It’s his voice turning my defiance into fuel.
He hikes my dress and keeps my knife stitched at my hip in place.
That detail nearly wrecks me. The knife stays. The danger stays. He’s not pretending the world is soft just because he’s about to make me come.
His belt slips free with a whisper. He uses the strap to loop my thighs just above the knees, a gentle band that makes my balance his.
My breath catches because it changes everything. It brings me a sense of security and makes me feel trapped. It empowers me as I requested it.
He checks the fit with his knuckles and kisses the inside of my knee for luck.
“Eyes on me,” he says, and I lick my lips.
I obey because I want to.
Not because I’m trained.
Not because I’m bought.
Because I like the way he looks when I give him what he asked for.
He opens his fly and pulls out his cock. He strokes himself once, slow and deliberate, while watching my face.
My thighs squeeze against the belt like my body is trying to get closer before he even touches me.
He rolls the condom on without breaking eye contact.
He steps in, and I kiss him again, greedy now, lips parting to taste the sound he makes in his throat.
I want him to lose control.
I want him to keep it anyway.
I wanthim dangerous and disciplined at the same time, because that’s the only kind of man worth trusting.
He turns me, bends me over the desk, chest to my crossed arms.
The desk is cold and too expensive and I love the humiliation of it, the idea that Adrian’s polished surface is about to be marked by my breath and my voice and Luigi’s pace.
His mouth trails down my spine before he positions himself.
I shiver, not from cold. From anticipation so sharp it borders on pain.
The first push is slow, inch by inch, until it feels hot instead of dangerous.
His hand goes to my throat, holding instead of squeezing.
His other palm flattens over my hip and steadies me.
He’s anchoring me while he takes me apart.
“Perfect,” he praises in a murmur. “So beautiful when you trust me.”
The camera blinks.
I feel it like a pulse. Like an audience.
Like a witness.
