“Topping from the bottom already, now who’s predictable?” Bryson quipped.
Adria ran her tongue along the length of him, reveling in the sweet sounds that came from him as she teased his length. Fluttering her eyelashes, she looked up at him.
“I assure you, you are in complete control.”
Bryson pressed the tip against her lips, and she opened obediently and allowed him to enter her mouth.
She felt him ease into her, and she pressed her lips around him.
Bryson’s hand reached out and gripped her shoulder.
“I’d be an idiot to ever think that I was in control,” he breathed. “But right now I’m going to take anything you give me.”
She swirled her tongue along him and felt her cheeks cave in as she sucked in his shaft.
Adria swallowed him whole.
“Fuck.” Bryson’s voice was pure gravel.
She kept going. Even when she felt that he was close, even when normally she would have stopped, she continued.
Because for this singular moment, Bryson was in charge.
He surprised her though, and just when she was sure he was about to come, he pulled out of her mouth with a sharp pop.
Adria glanced up at him. His eyes were dark, and his face was flushed.
She watched him stalk away from her and sit on the bed. Her gut clenched as he raised his hand and patted his knee.
She hesitated.
“If you delay, you are only going to make things worse for yourself,” he said, his tone final.
Adria swallowed. She had asked for Dominant Bryson, and now she was seeing him.
She pressed her palms into the floor and swayed her hips as she crawled to him. Seductively, she pressed his thighs apart and pressed herself in between them, molding her body around his erection. Adria nibbled on the smooth space on his neck.
Bryson’s hand snaked into her hair, tangling in the locks, and then his fingers tightened painfully in them. Pulling her head away from him. Adria’s body arched, and sharp pricks of pain radiated from her scalp.
“That is not what I asked for, gorgeous,” he hissed in her ear.
Then he let her go and calmly tapped his knee again.
Adria licked her lips. She was nervous, sure, but there was no denying the arousal growing within her.
Moving as gracefully as she could muster, she stood and draped herself across his lap, head resting on the bed, ass in full view.
Bryson grabbed both her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand.
Adria could feel wetness dripping down her leg. She had no idea giving up control would do this to her.
She thought he was going to spank her, so she tensed when his hand touched the swell of her hips.
But instead of a sharp smack, he just explored her backside with his warm hands.
Moving deeper, he brought his hand between her legs and froze.
“You are soaking,” he said, and she could hear the surprise in his voice and feel his erection getting impossibly harder beneath her.
