Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

18. Chapter 18

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A fter all my talk, I still end up lying naked in bed, staring at my vibrator. I’ve clearly gotten too used to someone doing the work for me if the thought of using it turns me off instead of turning me on. I start to believe I might have a problem, and it’s not Adrian, but he did cause it.

With his plays, his touches, I can’t get enough now. I want to drown in that high of letting it all go.

Just as I’m about to reach for it anyway, the door opens, then clicks shut. I hate the silence. My eyes focus in the dim light as Adrian takes off his shoes, then goes for his tie.

“You certainly know how to ruin a party, Emily.”

“Bridesmaid is eager for you,” I murmur. “I didn’t make you come back.”

“I wore this tie specifically to tie you up with, so don’t waste your bedroom eyes on a vibrator,” he snaps.

“One last fuck?” I guess, squirming deeper under the covers.

“One last night . We both know I don’t stop at one round with you. There are things we haven’t tried, things we haven’t done, and since you’ve pissed me off, you’re getting on your knees to show me you still want me.”

“I’m pretty comfortable here,” I argue.

He pauses, then finishes taking off his shirt. His eyes never leave me. “Are you?’

“Yes.”

“You don’t want me?”

“Even if I do…” I trail off. I don’t know what to say to him.

Am I supposed to say again that this is the last night even though I don’t want it to be? I don’t think I have the strength to deny him anymore.

Adrian gently strokes my cheek. “I will pull you from bed, but if you’re not in the mood, then there’s no point.”

“I’m in the mood whenever you start stripping, Adrian. I can’t come to your office hours even if I need help because I barely kept myself off my knees the one time I was in there with you. I kept expecting you to come up when I finally got myself in here, or when I was in the shower, when I came out,” I say before sucking my bottom lip and sitting up.

His eyes dip to my bare tits and his hand drops to cup one. He gently rubs his thumb over my nipple. I don’t want him gentle. Gentle will make this worse. “We’re going to have sex tonight because I don’t think it’s possible for us to not have sex. But you’re not allowed to be gentle with me.”

Adrian jerks the blanket off me. “Remember, you asked for this.”

I nod once.

“Get on your knees, brat.”

“Mad I gave you time to think?” I ask softly.

“I’m pissed that you left me alone,” he says, hauling me out of bed and putting me on my knees. “Where I knew no one. To be hit on, to be questioned, then ignored.”

I pant as I stare up at him. “No one could ignore you.”

“Only you seem to have a problem ignoring me,” he says as he whips his belt free from the loop with one sharp tug.

He undoes his slacks and his cock springs free, and my mouth waters for him.

“You didn’t have underwear, and neither did I. I’m not going to ask you to do something that I wouldn’t,” he says while gripping my hair and tugging me forward. “Take my cock. Be good for me.”

I lick over the head while watching him. My lips slip around the head as he watches. He nods once, and I suck as much of him as possible, going down almost to the base, then back up. I suck and almost close my eyes, but Adrian tugs my hair. “You keep your eyes on me while you take me.”

I obey, watching him as I gag on his cock, willingly choke on him. He thrusts into my throat again and again. When I try to ease up, he increases the pace, holding my head in place as he fucks my throat, taking over more and more, second by second, until all I can do is suck and lick as he moves over my tongue.

My eyes water, my face gets all kinds of hot, but I just keep taking him, unwilling to stop.

“Enough, kitten. I’m going to fuck you before you swallow for me,” he growls.

I shake my head with him in my mouth and keep going even when he stops. I’m not letting this opportunity slip by. He tries tugging my hair, but I let it hurt until he pushes me back, then holds me down. His hips glide between my thighs.

“Such a brat. I own you tonight,” he snarls, his hand sliding around my throat as he fills me. “Your only job is to please me.”

“I always do,” I sass. He fills me entirely and my back arches. “Fuck.”

“As if I don’t please you,” he snarls as he pulls me off the floor by my throat so I’m straddling him as he leans back. “Ride me, brat.”

I grip his shoulders, stroke over his pecs, then dig my claws into him as I start to move on his cock. My pace increases, needing to feel more than pleasure. Needing him to punish me, do something. And he does. His hands grip my hips and he lifts me up. He doesn’t let me come down as he holds me.

“Adrian,” I complain.

“We’re playing a game tonight, Kitten. We’re going to see how many times I can bring you to the edge without letting you fall over.”

My lips part, ready to argue, but he thrusts his hips up, slamming inside me, and a cry leaves me. His hold slackens as I pick my pace back up, climbing higher on the pleasure as his thumb grazes over my clit. My pussy clenches and my insides coil as I’m coming closer, close enough for him to stop and lift me again, keeping me away from what I want.

He grins at me as I groan. My brows tie together as I feel the building orgasm edge away.

I hate this game. Fucking hate it.

He glides me down again as his grin won’t falter. His thumb is on my clit again, and he grinds his hips against me as my anger won’t let me move. But as his cock is buried deep inside me, nudging against my G-spot, his thumb pressing on my clit, my orgasm rises again. I rest my hands on his inked chest, moving with him as I’m getting closer and closer, hoping he lets me finish this time.

My pleasure rises quickly, and my thighs shake, and he slows, stopping his teases again. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to come. I’m aching for him. And when he grabs my vibrator, I’m terrified.

“Please, Sir! I need to come. Please. I’m… I’m begging, I want—”

“I want to know how many limits I can push,” he says and adjusts me on the bed.

He lifts my ass high, forces my legs together between his, and guides me down so I’m resting on my shoulders, not even my elbows. I whimper and roll my hips, desperate to have him back inside me. We should both be coming constantly, coming until we can’t come anymore.

“Please!” I cry as my pussy spasms, and he glides his cock inside me.

The buzzing of my vibrator fills the silence between my moans until he rubs it over my ass. I gasp, and he thrusts deeper while rubbing my clit with his free hand. “You can take it. Take it for me. Be good for me, just me.”

“Yes,” I pant.

He spits on my ass and slips the toy in slowly, bit by bit, with each thrust until it’s buried inside me and I’m trembling. I’m so fucking close.

“Don’t stop!”

“Demanding little brat, you’re going to get what you ask for,” he snarls.

He moves his hips, slamming inside me with his cock and the toy until everything inside me breaks. My orgasm crashes through me as I wail, my core tightening as he continues his attack. My body goes limp, but Adrian doesn’t stop. He’ll never stop.

He thrusts deeper, harder, faster. “You’re going to be filled with my cum, coated in it, and taste me on your tongue even when the sun rises, Kitten. I’m not going to stop making you mine until you pass out on me.”

I groan and come again, completely lifeless. He follows, fucking me as my gasps and moans echo.

“Look at you, Kitten, right where you belong. Under me and with my cock inside you.” He grunts and stills, filling me up.

I shudder, then moan when I feel the toy still buzzing in my ass, the flared end keeping it secure.

“Adrian, the… Please… Out,” I pant.

He slides out of me and picks me up, carries me to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, then pulls me in with him. His lips press to mine, making up for every moment he didn’t kiss me while fucking.

His hands are rough when he kisses me softly and turn rougher when he bites me.

He pulls the toy out of my ass and turns off the shower, then spins me around before I can utter a word. His voice fills my ear. “I’m going to have your ass too.”

He works his thumb into me while his other hand palms my breast. “I’m having all of you, Kitten.”

My face presses against the cold tiles and my hands follow.

“And while I fuck you in the ass, you’re going to call me ‘Professor’ and nothing else. I want you to scream it,” he growls in my ear.

“Yes, Professor. All night,” I whisper.

“Good girl.”

He slides into my pussy, his fingers stretching my ass, and eases his cock out, then replaces his finger with it, with a slow thrust. My voice catches in my throat, but he fingers my pussy at the same time, calming the sparks of pain that echo through my body.

My eyes roll back, and I rock against him. “Professor.”

He thrusts harder. “Louder. You’re going to scream it.”