6. Adam

6

ADAM

‘ U ndress,’ I command, lounging against the closed door to the small but luxurious room. I fold my arms over my chest and watch as this attractive woman, whose name is almost certainly not Rose, obliges. She slips the thin straps off her shoulders and proceeds to shimmy sexily out of the dress. Her tits pop out first, luscious and pert, and then she’s sliding it over her hips and down her legs to reveal that she is, in fact, naked underneath.

‘Very nice. Do you have a safe word?’

‘Daisy, sir.’

Going all in with the floral theme tonight, I see. ‘Daisy. Got it. Say it if you need to, and I’ll stop immediately. Are you wet?’

She gives a little laugh. ‘You look like that and you’ve already told me what you’re planning on doing to me—what do you think, sir? ’

‘Show me. Go deep.’

Slowly, deliberately, she slides her hand down over her stomach and between her legs, widening her stance. She holds my gaze as she finger fucks herself, and I smile inwardly. What a little star. She’ll do very well for my purposes. Very well indeed.

‘Let me taste.’

She steps out of the dress pooled around her heels and approaches, holding up the fingers that were just buried in her cunt. I snag her wrist and dip my head so I can suck on them, taste their sweet, slippery coating.

She wasn’t lying.

‘You taste just as sweet as your name, Rose. Are there restraints in here?’

‘Of course, sir. Silk ties, ropes, cuffs, spreader bars…’ She trails off.

Hmm. What to use? I cock my head, taking her in as I consider. Creamy skin, perky nipples that are a lovely shade of pinky red. An immaculate strip of dark hair down her pubic bone. I’d fucking love to put her on a spreader another time, but honestly, I just want to shoot my load inside her body. I don’t have the emotional wherewithal to direct an entire scene tonight. I may come back another evening and spread her out for my enjoyment.

Assuming I don’t find myself blacklisted here, that is.

‘Grab me some rope,’ I decide.

I bind her wrists efficiently together in front of her, my cock rock-hard and straining as I knot the rope and test the binding. Satisfied with my handiwork, I nod.

Now the fun begins.

She’s not short, but even in her heels she’s at least half a head shorter than me. I’m not about to indulge in any extended form of foreplay, but there’s no harm in exploring my latest conquest a little, delaying my own gratification. She certainly looks alluring, standing there like a naughty Snow White, wearing nothing but a pair of heels and a length of rope, her bound arms pushing her tits together and her dark hair falling over creamy shoulders.

I run my palms up her arms, skating them over her shoulders and cupping her tits before I pinch both juicy little nipples hard. I suck in a breath through gritted teeth as I pinch, because the look on her face has me floored. She looks like she could come just from that. Her anguished moan tells me I’m not wrong.

I release them, and she visibly sags.

‘Your skin is very soft,’ I say, running my hands down the smooth satin of her back and cupping her arse. She has a lovely little arse. I raise a hand and give it a good slap to test it out. I don’t rub it. I may take pity on her a bit later, but for now I want it to smart.

She lets out a surprised yelp, and I pause to see if she intends to fall at the first hurdle, but she shakes her head. She’s all good.

‘Stand still for me,’ I tell her. ‘Don’t make a sound. I need to check that you really are a good girl.’

I allow myself a few minutes of exploration that’s as dispassionate as it is leisurely, stroking my hands over her body, grabbing handfuls of her arse cheeks again, kneading her tits. I nudge her hands out of the way and slide a couple of fingers between her legs, over her already swollen clit and along velvety wetness until I reach her cunt. She widens her stance and lets out a shuddery breath as I slide them inside her, but, like the good girl she is, doesn’t say a word.

Satisfied by what I find, I pull them out.

‘I want you on the very end of the bed, elbows and knees, legs as open as you can get them, facing the headboard so I can fuck you standing. The heels can stay on.’

Oh, yes. This is precisely what I need. A beautiful woman arranged on a bed for me, naked and bound and spread open, primed to do my bidding. I take my time, stoking the flames of my anticipation as much as hers, padding about the room as I slip off my loafers, turn down the music using the dial on the wall, and locate the condoms and the lube. She’s beautifully wet, but I’m big and I don’t plan on being gentle.

I unzip my trousers and push down the waistband of my boxer briefs to free my poor, weeping cock from its prison and sheath it. A couple of generous pumps of the lube bottle and I’m slathering myself in it, the strokes of my hand feeling indecently good. Then I’m stepping in behind her, still fully clothed. My nakedness is absolutely not necessary: the only skin on skin contact I require is my palm against her bare arse cheek.

She’s positioned exactly as I asked, bound wrists in front of her, elbows wide like she’s doing a plank, head bowed and dark hair falling over pale skin onto the black sheets. Her knees are on the bed, her heels hanging off. I fist my cock and slide it through her flesh, and she pushes back against me in a most gratifying manner.

‘Eager little thing, aren’t you?’ I murmur, and she lets out a laugh-groan of acknowledgement. I cut it off by raising my right hand and bringing it down hard on her arse cheek in a resounding slap, the sound of whose impact rings as roundly, as purely, through the quiet, still air of the room as I hoped.

Her entire body tenses, her skin blooming instantly pink where I slapped her. I give it a little rub and find her clit with the tip of my dick.

The carrot and the stick working in perfect unison.

I do it again on the other cheek, following up with a rub of my hand and a nudge of my dick. This time, she lets out a moan when I strike her. It’s low and guttural and hungry, and I find myself answering it with a sharp hiss as I drag my sheathed crown over her silken cunt.

We find our cadence, my slaps and her strangled cries a wonderful harmony of sensation and sound. My dick is throbbing and my head is clearing and my palms are smarting, fizzing headily with the pins and needles that only a good old-fashioned spanking can deliver.

When I can’t hold off any longer, when the drag of my flesh against hers is too fucking much and the temptation of her slick, ready cunt right there simply too great, I give her one last slap and thrust in. No matter how primed she is, it’s tight.

It always is.

I wedge myself halfway in and give her a moment to ready herself for the rest of me as I take in the sight of this pale-skinned, dark-haired woman on the bed for me, arse in the air and bound hands outstretched now, fingers tightly intertwined and knuckles whitening.

Try as I might, I can’t help but imagine she’s that girl, Natalie. Just for a moment. Just for a fleeting, blessed moment where she doesn’t hate me. Or maybe... maybe she does hate me, but she wants me more.

Fuck, that fantasy has my cock swelling impossibly, needing to drive forward. Natalie on all fours for me, despising me, despising herself , but needing so, so badly for me to fuck all that hatred and resentment and tension out of her that the power of her desire drives away every other emotion. Annihilates every other conflict.

Not that I’d allow her to stay like that for long.

I’d have to flip her over and get her on her back so I could enjoy the sweet look of surrender dawning on her beautiful, contemptuous face as she gave herself over to the inevitable .

‘I’m going again,’ I huff out. ‘You okay?’

‘God, yeah,’ she pants, giving me my green light.

And go I do. I push into that tight, hot space until I’m fully, gloriously in, and then I begin to move, my drives hard and rough and urgent. The astonishing pleasure of it drives any residual shame and self-loathing from my mind.

‘Rose’ is a palette cleanser. A fast fuck. A means to an end.

But the means is pretty fucking entertaining.

And the end, when it comes in an unstoppable tsunami of heat as the contractions of her orgasm milk my dick to its own glorious finale, is blessed oblivion.

Just as I intended.