Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

11. Chapter 11

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B y the time we get to the resort, I’m exhausted from talking. Adrian put in a bit here and there, but when we get out of the car, I’m exhausted. Adrian grabs my bag, wraps his arm around my waist, and whispers in my ear.

“You were a good girl, Kitten. I’ll tell you all about me once we’re upstairs,” he promises.

“What do you mean?” I ask playfully. “You’re going to go along with whatever story I tell because I was nice enough to pick you up?”

“Emily,” he says in warning.

“And I didn’t even ask you to pay for gas, so you’re getting a whole weekend away for free with me on your arm. That means I own you,” I say, nearly kissing him.

A dark grumble vibrates in his chest as he drops his gaze, but I save myself by checking in and getting our room keys. The girl behind the counter gapes at Adrian, but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. His eyes are on me, with a very controlled level of threat.

It’s a miracle we make it to the room. When the door shuts and I hear our bags thud, I know I’m in trouble.

A squeal escapes me as Adrian presses me against the door with one arm held against my back. His hips cradle my ass, and he takes a deep breath as his lips brush my ear.

“Run that last statement by me again, Emily,” he orders.

“I own you,” I whisper. “Last time you had me how you wanted me, but I’m sober now and I’m in charge.”

“Are you?” he asks and grazes his teeth over my earlobe, licking across the shell. His free hand moves up my side, pushing my shirt up as I feel the tips of his fingers trail over my skin all the way to my breast. He runs his nose over my throat. “I think you still need to be punished.”

“I don’t think that I—”

He palms my breast and exhales over my skin. I shudder and roll my hips back against his. A little groan leaves my lips as he kisses and nips my throat. “Fuck.”

“You know more words than that,” he says, rolling his hips against my ass to show me how hard he is.

“Adrian, I’m supposed to meet my family for dinner and—”

“Then you'd better learn to behave quickly,” he says, backing me away from the door and leading me to the bed.

He sighs. “What to do with such a naughty little kitten?”

“Have you run out of ideas?” I goad.

He laughs softly and pushes me forward, bending me over the bed as he keeps my arms across my lower back. With a groan he jerks my hips up, and my shorts loosen enough for him to pull them down my legs, revealing my cheeky panties.

My lips part as I squirm in his grip. “Adrian?”

His hand comes down on my ass. I gasp and stop moving. Adrian hums as he flexes his fingers over my ass cheek, then squeezes it until I whine.

“How are you going to address me?” he asks.

I don’t answer but whimper when he lifts his hand. He swats my ass again, hard. I gasp. “Sir!”

“That’s right,” he agrees, tightening my panties until they slip between my pussy lips to rub my clit. I whimper and rub against it, desperate for friction as wetness pools between my legs, as heat trails over my skin.

Adrian spanks me again. “You don’t deserve any pleasure yet.”

As his fingers dig into my skin, he groans, “Tell me again, who owns who?”

A smile spreads on my face as I push my ass against his hand. “I own you.”

I flinch as his hand leaves me and comes back even faster. “Your ass is so pretty all red. I think I need to see more of it.”

Another slap, and another as my pussy weeps, my insides coil.

“I’ll make you remember who owns who.” He chuckles as he guides my panties down my ass until they rub between my thighs, soaked through. He releases my arm and palms my ass, spreading me open to get a better view. “Prove you can be good, Emily. Spread your legs for me.”

I obey immediately, my legs shaking, and his fingers dip between my legs. “You’re dripping.”

“Please, Sir. I’ll be a good girl,” I promise.

“Let’s revisit who owns who, then,” he says. When I don’t immediately answer, Adrian grabs my hair and turns my head to the side, forcing me to meet his hungry gaze. His green eyes dance with sadistic pleasure. “Do you own me?”

I fold, unable to wait any longer. “N–No, Sir,” I answer, wiggling my hips slightly.

His fingers brush my clit, and I moan. Adrian nods. “That’s right, because…?”

I don’t answer, and he swats my pussy. I gasp and nod. “Because I’m yours.”

“Yes, you are, Kitten. Such a shame I didn’t get to tell you all about me because I’ve been too busy punishing you,” he hums. “You don’t get to know how I taste right now. You don’t get to know what my tattoos mean, and…” He trails off as he rubs my clit in fast circles. “And you don’t get to come.”

My eyes widen. “Please!” I beg.

“Beg all you want. You were naughty, and now you have to pay the price,” he says before pulling his hand away and spanking me. “Remember, I know when you’re close.”

He keeps up with his teasing, rubbing my clit, thrusting his fingers inside me when I’m right on the edge, then switching back when I get too close. He keeps me on the edge, dangling there until he pulls his wet fingers away and pushes them against my lips.

“Open up,” he orders sharply.

My lips part, and I suck his fingers clean, tasting myself as he uses his fingers to fuck my mouth. Even the air on my pussy is driving me crazy, but when I try to close my legs, he gives a low warning sound and I make myself still.

“See, you can be good when you want to be. Try continuing that trend this weekend if you want to come,” he says.

I nod weakly, still sucking his fingers. He draws his hand back when I tease him with my tongue just the way he likes on his cock. He grips my chin and moves closer.

Adrian rubs his nose over mine, his lips so close as his eyes are fixed on mine. “When you sit down, you’re going to think of me. If you behave at dinner, we can talk about what happens tonight.”

I gulp. “You… you’re coming to dinner tonight?” I ask.

Adrian draws back with a cocky smile on his face and opens my suitcase. He looks at my vibrator without answering me. I watch him play with it before his eyes slide to me and he tosses it on the bed. He holds up my lingerie, examines it, then tosses it with my vibrator. My laptop he’s gentle with, but then he starts rifling through things.

“I already have a planned outfit for tonight! That’s for the wedding… no, no, the black one is for—”

He tosses a halter dress at me, a gorgeous olive-green dress that’s long enough that I can bend over without worrying and shows cleavage.

“Give me your panties,” he says.

“But I need—”

“You’re wearing this dress and nothing else to dinner,” Adrian decides. “And you’re not going to argue because you are mine .”

My eyes narrow and I turn around. I can feel his gaze stroke over my body as I take off my shirt and bra. With a soft glance over my shoulder, I pull on the dress and get ready.

Adrian does the same, but when it comes time to leave the room, I hesitate.

I lick over my bottom lip. “They can’t know you’re my professor.”

“I’m well aware of that,” he assures me.

“You can back out right now. You have no idea what you’re getting into, and if you don’t want to do this, I understand,” I say, still staring at the door. “You can just enjoy a vacation.”

“Open the door, Emily,” he says, lightly patting my ass.

I hiss between my teeth and give him a glare, but he pushes my now shiny, soft auburn hair behind my ear. He strokes my cheek. “I’ll be the perfect gentleman.”

“They’re going to eat you alive,” I whisper.

Adrian opens the door, we get into the elevator, and he wraps his hand around my throat, pushing me back against the elevator wall. “Three fucking weeks.”

“Sir, please, I—”

He kisses me, sucking my bottom lip, slipping his tongue between my lips and branding himself on me as his fingers squeeze my throat. He grinds against me, then draws back, his lips brushing against mine as we pant.

“Be sweet for me so we can both get what we need tonight, Kitten,” he orders.

I lick over my bottom lip as he backs away and straightens his button-up. I run my fingers through my hair and try to pretend nothing happened as we walk through the hotel and to the attached restaurant where my family is waiting.

I’m not sure if I’m more worried for Adrian or for me.