Page 30 of Emily: Hello Kitten

It’s not fair that he feels so good.

Adrian takes off my shirt and jerks my bra down, holding my arms in place against the bed.

He shakes his head. “I wanted to be gentle.”

“So be gentle. I’m not stopping you,” I goad.

“Then you had to be so naughty in front of other people,” he says, running his nose down my throat and over my cleavage. “I’m going to have to get you a collar and a leash.” He bites my breast. “One of the collars that tighten if I tug so I can keep you in line.”

“Adrian,” I pant. “You know I’m—”

He bites me, turning my sentence into a moan as I arch against him and grip the sheets. “You keep forgetting who has the power here. Even though you’re wearing my marks.”

“Please, I just—”

“Even though you were screaming my name last night, moaning for me this morning,” he continues. “Everyone on this floor knows you’re mine.”

“I’m not arguing,” I whimper.

He arches an eyebrow and pulls my bra further down, his mouth around my nipple as he pulls at my pants, undoing them and pushing them down around my thighs, trapping me. He flicks his tongue over my nipple again and shakes his head. “So I’ll just have to remind you, since everyonebutyou knows.”

“This weekend only,” I pant.

“We’ll see,” he says, continuing to work down my body. “Or you’ll learn that you’re my kitten to please. That I’m the one who makes you purr and moan and scream. That you chose to come get me…” He jerks my pants farther down, dragging my panties down too before pushing my legs up so my knees rest on my chest. “And that I know everything you need to come.”

He proves it too, licking across my pussy with a flat tongue before sucking my clit. He swats my ass, then does it again, layering pleasure and pain like no one else. Adrian keeps sucking my clit, swirling his tongue around, and driving me insane.

Before I can come, he flips me over. The sound of him undoing his belt as he groans follows. “You need to be fucked into submission, Emily. I’m the man to do it.”

“That’s not—”

He rubs his cock over my pussy, wet with saliva and my own juices, and growls low in my ear. The same growl I fantasize about in class every single day. “Tell me you don’t want me, honestly. I’m listening.”

Another out. Another option. All it takes is four words. I count them, memorize them, but I can’t make them leave my tongue. Adrian slides half into me, making me moan. “Tell me.”

“I want you,” I breathe, unable to lie when I feel him all over me. “Sir, Ineedyou.”

“Good girl,” he moans in my ear as he sinks all the way into me. He nibbles my earlobe. “Stop pushing me away. Be greedy. We both know I will be.”

My eyelashes flutter as he draws back and thrusts into me again. I can’t move in this position. I can only take it, can only feeleverything. And feelingeverythingjust makes me want more.

“Yes, Sir,” I pant.

fifteen

He growls and grunts above me as he slams into me again and again. I gasp and pant, clawing the sheets, unable to move, barely able to breathe as he collars my throat and bites my jaw.

“How many times do I have to fuck you until you obey?”

“Maybe one…” I hiss between my teeth as he fills me completely and rolls his hips. “One more.”

“One more, huh?” he demands, gripping my throat harder. “I think it’s always going to be one more. I think you like being a disobedient brat.”

He draws out and spanks me hard, layering pain over the lingering bruises from yesterday. Thrust and spank, thrust and spank, over and over, matching how he squeezes and releases my throat.

“You can be as naughty as you want,” he snarls. “Since you make such sweet sounds when you take your punishment.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

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