Duplicity Of Desire: Bound To The Wrong Man
Chapter 4
Ruth's POV
The moment we were in the car, I expected him to shove me aside and return to his cold self but to my surprise, Adrian captured my lips, he wasn't gentle at all.
He went all in with everything he's got.
I tried to push him away because I wanted us to talk, I wanted to know what's going on. "Adrian, wait."
But he didn't listen, his mouth was all over me, seeing as there was nothing I could do, I caved in.
"Where's your driver?" I asked breathlessly.
"I sent him away with yours, I want to be the one taking you home today."
His words melted my heart and still made me scared because what if he wakes up tomorrow and goes back to his old self.
Adrian lets go of me, "Let's continue this at home."
He drove us home, his one hand on the wheel while the other was on my thigh caressing it gently.
It was first an innocent touch until it became not so innocent, his hand crawled all the way to my panties, he touched the fabric and smiled.
"You are wet for me Ruth," his eyes were on the road when he spoke.
I clamped my legs together, heat crawled to my face, "Adrian please focus on the road."
He chuckled and removed his hand. I bit my bottom lip and shifted, focusing my gaze on passing images outside.
When arrived at the house, Adrian tossed the car keys to the driver, "Park the car properly," he said before scooping me off the floor and carrying me straight to the bedroom.
He sat down with me still in his arms, his hands on my ass while he devoured my mouth.
He shifted my lingerie to the side, his index finger circled my pussy hole. I moaned in his mouth.
His finger slid into my hole slowly, I was trying to focus on the kiss and his finger inside my wet hole.
"Open your eyes Ruth." He ordered but I was too deep into the pleasure I was receiving to obey him.
His fingers crisscrossed inside my hole stretching painfully. My eyes flew open while my brain tried to figure out when he doubled his fingers.
"I said you should open your eyes." He circled my throat, his eyes locked to mine.
His fingers moved savagely in and out of my pussy, I was a gasping mess, I wanted to shut my eyes and enjoy the pleasure but his eyes were holding me captive.
"Adrian, Adrian." Was all I could say while he fucked me with his fingers.
"You feel that?" He asked, "You feel my fingers fucking you?"
"I do Adrian, I do."
I held on to him for my dear life. Just when I was about to cum, he pulled out his finger and smirked.
"Not so fast princess." He muttered.
He came close, his mouth in my ear, "Don't worry about the dress, I'll get you a dozen more." He whispered huskily.
"Huh?" The sound of my dress being ripped off my body made me yelp.
"Adrian," I cried out, "This is one of my favorites."
"I said I'll get you a dozen more."
The next thing I knew, I was on the bed, my legs hanging on his shoulder. He carefully pulled down my lingerie and tossed it to the ground next to what was left of my dress.
He took off his tie, "Give me your wrists," he ordered.
Obediently I gave him, he tied my hands together and placed them above my head, "Let them stay there. If they come down, you are going to be sorry."
The way he said it made me scared but yet I was tempted to try and see what he'll do but I didn't, at least not yet.
He stepped out of the bed, with his eyes locked to mine, he slowly stripped himself. His dick stood pointed and veiny, I swallowed, he was handsomely made.
He carried my legs and placed them on both sides of his shoulder and then lifted me up. My waist was suspended in the air while my back was on the bed.
He sat, his eyes on my juicy pink pussy. He started off slowly, his tongue running circles around my clit. My fingers clasped together, pleasure touching every bone in my body.
His warm mouth covered my clit, he sucked and pulled, nibbling on the sensitive flesh.
"Oh fuck," I moaned, toes coiled and crossed against each other.
He kept on nibbling and sucking my clit, lapping on the juice from my pussy. I thought I was going to lose my mind, especially when his fingers invaded my hole.
I saw stars, the pleasure tearing through me. "Adrian I want your cock." I muttered impatiently.
"Be patient for daddy, princess." He muttered against my pussy hole.
He curled his fingers up, his fingers pressing against my urethral sponge. I lost it, I didn't know what else to do so I brought my hands to his hair and shoved his face down my clit where he was still sucking.
"I told you not to bring down your hands, why did you disobey me princess?" He pulled out his fingers in my pussy and stopped nibbling on my clit. I was this close to losing my mind.
"I couldn't contain myself." I muttered.
"You asked for it Claire, I told you, you were going to be sorry if you brought down your hands from where I placed them."
The next thing I knew I was lying flat, spread across his legs, my ass was being kissed by the evening wind.
"What are you going to do-" A cracking sound tears through the air.
He spanked me, Adrian spanked my ass and it felt so good.
"Are you going to disobey me next time?" He asked, spanking me again.
"No," I moaned.
"No who?" He asked, his hand kissed my butt cheek again.
"No daddy." I huffed out.
"Good girl." He said still spanking my ass.
"Adrian please," I begged.
"What do you want, Princess, tell me." His hands caressing my butt cheeks.
"I want you." I muttered.
"Where do you want me?" He asked again.
"I want you inside me please, I want to be filled with your cum."
"Good girls get what they ask for."
He placed me on the bed, my hands still tied together. He placed a pillow in-between my stomach and the bed and pulled my ass up.
I waited for impact but nothing came, I was beginning to wonder if he was just toying with me until all of a sudden he thrust deep inside of me.
"Fuck!" I yelled, "Oh God Adrian!"
"See how beautifully your pussy is taking my cock?" He asked, slamming roughly inside me, his thighs hitting my butt cheek.
"I do, it's taking you in so good." I confessed.
Adrian fucked me so hard that I couldn't speak, I couldn't moan, the pleasure too overwhelming I ended up crying.
I didn't know how many times I came last night, I didn't know how many times he fucked or how I ended up falling asleep.
The sound of people arguing downstairs was what woke me up. I wanted to continue lying down because I felt so sore but I couldn't because I could hear Adrian arguing with someone.
I forced myself, taking the bathrobe that way lying carelessly on the dressing table and wore it.
I supported myself, limping all the way downstairs.
"Adrian what's going on?" The arguing suddenly stopped when they heard my voice.
I switched on the lights to see who he was arguing with this late.
What I saw made my throat dry, I didn't know if I was imagining things, what am I seeing? I know I'm not drunk so why am I seeing two Adrians?
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