49. Adam

49

ADAM

T he sex Nat and I have in my bed is terrific: hot, intimate, intense.

But we’ve come here tonight for a specific reason—to push her boundaries and take the insane chemistry between us to the next level.

She’s already given me the greatest, most precious gift: her total trust. Now it’s my turn to give her a gift. Tonight, I intend to show her just how sweet complete trust and total submission can feel for her.

Tonight, I intend to show her another side of myself. A darker, more shadowy side, as well concealed as it is integral to the man I am, the needs I have.

There’s no doubt I’m falling hard for Nat. I’m unspeakably grateful for every part of our fledgling relationship. I want her on her terms, and I’ll do everything in my power to ensure she feels safe, cared for, when she’s with me.

But if she enjoys what I have in store for her tonight, if it unleashes some part of her that’s remained hidden even from herself until now, then God help my heart, because the sky is the limit for what she and I can share together .

We’ve prepped for this. Discussed my plans, her limits. She has a shiny new safe word, organza , that’s as feminine and delicate as my girlfriend. But when I close the door of the private room behind me with a soft thud, there’s no denying the intoxicating mix of apprehension and anticipation on her face.

‘Come here, beautiful,’ I say. My tone is a caress, but the command in my words is unmistakable.

She does as I ask, and I watch her like a tiger eyeing up its supper. She’s immaculate tonight. I know she felt self-conscious about joining us for drinks as my girlfriend, so I suspect it was a—wholly unnecessary—desire to make a good impression that had her pulling out all the stops, but God knows there’s another benefit to the way she looks, and that is that every single perfect detail makes me want to undo her all the more.

Her lips are scarlet, just like her dress. She must have touched up her lipstick when she went to the loo just now. Her hair is in a sleek ponytail, a segment of hair cleverly concealing the hair tie. She’s in sheer stockings and a pair of black patent Louboutin pumps that I insisted were more of a gift for me than for her when I bought them last weekend.

The dress itself is apparently one of her samples, and it’s fucking magnificent: a classy little fit-and-flare number with a round neck, capped sleeves, a nipped-in waist, and a short, flirty skirt that’ll flip up so fucking nicely when I have her on my knee.

Before I show her what we’re both capable of, I have another job for her. One that will remind her who’s boss tonight.

When she stops in front of me, I wind her ponytail around my hand and tilt her head so she’s looking up at me. There’s a small smile playing on her red lips. The way they curve has me licking mine in anticipation.

‘First things first.’ My voice is low. Even. I’m in control here without raising it a decibel. ‘Get on your knees and take my cock out. I want to see that pretty lipstick make an even prettier ring around it.’

I wait. Her eyes widen slightly, and I imagine it’s a departure for her, having me speak to her like this. I haven’t been this dispassionate since that first night in this same room, when I had the time of my life coaxing her into betraying every last one of her principles for the prize of my mouth on her cunt.

‘Of course, sir,’ she says, just as evenly, and I press my lips together to prevent a smile.

My perfect little Nat. God forbid I should forget what a worthy adversary she is when she’s riled.

Every single time.

She sinks to her knees gracefully, her palm brushing down the front of my shirt as she does. As she unzips my flies, she glances up. The sight of her upturned face, her huge doe eyes, her crimson lips, is so perfectly pleasing that I allow myself to strum her lower lip gently with my thumb. It’s so soft. So pillowy.

When she opens for me and slides those lips up the length of my fully hard cock, I practically pass out. Her mouth is fantastically, wickedly, wet. She drags it back down my length, her little tongue moving over my throbbing crown with the most decadent licks and a ring of scarlet branding my cock with her mark.

Quite right.

I close my hands over her ears and work her head up and down. I won’t be able to withstand the devilish skill of her mouth for long, but I can’t bring myself to pull away just yet. Instead, I stand, paralysed by desire, as I fuck her face. Her hands claw at my thighs, and the little noises she’s making at the back of her throat are winding me even higher.

Fuck it. I’ll make her get me off like this. It’ll take the edge off, allow me to prolong her pleasure before I’m sinking into her like a man crazed.

‘Hmm, make me come, sweetheart,’ I grit out, my fingers flexing on the sides of her head. ‘Show me what this sinful little mouth can do before you earn my hand on your arse and my fingers inside your pussy.’

The sound she makes around my cock is strangled and hungry, and fucking hell. She’s so damn good at this. She has a hand wrapped around my base as she laps at me, her saliva smoothing the fine, fine drags of her mouth up and down as she takes me in, over and over, like such a good girl.

‘You’re so good,’ I hiss. ‘So obedient. I’m going to fuck you so hard after I’ve spanked you. Just wait and see. You won’t be able to sit down for a week.’

My words have her moaning more loudly and working me harder, and I marvel at the miracle of having this exquisite woman on her knees for me as my arousal spirals around me. I’m at the centre of the most perfect storm, helpless against its force as it whips me into a state of utter frenzy. The heat shooting up my spine, searing my balls and cock as the latter hardens impossibly and I shudder my orgasm into Natalie’s warm, willing mouth.

I can barely stand. This is a full-body onslaught. It’s been building since I sat down with her and our friends next door, all too aware of those little white panties under that stunning scarlet dress. Of the silken skin of her arse waiting for my hands to mark it.

And now it’s her turn.