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Her fingers traced his chest slowly, softly—before another slap hit his skin. Adrian bucked, helpless under her control. She moved back down, letting her tongue dance between his thighs. Every touch from her was calculated. Controlled. Ruthless.

His rod throbbed in her mouth, the pressure building again. But Sienna pulled back, not letting him finish.

She slipped her hand between his legs again, stroking him, massaging, teasing.

Adrian growled softly, body twitching with the sensation.

Sienna licked a long, slow line up his inner thigh before her mouth found his swollen girth again—devouring him with rough hunger. She took away the headphones. Now he could hear his own ragged, uncontrolled breaths.

His body was slick with sweat. She climbed on top of him, dragging her wetness along the length of his shaft. Her eyes burned into his blindfolded face.

A desperate groan rumbled from his throat. His hips bucked instinctively, but she pinned him down with her thighs, grinding against him without letting him slip inside. The friction was maddening—warm, wet, close—but never enough.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” she whispered. “Now it’s my turn.”

She trailed her nails down his chest, slow and light, just enough to make him shiver. Adrian’s hands clenched into fists, bound above him, trembling with restraint. He wanted to grab her. Flip her. Bury himself so deep she’d never forget him. But she had all the control—and it was driving him wild.

Sienna leaned in again, her lips brushing his neck. “You like being at my mercy, don’t you?”

His throat went dry, breath caught in his throat. She moved again—slowly this time—guiding him to her entrance. Her heat pressed against his tip, and for a moment she paused, teasing the edge, letting him feel just how close he was.

“Beg,” she murmured, eyes locked on his face.

Adrian’s voice was low, hoarse, and filled with tension. “Please… Sienna. Take me in. Inside you. Please”

She had never gotten a submission out of him this easily. He never gave up control, hearing him beg was just something she could only dream of.

But right now, his body was trembling with need. His chest covered in red welts, knuckles white as his hands gripped the headboard, his thick rod burning, red, swollen and thick. It was so hard that it was standing up on its own, begging for attention.

And with that, she sank down on him in one slow, careful motion, her body swallowing him whole.

“Fucking hell! Fuck, Sienna! Take it.” Adrian’s back arched, a broken moan escaping his lips as she finally gave him what he’d been craving. She rocked her hips, setting a slow, torturous rhythm, her hands pressed to his chest for balance.

Every inch of him throbbed inside her. Every move she made sent fire through his veins.

“Sienna, harder,” he gritted out, his hips arching to slide deeper inside her, making her swallow more of his length. “Move faster. Deep. Right now!”

“No,” she whispered, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles that made his whole body tremble.

Her body clenched around him with every slow roll of her hips, slick heat wrapping his girth in a way that made Adrian bite down a groan. His jaw tightened, every muscle in his body straining as he fought the urge to let go too soon.

Sienna leaned back slightly, bracing her hands on his thighs, and started to ride him harder—still in control, but with an edge of wildness that made his breath catch.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with her soft gasps and his ragged breaths. Her head tilted back, hair falling down her back, breasts bouncing with every sharp thrust she gave him.

“Fuck—Sienna—” Adrian groaned, his voice breaking. “You’re killing me.”

“Good,” she panted, slamming down harder, her thighs quivering as pleasure overtook her. “I want you ruined.”

She leaned forward again, hands on either side of his face. She licked the sweat from his neck, then bit down lightly, her hips never stopping. Adrian’s head thrashed against the bed, his body bucking wildly beneath her.

“Harder,” he rasped. “Please, Sienna. Harder!”

Sienna pulled the blindfold off his eyes.

He looked wrecked—eyes dark and hungry, lips parted, sweat dripping from his temple. But his gaze burned only for her.

She kissed him hard, moaning into his mouth as she started to lose rhythm, her body tightening, her movements desperate and rough. Her walls clamped around him, and he felt her pulse—tight, wet, throbbing—her orgasm crashing over her in waves.