Selena

I've planned everything my whole life. Planning made life predictable, easier to manage.

For example, I considered dozens of possibilities that Marc and I will call the wedding off. I predicted my dad is doing shady business. I figured Adam and I would get physical at some point, even if it ends up being one big fat mistake.

I'm willing to find out.

With our current life and death dilemma, I'm bottled with so much anxiety, I want to peel my skin off, rip my bone out and chew it like a dog.

Maybe Adam can provide some...relief.

Hopefully.

He talked big at the sex store and he acts all confident, but what if he's referencing cringe porn or he's slept with women who fake orgasms? I'm not faking anything.

While he washes his hands in the bathroom for my 'punishment,' I step into my bedroom for my own weapons.

First, I change out of the black dress and slip into dark green lingerie—Adam's favorite color. I lift the thin straps over my hips to accentuate my curves and push the girls up. Refresh the shimmer on my smoky eyes and check my booty in the mirror. Perky. Ten out of ten.

Second, I grab my organic, high-quality lube in a glass pump bottle. Why not? This coochie deserves the best coochie care.

And last but definitely not least, I grab my beloved possession. Something men have never used properly. A spanking paddle with 'BRAT' engraved on it.

I hope it hurts tonight.

The wood floor is cool under my feet as I pad across the hallway. The living room is dark, with the exception of a rustic lamp illuminating the furniture. Everything is saturated with a moody, amber glow.

Adam's waiting next to the white kitchen island, shirtless and hauntingly calm.

When he sees my outfit, his jaw unhinges with speechless astonishment. I'm trying so hard not to laugh, but inside I'm like HAHAHAHAHA.

Playing ignorant, I approach and place my items next to his gun. He's so close. The scent of manly musk and sandalwood makes my brain purr. Not to mention, the light hair across his muscular chest. I don't know if I want to scratch it or cuddle up and nap on it.

I flick my lashes up at his face and realize I'm playing with fire. Adam's eyes are black pupils, obsessing over every detail on my body. I really shouldn't poke the bear, but I can't help myself.

"It's okay if you came in your pants already. I won't tell anyone."

"I don't plan on coming anytime soon, princess. I'm more interested in finding out how much you can take."

Before I can say something clever, he shuts me up with a kiss. He cradles my face and threads through my hair. It's how every girl dreams to be kissed, like you're a priceless possession or something to worship. Just as my knees become water, without a warning, he squeezes my neck and bends me over the counter.

I yelp, my stomach attacked with icy-cold granite. I push against his hand, but it's like fighting a brick wall.

"All the way down." Adam's smile is sadistic, alerting my fight or flight.

Reality dawns like a horror movie. I'm so exposed and vulnerable right now. My vision is limited to the faucet in front of me, racing my heart to gain back control. Okay. There's nothing to worry about. I want this. Besides, I'm used to the paddle. I know exactly what to expect.

Seconds pass, but nothing happens.

Then...I feel it. Not a paddle, no. A mouth.

On my ass.

My lips open in dumbstruck shock. What is he doing?

At the same time, he brushes the leather between my legs and taps my inner thigh, instructing me to spread them wider. I obey, shrinking a little with humiliation. I don't know where to focus, and he's so slow and unhurried, taunting with suspense.

Then in a split second, he whips the paddle back and blows a sharp strike.

My cry is instinctive. He takes it out of me.

He licks my battered skin, his tongue tormenting the damage. It burns. It stings. It makes me whimper against my own will.

When he's done with the paddle, he starts spanking with his palm. It's worse. So much worse. It's intimate. Possessive. Insulting even more. I'm drenching my panties, pushing against his hand, loving how his fingers spread across my cheek and squeeze after each hit.

"That's a good girl..." Low chuckle mixes into his deep, satisfied voice.

The words slither up my spine like a hypnotic snake. I arch my head back with melting surrender while he cups my breast. Teases. Rubs my nipple between tormenting fingers. Fuck. Bursts of pleasure shoot down my legs, passing my clit with a mild vibration.

For a moment, I lean against his chest like a dead weight, can't open my eyes. Holy shit. I did not just come from spanking. No way.

"Come here." Adam carries me to the couch and lays me on my back.

I eye him playfully. "You done punishing me?"

While I make fun of his performance, he hooks his hands around my underwear and rolls them down my legs. I curl them shut, self-conscious now. But he doesn't care.

His palms slide over my hips and he lowers on his stomach. Unbothered. His dark, amused eyes watch me as he hovers his mouth inches from my pussy, like he enjoys me being scared.

No, no, no. I'm going to be way too sensitive, I already know it. But it's as if he knows, because the only thing I feel at first is his breath. Heated exhale and stubble skimming my skin. Then it's a long lick before his slick tongue circles my clit. He pays attention to my sounds and movements, repeating anything that makes me weak.

Oh, God. It's the best high ever.

I'm dying to pick up the pace. I squirm against him, too embarrassed to beg. But my body is quick to betray. Sooner or later, I'm grinding on his mouth, my whimpers clawing their way to the surface.

But Adam doesn't care. He closes his mouth around my clit and sucks on it, and my head lifts off the couch with a cry of ecstasy. And right when I'm about to see stars, he withdraws and gets the paddle.

Shit! No. Oh my God. He's not done punishing?

"Open."

He jerks my clenched legs apart and spanks my inner thigh. I shriek, breathing so fast that I'm becoming lightheaded. He teases the paddle over my wet clit and while I'm trembling with dread at how bad the pain will be, I have no interest in using my safe word to stop him. I want it. I want to be broken. I want to be on the verge of tears.

Smack! It's like a rubber band being snapped on the most vulnerable of me. I flinch with a high-pitch yelp, my face contorting in agony.

"Repeat after me." His voice cuts through the mist of pleasure fogging my brain. "'I will not carry a weapon unless I know how to use it.'"

Fuck no. I will not obey.

He pinches my clit. "Repeat it."

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

"I won't carry a weapon unless I know how to use it," I say through clenched teeth.

"You little brat." He presses the wide pad of his thumb on my clit and massages at a slow, firm pace. The orgasm that was brewing in the back now gushes tenfold. I groan to my dismay, resisting him is hopeless. "You won't put yourself at risk again, will you? Hm, princess?"

"No, sir..." My voice comes out so whiny, I want to kill myself.

He pushes a finger inside of me, still rubbing my clit. I curse out loud in satisfaction, my eyes rolling back at the ceiling. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I want to come so, so, so badly.

"What a dripping mess..." Adam tilts his head with a cynical smirk. His silver ring moves in and out, the wet sound of his finger thrusting into me so humiliatingly loud. I slap my hand over my mouth as my orgasm wrecks through me. Adam groans. "Fuck. Such a greedy little pussy..."

While I recover in a dazed and euphoric state, he sucks my juices off his finger and stands up, unbuttoning his pants. The sound of a zipper sliding down makes me turn my head at him.

I think cocks look like musty sausages way past their expiration date. But when Adam pulls out his cock and grips his shaft, I'm influenced to change my opinion. It's a monster. Long, veiny, with ridiculous girth.

I sit back on my heels and yawn behind my hand. "Am I supposed to suck that or something?"

He chuckles through his nose, but it's a pure threat. "If you think you can handle it."

Reverse psychology? Cute. I keep my eyes on him and unclasp my bra, letting the lace slip over my breasts. Adam's eyes widen a fraction, becoming even darker. Yes, my nipple are pointy with arousal and actually quite cute, so I'm not at all embarrassed to show them.

I smile at him and take his pants off completely, so that both of us are naked. "I guess this is really happening, huh?"

"It's completely up to you. We can stop right now if you're done."

"Why, are you having performance anxiety?" I smirk and he gives me a boyish laugh in return, before running his fingers through my hair and pulling me closer.

My gaze lowers to the clear and sticky pre-cum leaking from his swollen head. I'm stunned by how painfully erect he is. Flattered, actually.

"Fuck, Selena. Please, either—" He gasps as I hesitantly lick the salty liquid. He hisses in air through his teeth, killing a groan. "That's it, sweetheart. Open that mouth for me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not like being teased?" I look at him under my lashes and stroke him with one hand, then brush my nose down his shaft until I reach his balls.

Adam's hips twitch as I tease his most sensitive body part. He lets go of a startled, barely audible moan as I kiss and lick. Mm. I like being in control. Making a strong man like him weak.

My celebration is short lived though. Because as I wrap my lips around his head, it stretches my mouth so wide, I feel like I'm at a dentist's office. Do I really want this inside of me?

I wrap both hands around the bottom of his shaft and suck on the rest. Half of his cock is in my mouth and already hitting the back of my throat. But my struggle turns Adam on. He is watching with lustful and vicious attention. He gathers my hair until it's a ponytail in his tattooed hand and fucks my mouth, making me gag and choke.

I drag my nails down his thighs to hurt him back, but all I get is a low-throated laughter. Then he bends to torment me back, twisting my nipples between his brutal fingers. I moan around him, compulsive desire aching between my legs.

Adam yanks me back and I breathe in a lungful of air, wiping the drool off my chin. He helps me up, observing my eyes with wary fixation.

"You okay?"

My nod sounds like an irritated moan. "Why?"

"Just checking." He grins before snatching the back of my thighs to straddle him. I squeal out a startled laugh, feeling giddy and so feminine, being held in his arms. He takes me toward the kitchen and props me on the cold counter, then pumps a handful of lube in his palm.

Horny butterflies flood my stomach, dancing on a pole. I bite my lip, watching him moisten his cock. This monster is about to annihilate my organs and I'm so here for it. Hell, even if Adam leaves after this and I never see him again, I don't think I'll regret this.

He smears the remainder of the lube over my sensitive slit, making me gasp from the abrupt contact. I have no time to recover before the head of his cock starts rubbing back and forth, stimulating my clit.

He looks at me, the magnetism of his eyes holding me in place as he slowly, painfully forces the head inside me. Every muscle in my body tightens: my face, my legs, my fingers.

"Oh, fuck..." Adam's groan blends with my nervous whimper. He stares at his cock as it stretches my pussy. It's too tight. Too tight. I can't take it. "Breathe for me, sweetheart. Breathe. That's it. Again. Breathe, baby."

He kisses me, swallowing all my anxious moans, making this moment so much more intimate. Every time his cock moves, it presses against my walls in a way I've never felt before. It's overwhelming, intense, it's like he's touching my G-spot again and again, never missing once.

"Mm, fuck!" I arch my neck, my arms and legs wrapped around him before he pushes me down to lay on the counter.

My jaw slacks at the view.

His inked arms and flexed chest, covered in a light sheen of sweat. The way his eyebrows furrow and his lips shape into a silent 'O.'

He starts to massage my clit and my brain short-circuits into chaos. If the other orgasms were ocean waves, this is a tsunami. I pinch my eyes shut, sounding like I'm getting murdered.

"Shhh. Be quiet." He breathes out, shallow and agitated, but I can't. "Shut the fuck up."

It breaks me into giggles. "Why? Are you worried the neighbors will call the cops?"

"Yes." Adam laughs and helps me slide down the counter, then turns me around.

Oh, God. Is he not done?

Nope. Of course, not. He props one of my legs over the counter, puts his hand over my mouth to shut me up, then buries his cock inside me again.

The new angle is lethal, exploding every thought in my head. I yelp against his palm, clawing his wrist, but nothing makes a difference. Nothing. That knowledge alone, the fact that I can't stop him, I can't defend myself, intoxicates my brain with intensifying, drunken pleasure.

He arches me back to him and kisses my forehead, fucking like a ruthless machine. I spasm around his cock, shrieking in his hand.  I don't know when my last orgasm ended and this one began. It won't stop. Everything rings and tingles, from my scalp to my toes.

All the energy drains from my soul and I collapse on the counter.

Adam plants soft kisses on my shoulder, his voice gentle in my ear. "Are you okay?"

I blink slowly to say yes.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

I moan tiredly to say yes.

He presses that beast behind me again and I stop breathing. Are you kidding? Again?

My mind is floating on cloud nine in a fuzzy wonderland. But Adam apparently doesn't need my participation. He takes what he wants, using me like a rag doll. I keep waiting for him to give up, to realize I'm not going to moan, but boy, am I wrong.

No, because when he digs his bruising fingers into my hips, the pain makes me hungry again. Please. How? How can I want more after...how many times did he make me come already? I don't even know.

Adam reads me like a book, moving with my reactions, working for my pleasure. I have no choice but to come until every last orgasm is sucked out me. No more. I'm dead.

He puts me on my knees to jerk off on my face and I stick my tongue out for him. I don't think he expected that, because he holds onto the counter behind me for support, gaping at me like I'm the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

He puts his hand over my eyes as his cum bursts out, landing on my tongue, chin and breasts. I do my best not to grimace, the salty warm goo making me want to gag.

"You okay?" Adam chuckles and helps me up, guiding me toward the faucet to wash off. When I'm finally clean, Adam's still watching me, but I don't have the energy to meet his gaze. "Come here, sweetheart. I got you."

I make an incoherent sound, but he's already picking me up in his arms. He takes me to my bed and wraps me in a blanket, then brings me water. After that, he cuddles me against his chest, kissing my face and making me giggle. I slip in and out of awareness. One moment I laugh at something he says, next I pass out into that floating, fuzzy place.

A severe headache crawls behind my skull. I beg Adam for Advil, and he brings it along with chocolate.

Eventually, he steps out of the bedroom. I hear him shuffling around the apartment, moving things, but I don't know what's going on.

Maybe he's packing his stuff to leave? No...is he?

The water in the bathroom starts running and I assume he's taking a shower, but later he comes and picks me up again, carrying me there.

I gasp at what I see.

He drew me a bath.

It's just like the one I did for him a while back. He put bubbles and epsom salt. I smell lavender. There's relaxing music playing on the phone and candles flickering on the edges of the bathtub.

I grin ear-to-ear. This makes my heart swell so much, I don't know what to do with it. I've never felt this way before.

Adam lowers me on my feet and ties my hair into a horrible bun, making us both laugh. Then he picks me up again to help me into the tub, as if I'm not capable of doing it myself.

"It's too hot!" I shriek when my toes boil off.

"No, it's not." He chides.

"Yes, it is!"

He puts me down with a sigh and adds more cold water. When the temperature is acceptable, he picks me up again and lowers me back in. Aaah, now this is perfect. So nice. So cozy. I love it.

"Peach juice." He crouches to my eye-level and hands me a cold glass. "You need the sugar."

I let all my happiness and appreciation shine on my face as I smile back. "Thank you."

"Enjoy." He kisses my forehead one last time before he goes.

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