My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I fight it. I’ve never begged. Ever. Not even as a child. But each thrust, each brush of his cock over my prostate, breaks my will until I finally cave.
“Please, fuck, please. Adrian, make me come. I need to come. Oh fuck, I need it. I need it. Please, Adrian, please.”
His thrusts become brutal, more erratic, his breathing harsh in my ear. My asshole flutters, clenching on him, my muscles tense, dick throbbing so hard it hurts. And with a final snap of his hips, he pushes me over the edge.
I come untouched, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. Adrian yanks my hair to hold my head up, forcing me to watch as my release paints the floor below and as he goes over the edge.
When the aftershocks subside, the world around me fades away, leaving only the sensation of Adrian’s hands on my body and the lingering echo of his voice in my ears. I’m not sure how long I stay like that, lost in the haze of pleasure and submission, but eventually, Adrian releases me from the restraints, helping me stand upright.
He leads me to a nearby chaise, where I collapse, my body still trembling. He sits beside me, his hand resting gently on my thigh. I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze.
I’m too raw, too exposed.
“You did well, Jasper. For someone who’s used to being in control, letting go is not an easy thing to do.”
I nod, still unable to find my voice. A strange mix of shame and exhilaration, humiliation and liberation, swirls inside. Like I’ve stepped into a new world, one where all my old certainties have been shattered, and I’m not sure what to make of it.
Chapter 6
Adrian’s already getting dressed. His movements are so fucking fluid it’s like he’s floating through the room as he buttons up the crisp black shirt that hugs his frame. He looks too composed, too calm, like what just happened between us was nothing more than routine, a minor indulgence.
Meanwhile, I’m still sprawled across the chaise, barely able to catch my breath, my body thrumming with the aftershocks of what we just did.
“Fuck.”
When he walks over to the corner of the room, I glance at the nearest mirror, half expecting to see the same cocky, self-assured man I’ve always been. But the person staring back is a stranger—vulnerable and naked in more ways than just the obvious. I don’t know who the fuck I’m looking at. Certainly not the Jasper Kane I know.
No . . . this is someone else entirely.
Someone who’s disheveled, spent, marked.
I ball my hands into fists, knuckles white, trying to shake the knot of conflicting emotions tightening in my chest. And I can’t stop thinking about how I fucking liked it all. My attention drifts to the right, toward the twisted outline of something that doesn’t quite match the room. But when I blink again, it’s gone, vanishing into the haze of candlelight and warped reflections.
“What the fuck . . . ” I lean closer to the mirror, squinting. But no, it’s just me again, surrounded by the shattered fragments of myself.
“What is it?” Adrian adjusts his cuffs as he walks toward me, a towel slung over his shoulder.
“There was something . . .”
“It’s just the house,” he says nonchalantly, as if that explains everything. Like the house has become some kind of living, breathing entity. “An old manor like this plays tricks on you.”
I glare at him, pursing my lips. “Oh, really?”
“This place is a few hundred years old. Same with most of the furniture.”
“Is that the reason there’s no cell reception either?”
He huffs, and I don’t miss the slight eye roll. “Did you not pay attention to the terrain when you drove up here? There aren’t a lot of cell towers, and we are in the mountains.”
My mind is too fried to push further or deal with anything that isn’t the immediate, bone-deep exhaustion weighing down every limb. I can still feel the dull ache of Adrian inside me, a reminder of how every inch of me had been claimed. And not by force, but by something I didn't even know I craved until it was given.
He hands me the towel, his gaze lingering on my naked body as if assessing the aftermath of his handiwork. “You did well. Better than I expected.”
I snatch the towel to wipe off the sweat and cum dripping down my thighs. “What did you expect?”
“More refusal. More resistance.”
My head snaps up, our eyes locking. “Don’t make it seem like I just rolled over and let you have your way with me.”
