Chains Of Ecstacy

CHAPTER 1

I should’ve known better than to tease him.

The moment I felt the chain of cool metal slap around my throat, I realised I had pushed him way too far. A few moments ago I was stepping out of the fancy hotel lobby into the night air, pretending to giggle at some man’s awful joke just to watch Adrian’s jaw clench across the room.

The next moment, my body was slammed against the side of the black SUV, cheeks pressed into the tinted glass and his breath grazing the back of my neck.

“You think this is a game princess?” He growled, his voice dangerously low enough that only I could hear. It was sharp enough to make all my bravado come crumbling down.

The valet stand was just a few feet away, with guests walking out of the gala in tuxedos and tight gowns, all of them oblivious. Adrian’s gloved hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it back so hard my lips parted as I gasped.

I felt every inch of his body against mine, hard muscle and bubbling rage wrapped in a suit.

I should have fought, should have reminded him that he was paid to protect and not man handle me. But my thighs pressed together instead, hot liquid pooling out in between them with a shameful ache I couldn’t ignore.

“Answer me,” He boomed.

“No-o,” My voice came out as a cracked whisper.

“No what?” He tightened the chain on my neck, until I could feel it bite into my skin.

“No daddy.”

The sound he made was a half laugh, a half scoff and I could feel the vibration against my spine. “That’s much better. Now spread your legs like the slut you are before I make a scene they’ll never forget.”

A car engine roared to life nearby. The valet opened a passenger door for a laughing couple. My skin burned with the shame of being pinned there, skirt riding high even though everyone was so close. Despite that I obeyed, parting my thighs just enough for him to wedge his between them.

The rough press of his hard muscles against my core made a loud moan slip from my lips. His plan clamped over my mouth in an instant.

“You want them to hear your slutty sounds?” He growled. “Want them to know how desperate you get when I touch you?”

I shook my head vigorously but he didn’t believe me. He never did. His hands trailed lower, hooking the side of my lace panties. He tugged them to the side with a roughness that made my breath stop.

The cold night air hit my bare pussy, and shame flooded me at how wet my folds already were.

“Fuck,” He groaned, voice ragged. “You’re dripping wet princess. Standing out here in public, begging me with your body while you play your spoiled little games. I need to remind you who owns this slutty body of yours.”

Before I could think, two thick fingers plunged into my wet pussy. My scream was muffled against his palm as my nails curled into the sleek metal of the car. I didn’t get a second to think as he pumped his fingers into my hole ruthlessly.

He curled them right into me, the sounds echoing through the night air.

“Look at you,” He rasped. “Clenching around me like your pussy was made for my hand. Maybe it was. Maybe that’s why you can’t stay away from me. Hm princess?”

My eyes slid shut, humiliation and ecstasy moulding together inside of me. Adrian dragged his soaked fingers out of me, only to slap it lightly against my clit. My back arched, pleasure running through my spine as I moaned against his palm.

“Open your mouth.”

With my mind in a daze, I obeyed and he shoved those same soaked fingers in between my lips. The taste of myself coated my tongue, filthy but intoxicating.

“Such a good girl for me,” He smirked. “Now, suck.”

I did, hollowing my cheeks as my tongue roamed his fingers until he groaned low in his throat. For a moment I had hoped he would give me a break, but the harsh tug on the collar yanked me upright, back arching as his other hand slipped lower once again.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

My mind was a blank sheet, my body writhing as he fingers slipped into my needy hole again. Every scrape of his fingers against my insides sent shocks of pleasure all over my body. My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release.

He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.”

Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out.

The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy.

Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me with precision.

My body betrayed. I was arching, grinding and chasing his touch even though footsteps drew closer. Maybe I was a slut just like he had said.

“Smile,” He whispered into it ear.

My lips curved into a shaky smile just as a pair of strangers passed by, shooting us a glance. To them, we looked like a couple tangled in a heated kiss. They couldn’t see his fingers buried into my hole, and couldn’t here the dirty wet sounds each thrust made.

I bit my lips hard as I clenched around him, another round of pleasure rippling through me. He felt it of course, curling his fingers until my thighs quivered.

“Beg,” He demanded.

“Please,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Please daddy, let me finish.”

He chuckled, satisfied. He pulled his hand free again, smearing my wetness across my inner thigh.

“Not tonight princess. Tonight you’ll understand just who owns you.”

The chain around my neck loosened suddenly and the collar slipped into his palm. He pocketed the item, straightening his suit like nothing had happened while I was left trembling against the SUV.

Then, with the most dangerous smile, he leaned down and whispered into my ear.

“Get in the car, we’re not done.”