The fire and the fight return, and she glares up at me as my shirt falls to the bed. Her eyes drop to my stomach and herpupils dilate as she catches my ripped abdomen and she wants to submit again.
“Let me make you feel good,” I rasp, surprised by the throaty timbre of my tone. “I’m going to make you feel so, so good, baby.”
She whimpers and I smirk, slowly lowering my head until our faces are millimeters apart. Her breathing’s rapid and every breath blows hot air onto my lips, stoking the fire that’s turning into an inferno inside me.
I shush her and she bites her lip, nervous, as her gaze alternates between my eyes and my lips. She wants this—wants me—and it’s simply a question of how long I have to wait until she accepts that fact. Her teeth roll over her lips as she moistens them and she’s on the verge of breaking.
Adriana’s resistance is cracking, and it’s about to shatter.
Her body knows it wants mine and the gentle arch of her back as she tries to bring her tits closer to my chest hasn’t escaped my notice.
I’m on the verge of getting what I want and the excitement is a fucking maelstrom of pleasure.
My lips nudge closer and hers rise to meet mine. We’re so close it’s fucking painful, and all she has to do is move a little bit more. I want her to know she wanted this, wanted me, and realize that I didn’t just take her.
I’ll be as rough as needed, but I want Adriana to know it wasn’t just me. Whatever we do, however dark and depraved the things I explore with her are, I want her to understand she’s enjoying them. Even when she’s in pain or scared or the degradation hurts like a goddamn bitch.
It’s better that way.
More satisfying.
When the submissive craves the pain and the dominant feeds off it. Even amidst their confusion, there’s beauty when the submissive suffers. It’s exquisite and I want it. I fucking want it all from her and I’m damn well going to take it.
Adriana’s lips meet mine and the kiss is soft, tentative. She’s caved and she’s afraid, but she’s excited too. Her lips are like velvet and she increases the pressure, signaling that she’s ready for me to take control.
I don’t need to be asked twice.
My mouth presses onto hers as I push her down onto the bed, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She gasps and I don’t give a fuck, playing in her mouth as I claim every fucking inch of it as mine. She’s mine to taste, mine to kiss, mine to fuck, and the beautiful, confused girl underneath is about to experience a world of pleasure that she’ll only know from me.
Her back arches and my hands move down her body, groping at her curves and angles. I knead her breasts, finally playing with her glorious tits, and the girl moans into my mouth.
My girl.
Adriana’s accepting her place and her inhibitions are easing. She’s relaxing and beginning to understand that she doesn’t have to be afraid. Not of this. Not when I’m like this.
It’s progress—and she deserves a reward.
I tear her top off, and she gasps as she writhes, clawing against me. She’s asking for me instead of fighting me, and it’s only when I yank her bra off that her confidence falters.
“Such a good girl,” I breathe against her chest, sucking and kissing the space between her tits. “Isn’t it better when you behave?”
Adriana half moans, half gasps and I fucking love it.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
I move my mouth over her breast and she pants. I’m sure she’s never been touched like this before and I’m going to fucking defile her sweet, innocent body. She moans as I suck her nipple into my mouth, enjoying the sensation as I flick my tongue across her before I undo her jeans.
My fingers grab her jeans and yank them down, barely waiting before they dive under her lace underwear. She’s dripping wet and as I slide my fingers over her, she bucks her hips against me.
My teeth bite down, and she screams, arching away from me. My thumb finds her clit, and she screams again, experiencing a kind of pleasure she hasn’t known before.
“Stay still for me,” I moan. “I’ll make it hurt if you don’t.”
Adriana trembles and my fingers play with her clit. She’s dripping onto my hand, trying not to move as the pain of my bite lingers. My fucking perfect girl is losing the battle and when I circle her clit it’s too much for her and she writhes, arching her back as she cries in pleasure.
I bite her breast again, making damn sure I scrape my teeth over her nipple. She cries out again and I hold her down, spreading her thighs further apart with my knees.
“You get rewarded when you’re good. Tongue or fingers, baby?”
