I hesitated, just for a second, but that was enough.
He was on me in an instant, his hands rough and impatient. He yanked my shirt over my head, the fabric tearing as it caught on my earrings, and then he was pulling my skirt down, leaving me bare and exposed.
No teasing. No warm-up. Just his dominance and my submission.
He walked me to the table like I was a doll he was positioning.
“Hands flat. Knees wide. Ass up,” Adrian growled, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers down my spine.
I obeyed, my body moving on its own, my hands slapping against the cold leather of the table, knees spreading wide while ass lifting in the air like an offering.
The restraints clicked shut before I could even brace myself, the cold bite of leather making me gasp. I was trapped, helpless, and the thought sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.
And then I heard it-soft, sharp, foreign. A breath that didn’t belong to either of us.
I turned my head, the restraints digging into my wrists as my gaze swept the room. And there, tucked into the shadows like a secret waiting to detonate, sat someone tied to a chair.
Rope wound around his arms and legs. Duct tape pressed over his mouth. But it was his eyes that hit hardest-wide, stunned, helpless.
Ethan.
Recognition crashed through me like a tidal wave. My ex. The boy who once called me frigid, sick. Who told me I was “too much.” The boy who walked away when I asked for more than he could handle.
Adrian’s voice curled around my ear, silken and sharp. “Now he gets to see the truth, princess. What he walked away from. What he never deserved.”
My lips parted in shock, but nothing came out. Words failed. Breath failed. All I could do was feel-humiliation, power, desire-flooding through me in equal measure.
Adrian hadn’t just exposed me. He’d transformed me. And Ethan… he was just the audience.
Frozen. Forgotten. Replaced.
My body jerked in the restraints. Shame, heat, disbelief, arousal-every emotion exploded through me at once.
“Wait, he… What is he-“
He cut me off with a slap, a jolt across my ass that made my breath leave me. “No speaking. Not unless that pretty mouth of yours is moaning my name.”
Adrian didn’t give me time to protest. His hands spread me wider and I whimpered, helpless to stop him. He slid his fingers down between my thighs, slow and thorough, finding me soaked.
“Oh, she’s dripping for it,” he said, deliberately loud enough for Ethan to hear. “Why act so shocked, princess? After everything you gave me? This body remembers who it belongs to.”
His fingers circled my clit with devastating precision. I moaned, face pressing into the leather, hips jerking against the restraints.
“He thought you were fragile,” Adrian continued, dragging one finger through my folds, spreading the wetness. “But it’s him who couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take what you really needed.”
Adrian’s tongue replaced his fingers without warning, licking a slow, possessive stripe up my pussy that made me cry out. My whole body trembled, mouth opened around a sound I couldn’t contain.
“Let him watch,” he murmured between licks, tongue circling my clit in cruel, lazy motions. “Let him see what he threw away.”
I twisted against the leather. Shame curled in my stomach like a snake, but the heat in my body betrayed me. Adrian knew it. He could feel it, taste it, feed on it.
“You don’t get to hide tonight,” he said, licking me like he wanted to wreck me open. “You’re going to take every second of this and you’re going to come for me. More than once.”
I sobbed against the leather, unsure if I was crying or moaning anymore. He slipped two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I met Ethan’s wide, horrified gaze as I unraveled.
Adrian didn’t glance at him. Not once.
“This body,” he growled between strokes, “was never meant for him.”
He pulled back slightly and dragged his tongue from base to clit, slow and cruel. I cried out, trembling as another wave threatened to swallow me.
“Still think you need soft?” he murmured. “You want tender? Go ask the boy in the corner then, maybe he should try.”
I turned toward Ethan in reflex, but Adrian’s hand suddenly gripped my throat, reaching from the place where he sat under me, right between my wet thighs, and forced my gaze back down.
“No,” he said sharply. “Eyes on me.”
“I can’t,” I gasped.
His masked face hovered between my thighs, lips glistening. “You already did.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue flicking hard, relentlessly. My entire body locked, and I came again, loud and helpless. My vision blurred when I shook.
“There it is,” he said softly. “That lovely sound. That’s mine.”
A strangled sound came from Ethan, half growl, half humiliation. But Adrian didn’t stop after that. Just pressed a kiss just above where I still pulsed-deliberate, worshipping, like I was an altar and he was praying.
Then he kissed my inner thigh, right before he stood and added, low and filthy: “This is what it looks like when you’re finally where you belong.”
I was shaking, limbs limp in the cuffs, body quivering from overstimulation. But I heard it-the sound of a zipper.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw how he was already hard, his arousal straining against his pants.
Adrian stepped in front of the table, unlatched the cuffs on my wrists before he undid his belt with slow, deliberate hands. His eyes locked on mine as he pulled out his cock-thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
He gripped it in his hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at me.
“Kneel,” he commanded, his voice low and dark.
I hesitated for just a second, my eyes flicking to Ethan in the corner. Adrian’s hand gripped tightly my hair, yanking my head back sharply.
“I said kneel,” he growled in my mouth, his voice full of menace.
I obeyed, sliding off the table and dropping to my knees in front of him. His cock was right there, inches from my face, the scent of him filling my nostrils. I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for his next command.
Adrian smirked down at me, his hand still gripping his cock as he leaned in close.
“Open wide, princess,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “It’s time to show your ex what you’re really made of.”
My lips parted, trembling with anticipation and heat, and Adrian didn’t hesitate.
He pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, slow and possessive-like he had all the time in the world to defile me right in front of Ethan.
“Good girl,” he murmured, sliding in deeper. “Take it all, just like that.”
I gagged softly around him, my throat stretching as he pressed farther in. One of his hands tangled in my hair, the other resting heavy on the back of my head. He didn’t stop for a second, didn’t give me time to adjust.
Adrian held me there, cock buried in my throat, the heat of him making my eyes water.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I blinked up, tears clinging to my lashes, lips stretched wide around his thick length. His gaze was brutal, feral-dripping with possessive pride.
Behind him, I caught a glimpse of Ethan, still silent, still watching. I moaned around Adrian’s cock at the humiliation… at the power of it.
“So fucking beautiful,” Adrian growled, slowly rocking his hips. “You look better choking on my cock than you ever did trying to please him.”
Then he began to fuck my mouth. Hard. Relentless.
Wet sounds echoed through the room as saliva dripped down my chin and onto my bare chest. His hips snapped forward with increasing force, balls slapping my throat as he used my mouth like it was his to ruin.
I gagged again, but it only made him groan deeper.
“That’s right, take it. Take every inch of it,” he snarled. “You want to be a good little slut, don’t you? My little slut.”
I nodded, unable to answer with my throat full of him.
He pulled out abruptly, a thick string of spit connecting my lips to the swollen tip of his cock. I gasped for breath, chest heaving, spit and tears mixing down my cheeks.
