Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

24. Chapter 24

twenty-four

“ A fter dinner, I’ll take care of you, Kitten,” he promises. “I’ve never left you disappointed, have I?”

My eyes narrow as I huff. “There’s a first time for everything, apparently.”

He arches one perfect eyebrow, then shoves his fingers inside me. “When your food is burnt, remember what you asked for.”

He pumps roughly. My legs shake, tightening around his arm as he drives me to the edge, harsh and without remorse as a punishment for not listening.

As a scream threatens to fall, he leans closer, biting my bottom lip to shut me up, and drags me into a kiss that’s as intense and demanding as his fingers are. My hips rock against him until I grab at his shirt despite my wrists still being bound.

I bite his chest when I come, digging my teeth in to quiet my yell like we’ll get caught if I don’t. Adrian groans and taps my G-spot through my orgasm, dragging it out until my legs are about to give out.

When he draws his hand back, he licks his fingers with a grin plastered on his face.

Holding up my wrists, I pant. “Release me?”

“I would have, but now I need to take care of our food,” he taunts, taking his time to plate everything. I lift the belt to my lips to try and free myself, but Adrian frees me and kisses me gently. “No hurting your teeth. You have a full meal to eat.”

We have dinner, talk about school, then, when he refills my glass, he holds up a finger. I shrug, take a sip, and wait for him to return. He brings over his laptop and pulls up a video of a fireplace. I laugh and shake my head.

“Really?”

“You were very specific about a fireplace,” he teases.

“And you made me a steak, salad, and shrimp just to prove you can cook?” I tease back.

He rests his chin on the back of his hand. “You’re twenty and clearly haven’t had anyone create high standards for you. I aim to change that.”

“Ah, just proving a point to one-up the frat boys,” I joke while rubbing my foot against his.

He rolls his eyes, then runs his fingers over the back of my hand. “You’re a rare woman, Emily. Someone who knows what they want and takes it. You’ve spat in the face of what your parents want and expect to pursue your own path, but you’re still submissive once you’re convinced to be.”

“So, a brat?” I laugh.

“You are, but you use it well,” he says.

A blush brightens my cheeks and Adrian chuckles. “Take what you want, Emily. I’ve done the same.”

“I will,” I say and graze my fingers over his chest. “Why so many tattoos?” I ask, changing the subject as his eyes stare down into my soul.

He shrugs. “I’ve told you about the meaningful ones at this point,” he answers. “The rest are just to appreciate art.”

“Very Oscar Wilde of you—appreciating art for art’s sake.”

Adrian grins. “We should take this to the couch.”

“Well, I don’t know if you can move the fireplace,” I sass as I stand and adjust my skirt to show the thong in the back of my lingerie.

Adrian groans. “I’ll find a way.”

We laugh and tease each other on the couch until Adrian pulls my legs over his and rubs along my calf. I groan as he starts to massage me. “Adrian…”

“Feel good, Kitten?”

“After all your big talk before dinner, I didn’t expect you to be gentle.”

“We’re doing some of the aftercare first,” he hums, then jerks my legs toward him before folding my legs so my knees are back by my tits, just like he did at the hotel. He licks his lips. “I’d love to tie you up just like this. With your hands on your ankles, open for me to enjoy.”

“Oh, because you can’t handle it when my hands get involved? Not strong enough, Professor?” I ask in a sassy, sarcastic voice.

His eyes switch from soft and warm to intense and sharp in one go.

“I hope you don’t like this dress,” he says simply.

My mouth opens and closes before he grabs the thin, knitted fabric and rips it down the front. I gasp. He makes a pleased sound, then kisses me hungrily, devouring every moan I try to give him as he rips and pulls at my lingerie until I’m naked on his couch.

He climbs on top of me to hold my wrists above my head as he keeps kissing me. Just as I really get into his kisses, the way his body is moving on mine, he starts kissing down my body, telling me how tempting my cleavage is every day in class, how good I feel.

All I can do is moan, occasionally beg him for more until he reaches between us. “I don’t think you want my cock, Kitten.”

“I do,” I whine. “Please, I want it. Please, Sir. I need your cock. I’ve been aching for it since we had fun in your car. I need you to fuck me!”

He groans as his knuckle brushes over my clit. I know he’s undoing his pants, but I also know he’s teasing me, and I can’t take it. I arch, trying to rub myself against him. He chuckles. “You’re always the most submissive when I make you wait.”

“Please!” I complain. “I’m so wet for you, so empty.”

“And it’s my job to fill you, Kitten. Let me take my time.”

His taking his time is a special torture. It means that he keeps teasing me with almost coming, almost touches, things that drive me insane until he pulls my ankles over his shoulders, then fills me in one sure thrust.

I nearly come on the spot. I moan for him as my pussy stretches to take every thick inch of him. He groans and folds me over so our chests almost brush. He whispers against my lips, “I love how you take me, brat.”

He holds my legs in place and thrusts at a slow, even pace. I whimper and squirm, needing him faster and harder.

Adrian groans. “You take me so well, Kitten. I’ll make you come. Let yourself enjoy it.”

“More!”

“Don’t be greedy,” he chides and flips me, bending me over the arm rest so I can nearly touch the floor, then wraps my thighs around his hips as he rams into me again and again. He thrusts his fingers into my ass, making me yell for him.

“Good girl. I know you want me here too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, my ass is yours.”

“So is this perfect pussy and that amazing mouth,” he growls.

“Yes! Yes!”

My core tightens and my orgasm crashes through me. Panting, he pulls out and fills my ass.

I scream for him as my body doesn’t come down from this high and continues to spasm as another orgasm breaks me.

“Fuck, Kitten, look at you. Broken by me.” He groans and stills, his cock twitching as spurts of cum fill me.

I nearly slump to the floor, but Adrian pulls me into his arms, bundles me against his chest, and carries me to his bed.

“Back to where it all started.”

“Yes,” I agree softly.

“You have plans every weekend now,” he says while dropping me onto his bed and flipping me over so I’m looking at him. “You’re going to think about that while I clean up, then I’m going to fill your pussy with cum, fill your mouth with cum, and see how you feel knowing I’ve claimed all your holes, fucked them all, and filled them all.”

I grin and bite my lip as he looks me over. I spread my legs wider. “I don’t think you’re close to done with me.”

“Damn right,” he agrees.

He pats my side, and then I hear him clean up. I rest my eyes a little, smiling to myself. Biting my bottom lip, I adjust so my pussy faces the doorway to the bathroom, then I start fingering myself. I take my time, being as gentle as Adrian hasn’t been.

When I hear a low sound, I open my eyes. Adrian is right there watching me. He crosses his arms over his chest and motions for me to continue. “Don’t stop now. Clearly, I don’t make you come enough.”

“Intimidated by my fingers?” I sass.

Adrian shakes his head. “That was the warmup round, baby. I hope you’re enjoying the control you have right now because for the rest of the night, I’ll be the one in charge. Make yourself come.”

I thrust my fingers inside me while rubbing my clit and burst.

Before I come down from the high, Adrian’s on top of me. “Now I’m going to tie you up and fuck you properly. By morning, you won’t even want your own fingers.”

“Why?” I pant.

“Because if you make yourself come before I see you again, I won’t let you,” he growls before proving over and over how much more I want his cock, fingers, tongue, everything than my pitiful fingers.