The moment Adrian stepped into Elena's apartment, the air seemed to hum with anticipation. Every corner of the room was bathed in soft golden light, shadows stretching like quiet witnesses to the night ahead. He didn't speak at first; he simply watched her, the curve of her smile, the subtle shiver when his gaze lingered a moment too long.
Elena felt it too—the electricity that passed between them like a secret current. She leaned against the counter, pretending to fix a drink, but her fingers trembled ever so slightly as she poured. "You're late," she teased, voice light, but her eyes betrayed her eagerness.
"I was savoring the walk," Adrian replied, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "But seeing you again... made every second worth it."
Before she could respond, he closed the distance, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her. Every glance, every brush of skin against skin, every soft inhale of shared space became a conversation of its own—a silent language of anticipation.
Tonight wasn't about words. Tonight was about knowing, feeling, and exploring every nuance of each other's presence. And as their hands finally met, the sparks that ignited between them promised a night of discoveries neither would soon forget.
***
Adrian guided Elena back onto the bed, his movements firm but deliberate. His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he whispered, low and rough,
"If it's pleasure you want, I'll give it to you. But don't think for a second I'll make it easy."
Her breath hitched, her chest rising as his words sent a shiver through her. She hadn't noticed the soft ropes tied neatly to the corners of the bed, nor the small collection of toys he had set aside just out of sight. He had planned this carefully, but not for cruelty—he wanted her to feel everything.
Adrian's hand slipped away from the heat between her thighs, fingers trailing down her skin until he released her wrists. For a moment, she thought she was free—until he leaned close again, his voice a command wrapped in a murmur.
"Hands behind your back."
She obeyed, though her pulse thudded with both excitement and nerves.
He let his gaze linger on her, the corner of his mouth curving into the faintest smirk. Then, softly, almost like a secret meant only for her, he breathed,
"Now, get on the bed. Spread wide for me—arms and legs."
Elena hesitated, lips parting as though to protest, but the way he looked at her—hungry, restrained, and utterly in control—pulled her forward. She climbed onto the sheets, stretching herself out just as he had told her.
Adrian stepped closer, fingers brushing along her ankle before trailing up her calf.
"Good girl," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her skin. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you like this—every sound you made on camera only pushed me deeper."
Elena swallowed, whispering back, her voice trembling, "And now you finally get to."
His chuckle was low, vibrating against her as he leaned down to capture her lips in a slow, commanding kiss.
Adrian's voice was a low growl as he leaned over her, eyes glinting with hunger.
"I missed dinner because of your little stunt, Elena," he murmured, brushing his thumb across her lip. "And now… I'm a hungry man."
Her chest rose sharply. She hadn't expected all this. She'd wanted him, yes—aching for release—but not this game, not this slow, delicious torture. Heat coiled inside her, mixing with nerves. She had never done this before, never given herself to a man. But the thought of stopping him now never once crossed her mind.
Her voice wavered as she tried to joke her way through the trembling in her veins.
"Okay… I'm hungry too. So maybe you could just fuck me now, and we can grab food later?"
Adrian's laughter was deep, warm, but threaded with wicked intent. He tilted his head, savoring her innocence even as she begged for more.
"Sweet girl… I said I was hungry." His lips brushed her ear, his breath hot as he whispered, "And I plan to eat now."
Before she could form a reply, his hands pressed her thighs apart. She gasped as he lowered himself, his mouth claiming her with sudden, devastating precision. His tongue flicked across her clit and her whole body jolted.
"Adrian—oh my god!"
The cry tore from her before she could stop it.
Her tied wrists tugged helplessly, aching to bury her fingers in his hair, to hold him there as pleasure spiraled higher and higher. His tongue was relentless, teasing her clit before dragging lower, licking along every slick inch of her until she was squirming against the ropes. When he sucked her clit hard, her vision blurred with stars.
"I… I can't—don't stop!" she begged, her voice breaking on the words.
He only chuckled against her, the vibration making her whimper. Slowly, deliberately, he slid two fingers inside her, curling until her hips bucked up into his hand. At the same time, his free hand explored higher, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers until it hardened under his touch.
Her back arched, a desperate moan spilling from her lips.
"Adrian—please—I'm so close, I'm—"
But just as the wave built to breaking, he pulled back. His fingers slipped out, his mouth left her skin, and she cried out, raw and desperate.
"No!" she gasped, straining against her bonds. "Don't stop—I was right there—please!"
Adrian leaned over her, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, his eyes dark and blazing. He bent low, brushing his mouth over hers without giving her the kiss she craved.
"Patience," he whispered, savoring her trembling. "You'll get there again. And this time, I'll make sure you come so hard you forget your own name."
His hand slid down again, fingers ghosting over her swollen clit, teasing just enough to make her whimper.
"Do you trust me to take you there, Elena?" he asked, voice softer now, intimate, coaxing.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she whispered back, broken and breathless, "Yes… I trust you. Please… don't make me wait."
Adrian smiled against her skin, his lips pressing to the hollow of her throat.
"Oh girl."
***
Elena thought this was going to be quick, a blur of desperate heat and release. But Adrian had other plans.
With her eyes closed, lost in the aftershocks of his teasing, she didn't notice his hand moving to the bedside table. Not until the cool metal kissed her skin. Her breath caught just as he fastened the first clamp to her nipple.
"Ahh—Adrian!" she gasped, her body jerking against the restraints. The sharp sting made her cry out, but almost instantly the sensation twisted into something else—something hot, thrilling, unbearable yet irresistible.
Adrian's gaze was locked on her face, studying every flicker of shock and every tremor of pleasure that chased it. The corner of his mouth curved, dark and tender all at once.
He leaned down, brushing his lips over her trembling jaw as he whispered:
"I know they hurt, sweetheart… but trust me. This pain? It's going to make everything else feel even better."
Her chest heaved, her moans turning softer, more desperate. The ache at her nipples pulsed in time with the ache between her legs, each sensation feeding the other. She writhed helplessly, the ropes holding her fast as if to remind her there was no escape—only surrender.
"Adrian… oh god—" she moaned, voice breaking with both need and disbelief at the flood of sensation overwhelming her.
His fingers trailed lightly down her stomach, hovering at the edge of her heat but not giving her what she craved. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, slow and grounding, making her melt even as her body screamed for more.
"That's it," he murmured against her mouth, his voice a blend of command and promise. "Let go for me. Trust me to lead you through it."
Her moan turned into a whimper of surrender, her head tipping back against the pillows. The clamps bit deliciously with every small movement, and when Adrian's hand finally slid lower—teasing along her soaked folds—she nearly sobbed in relief.
"Yes… yes, please," she whispered, voice shaking. "Don't stop this time. I need you—please, Adrian."
His thumb circled her clit with excruciating slowness, the added sensitivity from the clamps making every touch feel impossibly intense. Her body arched, desperate, moaning louder now as waves of sensation crashed through her.
Adrian pressed his forehead against hers, his breath heavy, his words soft but edged with hunger:
"You're mine tonight, Elena. Every sound, every shiver, every breath—give it all to me."
And she did—moaning his name, arching into his touch, surrendering herself completely beneath the glow of the moonlight spilling across the bed.
"Yes… yes, please," she whispered, voice shaking. "Don't stop this time. I need you—please, Adrian."
His thumb circled her clit with excruciating slowness, the added sensitivity from the clamps making every touch feel impossibly intense. Her body arched, desperate, moaning louder now as waves of sensation crashed through her.
Adrian pressed his forehead against hers, his breath heavy, his words soft but edged with hunger:
"You're mine tonight, Elena. Every sound, every shiver, every breath—give it all to me."
And she did—moaning his name, arching into his touch, surrendering herself completely beneath the glow of the moonlight spilling across the bed.
Adrian clipped the sleek vibrator into place, the hum buzzing against Elena's soaked pussy. He flicked the switch, setting it to wave, and her eyes flew open in shock. A wicked grin spread across his lips—he had her exactly where he wanted her.
Her moans spilled out, raw and unrestrained, her head thrashing against the pillows as the toy sent pulses of pleasure through her. Adrian's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched her unravel.
She was close—he could see it in the way her thighs trembled, the way her voice broke when she cried out. And just when her orgasm teetered on the edge, he switched it off.
"Adrian!" Elena's scream was frustration laced with desperate need.
He chuckled darkly, leaning down so his breath ghosted over her ear.
"Very soon, Elena. I promise you'll get everything you're begging for."
Her chest rose and fell, her body flushed with arousal and denial. Twice now he had stolen her release, and a different fire sparked inside her—revenge.
"Untie me, Adrian." Her voice was sharp, commanding, filled with more force than before.
Intrigued, he loosened the knots—first her legs, then her wrists. The moment she was free, Elena surged forward, shoving him back onto the bed with a strength that startled him.
Her eyes blazed with hunger as she straddled him.
"No more games," she demanded, fierce and breathless. "I want you to fuck me. Now."
Adrian's answering growl was pure hunger. He flipped them easily, pressing her into the sheets, and in one smooth, hard thrust, buried himself deep inside her.
"ADRIAN!" Elena's scream ripped through the room as her orgasm crashed into her instantly, violent and overwhelming. Her body shook beneath him, nails clawing at his back as he drove into her with relentless force.
His pace was brutal, but his hand at her throat was gentle, guiding, contrasting the power of his thrusts. She moaned at the exquisite mix—rough and tender, savage and intimate.
Adrian hooked her legs over his shoulders, plunging deeper, filling her completely. Elena cried out, another orgasm ripping through her, leaving her trembling under his control.
But Adrian wasn't finished. Not even close.
With a sharp tug, he flipped her onto her knees, pulling her back against his chest. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, low and commanding:
"I want you to watch me fuck you."
That was when she saw it—the full-length mirror across the room, reflecting every raw movement of their bodies. Her eyes widened at the sight of herself, flushed and wanton, and Adrian behind her, powerful and unyielding.
He grabbed her wrists, pulling them back as he thrust into her with brutal precision. The mirror showed everything—his cock disappearing into her dripping pussy, her face twisted in pleasure, her body giving him everything.
Elena's moans filled the room, her voice breaking with every thrust. This—this—was how she had always wanted to be taken. Every stroke made her cream around him, her body surrendering completely.
His pace grew faster, harder, his groans rough in her ear. She knew he was close, and the thought only drove her higher.
Turning her head, she whispered, breathless and bold,
"Adrian… I want you to cum in my mouth."
The request made his thrusts falter for the first time, his eyes locking on hers in the mirror—dark, wild, and undone.
***
Without hesitation, Adrian eased out of her trembling pussy. He leaned back, his chest heaving, watching with hungry eyes as Elena slid off the bed onto her knees before him.
Her lips parted, breath warm against the tip of his cock as she stroked him slowly, teasingly. Then she looked up at him through her lashes, whispering in a husky voice:
"I want to taste you, Adrian."
That was all it took for his control to snap.
The moment her mouth wrapped around his length, her tongue swirling over the head, Adrian groaned deep from his chest.
"Fuck, Elena… just like that…"
His hand buried in her hair, guiding her, but she took him deeper of her own accord, moaning around him, the vibrations driving him mad.
His hips bucked forward, and he lost himself in the wet heat of her mouth. He thrust harder, deeper, making her gag around him, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with his. The sight undid him completely.
"God, you feel so fucking good," he growled, voice rough, his rhythm relentless. "Take it all for me, sweetheart."
She moaned in response, the sound muffled but desperate, sending shivers racing down his spine. His grip tightened, his thrusts quickening until with a hoarse, broken cry, he spilled deep into her throat. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips as she pulled back, her chest rising and falling.
Elena's smile was soft, yet her eyes gleamed with mischief. "Mmm… you taste as good as you fuck."
Adrian chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before scooping her up effortlessly and laying her on the bed again. His hunger hadn't dimmed—it had shifted.
He knelt between her thighs, spreading her open once more, and whispered against her skin:
"My turn to feast."
His mouth descended on her pussy, tongue flicking her clit with merciless precision. Elena screamed his name, her hands gripping the sheets as she arched off the bed. Her clit was swollen, painfully sensitive, and every lap of his tongue made her see stars.
"Adrian—oh god, I can't—"
"Yes, you can," he murmured between strokes, his voice low and commanding. "You'll give me everything."
He slid two fingers inside her, pumping in perfect rhythm, curling until she thrashed under him. His free hand reached up to toy with her nipples, tugging the clamps just enough to sharpen the ache. Then, with perfect timing, he removed the clamps while sucking hard on her clit.
Elena screamed, the release tearing through her as she squirted against his mouth. The intensity made her whole body quake, her moans echoing as Adrian continued to lap at her until she was shaking uncontrollably.
Finally, her trembling slowed, her chest heaving as her body went limp against the sheets. Adrian kissed her thighs, her stomach, her lips—soft, grounding touches after the storm. He pulled the blanket over her, tucking her close as her eyes fluttered shut.
"Rest, my love," he whispered into her hair, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "Tonight, you were mine completely… and tomorrow, I'll show you just how much more you can take."
Her soft moan was the last sound before sleep claimed her. Adrian lay awake beside her, chuckling to himself, his chest warm with both satisfaction and affection. Tonight had been fun—but tomorrow, he planned to make it unforgettable.