“Mmm…”
“That’s not an answer.”
I shake my head.
“Use your words.” His voice, although low, is firm and controlled with no room to be disobeyed.
“N-no.”
He twists again, more forcefully this time, as if he’s planning to break the skin, and I release an anguished cry mixed with a moan. “I said not to lie to me. Another strike and I’ll have to deal with your disobedience.”
“Yes, yes…ahhh…” I whimper when he massages the aching nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
His message is clear. If I obey him, I’ll be rewarded. If I don’t, he’ll make sure I suffer.
He continues twisting and pinching my nipples, then runs the pad of his thumb over the tips as if soothing them, giving them a slight reprieve before he goes back to torturing them again.
I’m so stimulated that I think I’ll orgasm with just nipple play. It’d be a first, and for some reason, I believe he’d be able to do it. My core throbs with bursts of arousal that match the rhythm of his fingers. Sometimes hard and fast, other times slow and agonizing.
He releases my left breast and it aches, tingling with the loss of his fingers.
Adrian lifts the leotard up to my stomach, tracing his fingers along my belly. I flinch, a whole body shiver going through me.
“Are you always this sensitive?”
I purse my lips and he flattens his palm on my stomach, pinching my nipple hard. “Ahh…that hurts.”
“Then it’d be best to answer me when I ask a question.”
“No,” I whisper.
A feral gleam takes refuge in his stormy gray eyes. “No one’s touched you properly to make you sensitive?”
“I’m not a virgin…ahhh…” I moan when he runs the tip of his thumb over the aching peak.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” His tone hardens and so does his touch, as if his mood has soured. “If I wanted to know about the loser who tore through your cunt and soaked his dick with your virginal blood, I would’ve found out and taught him how to truly touch you. Though I’d probably kill him soon after since…well, you know how I feel about witnesses. So tell me, Lia, has anyone touched you properly before? Has anyone pushed your buttons the way you wish?”
I’m shivering and flat out trembling, both at the threat behind his words and the calm in them. My thighs rub against each other due to the unfathomable effect he’s having on me.
When I speak, my voice is barely audible through my moan, “No.”
“But you wished for it, didn’t you? When they were handling you gently like a porcelain doll, you wished for the roughness, for the sting of pain.”
I shake my head violently against the pillow, mortification eating at my insides.
He pinches my nipple hard enough to elicit a whimper of pain. “What did I say about lying to me?”
“I’m not sick like you,” I manage between throaty sounds.
“Oh, but you are.” He trails his hand downward and cups my most intimate part. “Mmm. You’re soaked, Lenochka.”
Heat rises to my ears and I turn my head, trying to hide my face and my utter shame in the pillow.
“Look at me.”
I don’t, refusing to let him see parts of me he has no business seeing.
Adrian twists my nipple at the same time as he runs two fingers through my folds. “I said, look at me.”
The pure authority in his tone, coupled with the pleasure and pain, make me peek at him, lips parted in a wordless cry—or a scream. I have no clue which sound will come out if I let it loose.
“You don’t hide from me when I’m touching you, Lia.”
“I’m not…ahhh…” My voice ends on a whimper-moan when he shoves those two fingers inside me.
“Don’t finish that lie.”
“Mmm…” My back arches off the bed at the sensation of being filled by him. It’s been a long time since I was touched this intimately. Though I’m not simply being touched now; I’m being completely and utterly owned. Just like when he kissed me, Adrian holds me to him by an invisible thread. He’s pulling on it, tugging and dragging me to his side as if I’m a marionette doll.
“You’re so fucking tight. Do you feel your walls clenching around my fingers?”
I want to look away from the controlled lust shining in his eyes, but I can’t. And it’s not only because of his command. Something in me unlocked when his fingers went inside me. It’s feral and harsh and out of control. It’s as unforgiving as the marionette strings pulling me along with no clear direction or landing site.
I’m falling into that web; I can feel the strings digging into my skin, sinking deep with each of his merciless pounds.
He thrusts into me and I moan. He pinches my nipple and I gasp.
The rhythm is overwhelming, savage, but not messy. It’s measured and with clear intent. Just like everything about Adrian.
He twists my nipples over and over again as he powers into my pussy. The heel of his palm slaps against my clit with every move and I see white stars.
“Do you hear your arousal, Lenochka? Do you hear how much you crave this? How your body is coming undone?” He rams his fingers in a few more times, as if driving the point home. I should be ashamed by the sound of my pleasure, the sound of his palm hitting my clit at an increasing pace.
But I rise to it. My back pushes off the mattress, meeting his fingers on my nipples and inside me.
My heart is nearly breaking out of my skin to match his rhythm, to somehow be equal in this fucked-up situation.
Somewhere in my brain, I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn’t be trying to reach that peak, but that part is buried too deep to float to the surface.
Adrian rubs the heel of his palm against my clit while twisting my nipple and curling his fingers inside my tight walls.
The triple assault undoes me.
I cry out as I embrace the fall. I don’t shy away from it as I let my voice express the ecstasy hitting me from all possible directions.
“Ahhh…I’m…I’m…ahhh!” My mouth remains open as a halo submerges me and transports me in an out-of-body experience. It’s like I’m flying through the roof and watching myself tremble in Adrian’s hold. His fingers are inside me, all over me, and I raise my hips so I can ride the wave.
Ride him.
I think I’ll remain suspended like this for eternity. Maybe I’ve died and my soul is looking down at my body. The body that’s caught in a web with no way out.
But Adrian wrenches me back to the land of the living when he pulls his fingers from me and places them at my mouth.
“Suck them clean.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me.”
“But— Mmm…” My words are interrupted when he shoves his fingers inside my mouth. The same fingers that were just in me. The same fingers that he brought me pleasure with.
My face burns with shame. Not only at tasting myself but also at how much of my arousal there is. How much I let go when it should’ve been the last thing I’d do in his company.
“Move your tongue, Lia.” His tone is tender but with a firm edge meant to be obeyed.
I lap at his fingers, my face burning and my thighs clenching. The orgasm I just had doesn’t seem to have finished. It rises to the surface, probing and holding on to the belief that there will be something else. Something more intense. Something that will keep me in that suspended halo longer.