And it’s working.
“Your body knows what it wants. Allow your mind to catch up.” He captures my lips in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue slides against mine, claiming, and I can’t help but melt into him, my body pressing against his. His hands move to my hips, gripping them tightly, as his length presses hard and insistent against me.
He pins my wrists behind my back with one hand while his other hand trails down my chest, fingers circling my nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. I gasp into his mouth, my body arching against his touch. He releases my wrists, stepping back just enough to slide my boxers down my legs.
My cock springs free, hard and aching. He licks his lips, a slow, deliberate motion that sends a jolt of lust straight to my groin. “On the bed.”
I obey, crawling onto the dark silk sheets, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the heat of my skin. I lie back, my body on display, vulnerable and exposed.
Adrian moves to the bedside table, opening a drawer, then pulling out a small black box.
I quirk a brow, lazily stroking my cock. “What’s that?”
“A toy we are going to play with.” He opens it, revealing a sleek silver butt plug, its surface gleaming in the dim light.
My grip tightens on my length, precum pooling on my slit, as he climbs onto the mattress and settles between my legs. I spread my legs wider, watching the way his pupils dilate.
Adrian clears his throat as he coats his fingers with lube, then presses them to my entrance. “Time to loosen your tight hole.”
I gasp as he slides one, then two fingers inside, stretching me, preparing me. It isn’t gentle, but it isn’t harsh either. It’s just fucking claiming. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing and what I need.
I can’t help but moan, my hips bucking against his touch. “Adrian . . .”
“Just relax, Jasper. Let me take care of you.” He withdraws his fingers, then coats the plug liberally with lube. He pushes it in slowly, allowing me to feel every inch.
I groan, my body tensing and relaxing as it adjusts to the intrusion. “Oh god.”
“Just breathe. It’s almost all the way in.”
When the plug is fully seated, he turns it on.
My back arches off the bed. “Oh fuck. Fuck.”
The vibrations are low, just a gentle hum, but it’s enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through me. My cock twitches, leaking precum, and he chuckles, low and seductive.
“Why . . . why are you still dressed?”
“Because this is about you, Jasper. About your pleasure. Your surrender.” He gets off the bed, his eyes never leaving mine ashe gestures to the corner of the room. “Come. Let me show you what I have in store for you.”
I groan, squirming as I sit up, the plug pushing against my prostate, causing my eyes to flutter. After taking a deep breath, I follow, my hard cock bobbing with each step.
In the corner is sleek, airtight latex stretched over a PVC frame low to the floor, like some kind of modern, clinical nightmare. “What the fuck is that?”
Adrian smirks. “This is where you’re going to experience a new level of surrender. A new level of pleasure.”
He helps me lie down inside the latex envelope, then guides my erection through an opening before placing the top sheet over my body. My pulse skyrockets as he lines my mouth up with the air hole, placing the rest of the solid black sheet over my face.
“Comfortable?”
I glare at him through the cutout for my eyes, but it’s half-hearted. I’m already too far gone—already too fucking invested—in this sick game we’re playing.
“Let’s begin, shall we?”
“How do I let you know if it’s too much?”
His eyes lock with mine. “You can talk. Or stick your tongue out. That will be the signal to stop.”
“Ok.”
