6. Whatever I Decide

"Who said I'm done with you already?" Adriano questioned, a deadly smirk curling on his lips.

Adriano's voice curled through the air like smoke from a dying fire, low, dangerous and impossibly seductive. His lips curved into that signature smirk, the one that made her stomach clench and her thoughts scatter like startled birds. It was the expression of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and had never once been denied it.

Anny stared up at him, her brow furrowing as confusion flickered in her lust-dazed eyes. She tried to process the hidden meaning behind his words, her mind racing despite the fog of pleasure still clinging to her. 

‘He isn't done with me yet? What the hell is that supposed to mean?’ She studied his face, searching for clues. ‘He's still a complete stranger to me and I'm not fucking familiar with his dictionary. But honestly, I don't feel he's going to fuck me when he just fucked my mother a few minutes ago. He might just want some pleasure or he's trying to figure out what's in my mind. He has nothing else to offer.’

The image flashed unbidden through her mind, her mother parted in sounds Anny had tried desperately not to hear. The memory made something hot and uncomfortable twist in her gut. Jealousy? Disgust? Some toxic blend of both that she didn't want to examine too closely.

She was so utterly lost in her thoughts, so completely absorbed in trying to read him, that she almost missed the shift in his posture. But even lost in her own head, she couldn't ignore the way the air in the room changed, becoming charged and electric, crackling with an intensity that made the fine hairs on her arms stand at attention.

"Turn around for me, baby girl." His voice was pure authority now, stripped of any pretense at gentleness.

Anny's body reacted before her mind could catch up. She was not in a state to disobey. Her will had dissolved somewhere in the space between his words and her racing heart, leaving behind only the primal urge to submit, to obey, to give this man whatever he asked of her. 

Silently, she followed his instruction, rolling onto her stomach as she presented her back to him and the anticipation of what might come next made her entire body tremble with an almost violent intensity. She was totally hot and ready for him, her body thrumming with need even as he stood a few feet away, watching her.

Her palms were slick with sweat. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps that made her chest rise and fall in an unsteady rhythm. The space between her thighs throbbed with a desperate, aching heat that she couldn't ignore. 

Adriano moved closer, the mattress dipping under his weight as he positioned himself behind her. She could feel the heat of him at her back, that magnetic warmth that seemed to radiate from his skin and wrap around her like an embrace she hadn't asked for but desperately craved. 

He harshly pulled her legs apart, spreading her knees wide and Anny's pussy was open and on full display for him. He could see her juices, flowing down her inner thighs and wetting the bed cover beneath her. He gently brushed his forefinger over her wetness, a featherlight touch that teased her slit and tested her patience.

Anny shuddered even at the mere second of contact, a desperate whimper escaping her lips. "Ummm…"

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice pitched low and intimate, meant only for her ears. "Such a messy little thing and I haven't even touched you properly yet."

Anny whimpered, a sound of pure, undiluted need that escaped her lips before she could think to suppress it. Her thighs trembled with the effort of staying still, of not pressing them together to relieve the unbearable ache building at her core.

"How do you feel exactly, babygirl?" Adriano asked, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he leaned in close. 

His nose nuzzled against the sensitive curve of her neck, his warm breath ghosting over her skin and raising goosebumps in its wake. Anny was already breathing heavily, her chest heaving. She gasped when he suddenly gave her a hickey, a sharp suction that pulled at her skin, leaving a dark mark. She moaned his name, her hips instinctively pushing back against him.

"I need your words, babygirl." His lips curled into that familiar smirk against her burning skin and she could feel the shape of his arrogance pressed against her neck. "You'll have to tell me what's on your mind. Every dirty little thought. Every desperate little wish. I want to hear it all."

His fingers never stopped moving. They traced idle patterns across her bare skin, down the curve of her spine, across the flare of her hips, along the trembling plane of her stomach. He touched her everywhere except where she needed him most, deliberately avoiding that aching, empty place that cried out for him. He was enjoying this, teasing her, drawing out her desperation.

She couldn't stand it anymore. She enjoyed them far too much, each brush of his fingers sending electricity sparking through her veins. But she needed more. She was burning alive from the inside out and only he had the power to extinguish the flames.

"Arghhh… Adriano…. I…. I need you… You… I need… need you inside me." She managed to complete her words with great difficulty, her voice trembling. 

Adriano pulled back just enough to look at her face and what she saw in his eyes made her breath catch. His pupils were blown wide, the dark irises nearly swallowed by black. A mischievous grin spread across his handsome features. 

"Are you willing to take whatever I give you, babygirl?" Adriano raised his eyebrows, a mischievous grin appearing on his face. His eyes held a wicked glint, as if he already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it. "Whatever I decide you deserve? Whatever I choose to grant you?"

Anny nodded quickly, her head bobbing frantically. She was ready to take anything, whatever he offered, to accept whatever pleasure or pain he deemed fit to bestow upon her. She was so hot, so impossibly turned on, that rational thought had abandoned her entirely.

"How bad do you need it?" He asked, sliding his finger from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, over her parted lips, down the column of her throat, pausing to feel her racing pulse, then tracing the valley between her breasts, down the flat plane of her stomach, until his fingers hovered just above her wet folds. 

Anny arched her back, pressing her ass against him, trying to get some friction. “Adriano… Please…" 

She begged, her voice cracking with desperation. His eyes grew darker, harder, the playful cruelty giving way to something more intense and more feral. His hand shot up and fisted in her hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands and pulling her head back sharply. The sting of it made her gasp, her throat exposed and vulnerable, her eyes forced to meet his.

"Dare you call me by my name again. It's daddy for you, babygirl,” his voice was low and lethal, each word a warning wrapped in velvet.

His husky, low, dominating tone sent a chill down Anny's spine, awakening something primal inside her. Then, without warning, he entered his two fingers inside her all at once, thrusting deep into her slick, tight cunt.

"Ahhh…. Fuckkk…." Anny cried out, her eyes rolling back as her walls clenched around his digits.

The curse ripped from her throat, echoing off the walls of the room. Her inner walls clenched around his invading fingers, desperate to draw him deeper, to keep him there, to wring every last drop of pleasure from this moment.

"Do you understand?" He asked again in his commanding tone, curling his fingers inside her, pressing against that sweet spot that made her see stars.

"Ye.. Yess… Daddy!" Anny couldn't help moaning. 

The word was an offering and a surrender, a recognition of exactly who held the power here. It felt right on her tongue, forbidden and thrilling.

"So obedient, babygirl!" Adriano patted her cheeks with his free hand, a gesture that should have been condescending but somehow felt like the highest praise. She found herself leaning into the touch like a cat seeking affection. "Such a good little girl for Daddy."

Anny trembled, waiting for more. She expected him to unzip his trousers, to finally fill her with his thick cock. But instead, she felt his weight moving away from her. As he got up from the bed, she immediately started to miss his warmth. 

The sudden absence of his warmth hit her like a splash of ice water, shocking her system and leaving her gasping. She shivered despite the perfectly controlled temperature of the room, her body instantly mourning the loss of his heat. All of a sudden, the room felt cold, even in the perfectly balanced temperature. She turned around, confusion and frustration etched on her face.

Adriano stood by the bed, pulling his trousers back on with deliberate movements with the casual grace of a man who had done this a thousand times, who could turn desire on and off like a switch, who had no idea or perhaps knew exactly what he was doing to her. 

"Not tonight, babygirl. Your mother would be up any moment now," he said, his voice carrying that same infuriating smirk. “We wouldn't want her catching us like this, would we, baby girl?"

Anny's mouth fell open. She was flabbergasted, staring at him in disbelief. He had reduced her to a quivering, dripping mess, brought her to the brink of ecstasy and now he was just leaving? Her mind struggled to process the cruelty of his tease.

He walked toward the door with the confidence of a man who owned every room he entered, but paused at the threshold, glancing back over his shoulder with dark eyes, a smirk still playing on his lips.

"Sweet dreams, darling."

And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

She lay there on the rumpled bed, her legs still spread, her body still aching, still throbbing, still burning with the fire he had stoked and then abandoned. The emptiness between her legs was almost painful now, a hollow ache that pulsed with every heartbeat. She cursed him under her breath, frustration boiling over. 

"Fucking bastard," she hissed, throwing a pillow at the empty doorway.

But even as she said it, her fingers drifted down between her legs, finding her wetness, imagining it was his mouth, his fingers, his cock. He had given her just enough to drive her mad and then taken it all away with a smirk and a promise that meant nothing.

Anny grabbed the nearest pillow and pressed it over her face, letting out a muffled scream of pure frustration. She cursed his arrogant smirk and his commanding voice and those wicked, wicked fingers that had touched her so perfectly. She cursed the way her body still craved him, even now, even after he had left her like this.

She closed her eyes, her breath quickening as she took matters into her own hands, fantasizing about the moment he would come back because she knew, deep down, that he would.