Used by My Dominant Boss Pt 4

Chapter 4

The grand double doors of Adrian’s bedroom swung open with a slow creak, the hinges groaning under the weight of the huge space in front.

My breath hitched as Adrian carried me across the room, his arms cradling me as if I were something precious, yet his grip was unyielding, possessive.

The muscles in his forearms flexed with every step, the veins tracing a path beneath his skin. The man looked so strong.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his chest rose and fell with controlled breaths, as though he were restraining himself from devouring me right then and there.

The room itself was a masterpiece. A king-sized bed stayed in the centre, draped in black silk sheets that shimmered under the dim glow of the night.

The headboard was carved from dark wood, its patterns twisting like vines, and above it hung a massive gilded mirror, reflecting the bed.

My fingers curled into the fabric of Adrian’s shirt. I had dreamed of this moment, fantasised about it late at night, but now that it was here, reality was so much more overwhelming.

Adrian lowered me onto my feet, but his hands didn’t leave my body. One remained splayed across the small of my back, pressing me flush against him, while the other tangled in my hair, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

His eyes were dark, almost black in the low light, the pupils blown with something feral. "Tell me, Leila," he murmured, his voice a rough velvet that sent shivers down her spine, "why did you wait so long?"

The question caught me by surprise. I knew what he was asking…why had I held myself back, why had I denied myself pleasure until now?

My lips parted, my breath trembling as I exhaled. "Because I was waiting for the right person," I whispered, my voice barely audible. The admission felt raw, vulnerable, but the way Adrian’s grip tightened in my hair, the way his thumb traced the curve of my cheekbone, told me he approved.

I lifted my hand, my fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. His skin was warm, and beneath it, I could feel the steady throb of his pulse.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my palm. "And you think the man who convinced you to be his obedient sub is the right person?" His words were filled with amusement, but there was an edge to them, a challenge. He wanted me to say it myself.

I didn’t flinch. I held his gaze, "I always wanted to feel that special spark, Sir," I said, my voice steadier now. "And I did."

The moment the words left my lips, something shifted in the air between us. Adrian’s expression darkened, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhaled my scent. His free hand slid down, his knuckles grazing the side of my breast, and I arched into the touch, a soft gasp escaping me.

For a heartbeat, he simply studied me, his eyes roaming over my face as if memorising every detail. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips pressing against my forehead in a kiss that was almost reverent.

The difference between the tenderness of the gesture and the hunger in his touch sent a jolt through me, my nipples tightening beneath the thin fabric of my dress.

But the moment of gentleness was short. Before I could even draw another breath, Adrian’s hand was in my hair again, his fingers tangling tightly as he yanked my head back, exposing the delicate line of my throat. His mouth crashed down on mine.

I melted against him, my body responding instinctively. My legs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into the firm muscle of his ass as I pulled myself closer. My hands gripped his shoulders, my fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt, needing something…anything.

Adrian’s tongue forced its way past my lips, sweeping into my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and mint, his kiss deepening as I moaned into him, my body already aching with need. The wet sound of our mouths moving together filled the room, loud and intoxicating.

He pulled back just enough to look at my reaction, his breath hot against my swollen lips.

My pussy throbbed, already dripping, the ache between my thighs almost unbearable. I could feel the dampness seeping into my panties, the evidence of my desire impossible to hide.

Adrian’s eyes flicked down, his gaze darkening as he took in the way my body betrayed me. A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, slow and predatory.

"Fuck," he growled, the word a vibration against my lips before he claimed my mouth again.

His free hand slid down my body, his palm cupping my breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple through the fabric. The sensation sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I ground against him, my hips moving in desperate, circular motions.

The friction of his suit pants against my clit was maddening, the pressure building with every shift of my body.

Adrian broke the kiss abruptly, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His grip on my hair tightened, almost painful, as he guided me back until my shoulders hit the wall beside the bed. He held me there, his body pinning mine, his erection pressing thick and insistent against my stomach.

I whimpered, my fingers clawing at his shirt , my nails digging into the fabric as I tried to pull him closer.

"Such a greedy little thing," Adrian murmured, his voice a dark purr. His hand left my breast, trailing down my body until his fingers found the hem of my dress. With one sharp tug, the fabric tore, the sound loud in the quiet room.

I gasped, but before I could react, Adrian was already kneeling in front of me, his hands gripping my hips as he yanked my panties down my legs. The cool air hit my exposed pussy, the sudden vulnerability making me tremble.