Page 21 of Silent Night With Adrian

I shiver at the sight of him tasting me, and at the idea of what he plans to do with me.

“But before we do anything like that, you remember what I told you?”

I shake my head, too far gone to remember my own name let alone an earlier talk.

He tsked. “You need to take your punishment like a good little girl for running away.”

My heart skips a beat. I barely have a moment to register his words before I find myself draped face down over Adrian’s lap. Iturn my head to look back at him. His gaze is fierce, burning with something raw and relentless. Adrian’s hands are on me—firm, unyielding, and there’s no mistaking the controlled dominance in his movements.

A shiver runs through me, a mix of excitement and fear, and I feel my breath hitch as he pins my wrists behind my back, holding me down with a grip that says he’s not letting go.

“You have no idea what you did to me out there,” he growls, his face close enough that his breath is warm against my cheek. “No idea how crazy you drove me, thinking you could just disappear into the snowstorm, thinking you could risk your life like that.”

I try to look away, but his hand grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. There’s no softness, no gentleness—only raw, visceral emotion, the kind that makes my heart pound with a mix of defiance and desire. “You think you can just run from me, Mia? After everything?”

I open my mouth to respond, to defend myself, but he shakes his head, his fingers trailing down to the front of my neck, squeezing with a possessiveness that takes my breath away. “No,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I’m not done with you. Not even close.”

Before I can protest, the palm of his other hand lands on my backside, harder than I was expecting. It stings uncomfortably yet sends a jolt of heat straight through my pussy. I gasp, surprised, a mix of shock and arousal flooding my senses. “Adrian—”

He doesn’t let me finish. Another smack lands, this one harder, and I feel my body arch involuntarily, torn between wanting to pull away from the sharp sting and stay for more of the undeniable thrill coursing through me.

“This is what happens,” he says in a low, steady tone, “when you put yourself in danger. When you make me think I might lose you.”

He spanks me again, and this time a bit harder, the sound echoes in the room, my own gasps blending with it, and I feel the heat spreading across my skin, radiating out in waves that make my whole body tingle. I want to be angry, to push him away, to tell him he has no right—but a traitorous part of me aches for this, for the way he takes control, the way he doesn’t hold back, the way he makes me feel completely, undeniably his.

I can’t help but notice his cock underneath me growing larger and harder with every blow. Just like me, he’s finding this punishment unbelievably arousing. I can feel and smell how wet I’m getting with each stinging slap next to my core.

I’m a bit nervous and excited at the anticipation of seeing his hard member in full glory. He looked and felt alarmingly huge last night. So much so that it was painful at times. I can’t believe he was able to get his entire cock inside of me. I want that delicious pain.

After several more painful smacks, and a burning hot sensation that emanates from my bottom cheeks, and my pussy drenched in my juices, he leans down, his hand soothing the sting with a slow caress, his lips brushing against my ear. “Do you feel that, Mia?” His voice is dark. “This is what you do to me. This is what happens when you push me, when you run from me.”

My body trembles, every nerve ending alive under his touch, and when he finally loosens his grip, I turn to face him, my eyes blazing with a defiance I can’t seem to shake. “Maybe I wouldn’t have run if you’d just told me how you felt,” I whisper, my voice daring him to admit it. “You can’t expect me to just… know.”

His gaze softens just a fraction, but the fire is still there, simmering beneath the surface. “Then let me make it clear,” he says, his tone a mixture of raw emotion and commanding conviction. “You belong to me. And I belong to you. You’re not running away again, Mia. Not from me. Not ever.”

Before I can respond, he leans down, capturing my mouth in a fierce, devouring kiss, his hands tightening on my body with rough urgency, as if he’s determined to erase every doubt, every fear. And as I surrender to him, feeling the weight of his need, his possessiveness, I realize that maybe, just maybe, this is exactly where I want to be.

Chapter 17 Adrian

Ilift my mouth from her swollen lips, waiting for her to open her eyes to gaze up at me.

“Are you sore from last night?”

She blushed.

Fuck, I can’t believe she can still do that after she got a taste and pounding from my hungry ten-inch cock.

“No, I think I’m okay.”

“Youthink?” I raised my eyebrow in question.

She shakes her head, rolling her eyes in embarrassment. “I mean, I know I’m okay. Just a little sore this morning but now I don’t notice it.” She glances sideways at me. “Maybe because my ass is still stinging from getting spanked.”

Sassy little girl.

“Let me look.” I lift her in my arms and lay her on the bed. She squeaks as I push her legs up and spread them wide. I spread her pink inner lips to check for any areas that look traumatized. “Adrian!” She yelps. She tries to clamp her legs closed but I’m not having any of it.

“Open.” I pry her legs open again. She better realize soon enough that she lost all rights to her sweet pussy. I own her, one hundred percent. And that means her cunt is mine. She’ll learn soon enough denying me access is only going to get her in more trouble.

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