whole body stiffens.
"If you're a good girl, I'll buy you ten more," he whispers, before I feel him kissing me deeply, right on my quivering pussy. I let out a keening moan, trying to figure out where the hell he is, what angle he's coming from. His hands clasp around my shins, helping me stay upright, and he's clearly in front of me now, but I don't know when that happened.
No one's ever actually kissed me like this, just as if he's kissing my mouth, except it couldn't be more different. His lips rub against sensitized flesh, his tongue sliding and exploring inside me. I'm trembling, once again utterly astonished at his ability to make such a simple, commonplace act feel totally unlike anything I've experienced before.
I'm shaking all over, and I don't know how long it's been, hours or minutes? Probably minutes. Maybe seconds. Hell if I know.
"Sir?" I whisper, urgently.
He makes a muffled noise, but he doesn't stop.
"Sir!" I whimper. "Please - I have to ask you something."
He pulls back, slowly, kissing my thigh as he does. "Yes, princess?"
My chest contracts painfully. Terms of endearment sound so good, coming from him. Even if they're a tiny bit sarcastic. I lick my lips, trying to find my voice again. "Do I have permission to come?"
I can hear him grin. "When I'm doing this? Always. Unless I tell you otherwise."
I let out a sigh of relief, but he doesn't immediately return to his task. "So you're close, hmm? Again?" He leans in close, nipping at the soft skin by the crease of my thigh. "It would be fun to tease you, like you teased me earlier. Do you know how long I spent talking myself down from that? I didn't want to jerk off. I wanted to save it for you. And I did, eventually. But I had to stroke it a few times. I had to. Even though I knew it would be almost impossible to stop, I couldn't help myself." He sighs. "But you're such a good girl, asking permission, it's not fair to make you wait any longer."