Adrian does not take that lightly because the next second, he's in my room, slamming the door shut and wearing a furious expression. I slump a little to myself and, hopefully, he doesn't see my fear.

Mierda. I poked the beast.

"That was not very nice of you, don't you think, Cassandra?" I both hate and love the way he emphasises my name.

"It also wasn't very nice of you when you didn't let me come before, héroe." Hero.

Something flashes in Adrian's eyes – some kind of a recognition. "Ah. I see. But I told you, that was your punishment. Or should I choose another method the next time? Wasn't this sufficient?"

"It might be. But that doesn't mean I liked it," I grit out. Yes, I'm still pissed off and incredibly turned on. I can't help myself around him anymore.

"That's the point of punishment, Cassandra – you not liking it." He cocks his head to the side.

"You told me you're not into BDSM."

"I'm not. I like having control, but to some extent. Call me a dominant lover or whatever you'd like, but you should know I'd never go too far with you. That's why I offered you to choose a safe word."

I shake my head, stepping back from him a little. "This is scaring me a little," I admit quietly.

Adrian's eyes become gentle and soft. "Don't be scared, not of me, never of me. I'll give you pleasure – your pleasure is completely mine to own and treasure."

"You didn't really give me any pleasure before."

Adrian's eyebrow arches. "Didn't I? I hope you making me come would satisfy you as much as it does me when I make you come."

"Oh, so you weren't satisfied, then? We could change that," I try to sound seductive and give him, what I hope, a flirty smile.

Adrian's mouth forms a smile. "Ah, Cassandra, what am I going to do with you?"

"I can suggest you a few things if you can't remember anything," I offer sheepishly, hoping that he's going to take mercy on me and actually get me off. I know I could get myself off, but it wouldn't feel nearly as good as it would if he did it. In other words, estoy jodida. I'm screwed.

Adrian turns around and turns the key in the lock. My body jolts. It's happening. "Suggest me some things, then. Let's see what I can do to make them happen."

"I don't care about what you do to me, just make me come, Adrian. Por favor."

Adrian's eyebrows arch. "Already begging? I told you conditions, you don't get to come today."

I let out a dramatic sigh. "You didn't put a specific timetable before."

He shrugs. "I did now."

Adrian casually takes off his shirt and throws it on the floor, completely careless. My mouth goes dry. The sight of his naked chest will never fail to leave me in awe. Actually, this whole man makes me want to sit and admire him at everything he does – even if he's doing nothing but breathing.

"Then there's not a reason for you to be undressing. I'm nicely asking you to leave the room because I'm not willing to go through that torture again."

"Torture?" Adrian almost snorts. "Sweetheart. You haven't seen anything yet."

"Eres un sádico?" Are you a sadist?

"I'm not," Adrian replies calmly.

"Don't torture me, then, Adrian," I plead him. I let out a small squeak when he comes forward with fast steps and throws me down on the bed. "Wait, no, you should go back to your room. I've had enough torture."

"No, no, Cassandra, we're going to fuck."

He settles between my thighs, his already hard cock pressing against my pussy that's getting wetter and wetter. Ay, Dios.

Adrian smirks at my reaction. He knows he has me where he wanted me.

Adrian grips my wrists and puts my arms over my head, making me unable to move my hands when he kisses me deeply, his mouth moving against mine with hunger and need, his cock twitching in his pants.

I wrap my legs around him, pushing him harder against me to create more friction between us. Adrian doesn't cave in. He doesn't give me what I'm almost forcing him to give me. He's playing me like an instrument. Again.

I groan in frustration and I only feel Adrian smile against my lips. Bastardo. I bite down on his bottom lip and Adrian leans back. "A bad move, dear."

I grit my teeth together and look at him with venom in my eyes. "Bastardo," I say my previous thought out loud now.

Adrian only smiles, his smile is dark and knowing, like he's proud to be called that. He doesn't release my hands, he keeps them together and over my head with only his one hand while the other one starts travelling down my body – slowly, softly, yet I feel everything even more. I shiver at the simple touch of his fingers against my clothes.

Adrian's staring directly into my eyes, gauging my reaction and response to his touch. He seems to be pleased with whatever he sees.

Adrian's gaze falls down on my legs when he starts lifting my skirt upwards, exposing more of my skin. "You have an exceptionally beautiful body, Cassandra," Adrian compliments and I literally feel my heart jump in my chest.

He undresses me slowly, taking his time, looking at every centimetre of my body as if he's seeing it for the first and the last time. It's hot and it's sensual. It makes me crazy.

I'm writhing under him, already knowing he's going to make me suffer and I'm dreading it, but I'm also excited for it. I kind of want to see how far he'll take me this time and how much I can take.

I trust him with my body. I trust he knows what he's doing and knows my limits, maybe even more than I do. But I have a safe word, anyway.

When I'm lying naked under him, he leans his chest up, sitting on me and looking me from head to toe. He even freed my hair that's now spilling on the pillow as a dark river.

"Christ, Cassandra, you make some sight," Adrian breathes almost in awe.

"What are you going to do with me now?"

He takes his time to look me in the eyes again. And he smiles. That secretive smile, the smile that tells me he has a secret that he's not willing to share with me. "Many, many things, darling."

I take in a shaky breath. Adrian's mouth comes down, straight over my erect nipple and I arch my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth, closing my eyes and how good it feels.

Adrian looks at me from under his eyelashes and I hold his gaze, looking at him right back. My goodness, he looks delicious. Like a dark night. Everything is dark about him, his looks and his personality, only with a few sparkles here and there.

Adrian releases my hands and I immediately put in his hair. I love his cabello. Hair. It's thick and long enough to tug when he's going down on me. And black like the darkest night of the year.

Adrian kisses down my stomach, creating a path until he comes to my drenched pussy, but he stops and I groan. He groans right back, staring at how wet I am for him. "Fucking hell," he curses before he puts his mouth on me like a starved man and like he can't wait even a second anymore.

My eyes roll back in pure bliss, my legs falling even further apart to make more space for him, anything to keep him going, anything for him to let me come.

Adrian puts his hands on my hips and pulls me towards his mouth as if I'm his tonight's dessert. He's taking me as if I were his. And I'm letting him as if I were really his.

He groans here and there and hums. I'm a writhing mess under him, chasing that high I've been craving for hours. Adrian doesn't give it to me – not even this time.

When I'm on the verge of getting there, just a few flicks of his tongue and I'd be flying, he takes his tongue and mouth away from me and leans back.

He starts undressing and I lifelessly throw my head down on the bed, not even having the energy to admire him while he undresses and shows me another part of him that makes me crazy. I'm too busy trying to catch my breath and pull myself together.

I put my forearm over my eyes. "Eres cruel." You're cruel.

I feel him hovering over me, the bed moving under us. Adrian removes my arm away from my eyes and right after that, the ripping of foil can be heard when he opens the condom with his teeth and then rolls it on his cock.

My body tenses up, already in anticipation of what's going to come. And Adrian doesn't disappoint.

He kisses my jaw as he slowly sinks into me, holding his body weight off me and letting my hands free to wander over his muscled back and arms. Un hombre magnifico.

He doesn't stop until he's fully inside of me and only then he lifts his head and lets out a sigh of pure, male pleasure. "This." He circles his hips. "Is." He goes out and slowly comes back in, stretching me to accommodate his size. "So. Fucking. Good." He grits out between each thrust before he sets a tempo – a slow and a deep one.

He drops down on his forearms, his face so close to mine now that our breath is mixing together.

I can't talk, I'm focusing on breathing. I let out moans of pleasure and Adrian is intently looking at my face, carving my expressions in his memory as I do his.

His eyebrow is slightly arched and the corners of his mouth are stretched, his lips are set into a straight line, although partly opened.

"Your pussy is the perfect fit. Fucking perfect," Adrian says, his words slightly slurred as if he's completely lost in his desire and need.

I hug him to me, refusing to let him go, not even having an inch of space between us. My orgasm is approaching fast and I'm getting more desperate to have it.

"Sí, Adrian. Sí, sí," I chant in his ear, feeling my orgasm coming, so close I could taste it.

But Adrian stops at the last second and let out a loud sob, tears falling down my eyes uncontrollably. "Adrian, por favor," I cry out, begging him. I've never felt something like this. I've never felt the need to come this big before. Because no one played these kind of games with me before.

Adrian stares down at me, his face tight and his eyes hooded. He's holding himself back, he's depriving himself of the pleasure because he doesn't give me what I want. I can't feel sorry for him at this moment.

He drives his cock back in and starts fucking me again. I bite down on my bottom lip not to cuss him out. I try to stay silent when my orgasm starts approaching again in hopes that he won't notice and I'll steal it from him.

But Adrian seems to know my body more than I do because, once again, he stops moving, although he stays inside of me this time. I punch him in the shoulder, the move completely unconscious. Adrian smiles darkly, the bastard.

The tears are freely falling down my cheeks, the salty water spilling down on the pillow. "Por favor," I whisper because I can't say anything above a whisper anymore. I'm tired, drained of energy, and badly want to come.

"Do you think you deserve to come?" Adrian asks lowly.

I frantically nod. "Sí. Sí, Adrian, por favor."

He still doesn't move, no matter how hard I wrap my legs and arms around him.

"What do you think you deserved it with? I wasn't happy with your behaviour today."

"I know, I know, you already punished me for it, por favor, I'll never do it again, Adrian. Nunca."

He slightly lifts up, away from me, although he can't move much due to my tight hold. "I'll decide when you're punished enough, Cassandra – not you." And he circles his hips, making me scream out.

Only a slight movement of his could send me over the edge and Adrian seems to know it because he starts moving slowly, in and out, and I'm starting to cry harder. I'm all sweaty, our sweat is mixing together, both of us slippery, but I'm still refusing to let him go.

Adrian thrusts hard into me, so hard the bed moves and so hard I almost come. My eyes fly open. "Adrian, por favor, por favor, por favor ..." I'm crying out, burying my head into his neck, kissing his skin. "Please," I beg him, kissing his chin and thrusting my hands into his hair. "Por favor, bebé."

I kiss him on the mouth, but his lips refuse to move against mine. He's stubborn, but I don't let it stop me. I'm desperate. I'm sure he can taste my tears, I'm sure he can feel desperation.

I kiss him hard, even though he doesn't kiss me back at first. But then it seems like he loses control and he kisses me back, hard, starting to fuck me equally as hard, his skin slapping against mine as he makes long, hard strokes.

I start nodding my head, not stopping kissing him. I hold onto him. "Sí, sí, sí, sí ..." I chant directly into his mouth. And I come. He lets me, purposefully driving me over the edge and letting me fall.

And I have to break the kiss because I have to breathe and I have to scream. It's so good. I keep my hands in his hair while Adrian kisses down my neck, his cock doesn't stop moving.

I close my eyes as I keep coming and coming, the waves of pleasure are strong and long. Mierda, that was fantastic. Suddenly, all of his teasing and the punishment he gave me are worth it.

"Beautiful," Adrian murmurs with a last kiss on my cheek, his movement slowing down, his cock still hard as a steel inside of me. He hasn't come yet. Which can only mean one thing – more fucking. "One more?" he asks.

My eyes fly open and I try to see if that's a trick question. Even if it is, I can only nod my head. Adrian's mouth lifts up in the corner and he suddenly rolls us over so I'm on the top.

"Make yourself come. Feed your hungry pussy with my cock," he tells me. And who am I to refuse such an offer?

I already feel I'm going to come soon again so I start riding him hard and fast, moving up and down his cock, my pussy so wet, it's making loud noises.

Adrian's pupils dilate and the muscles on his stomach tighten. "I'll have to torture you more often if you're going to fuck me desperately like that, kitten."

I thrust my hand into my hair, removing it back away from my face, my movements not faltering. "Amo tu polla," I tell him. I love your cock.

Adrian grunts in response. He doesn't move, just lies on his back, one hand tightly gripping my hip, the other kneading my ass.

I ride him while I stare at his eyes, letting him see how much he turns me on and letting him see how much I appreciate him. Especially when the second orgasm hits me and I exhaustingly fall forward, lifelessly splaying on his chest while he fucks me until he comes, too.

I'm so tired, I can't even move my head to appreciate the look on his face as he empties himself in the condom inside of me, but the grunts against my ear are enough. For now.

His chest is moving fast under me. I close my eyes, my ear directly over his fast heartbeat that takes him a few minutes to calm it down again. It's soothing and intimate. I can't move, not even when he pulls his cock out of me. I'm slightly sore – which is not surprising from all the hard fucking we did today.

I can't even move when Adrian wraps his arm around me and kisses me on the cheek. I'm pretty sure this is how I fall asleep – lying on top of him, sated from the orgasms he granted me, his heartbeat against my ear calming me down.

And the last thought in my head is, this is how I would like to fall asleep every night. Even though it's impossible.