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Tara writhed beneath him, her breath coming in sharp gasps as Adi’s grip on her wrists tightened. He had her exactly where he wanted—spread out, helpless, completely at his mercy.
His lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk. “Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down the length of her body, barely touching. “So impatient.”
Tara tugged at his hold, arching her back, trying to close the maddening distance between them. “Adi…”
He shook his head, clucking his tongue. “Not yet.”
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “You wanted to play, sweetheart. Now, you’ll play by my rules.”
Tara let out a frustrated whimper, her body trembling under him.
Adi’s grip on her wrists loosened only to reach for something beside the bed—a tie.
Realization dawned in her eyes, a mixture of defiance and desire flashing through them.
He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t fight it.”
Tara bit her lip, but she didn’t resist as he wrapped the silk around her wrists, securing them to the headboard.
She tested the restraints, tugging lightly, but he just smirked.
"Going somewhere?"
Her breath hitched as he trailed a single finger from her throat, down between her breasts, over her stomach, stopping just before the place she needed him most.
"Adi," she whispered, desperate already.
His lips curled into something wicked. "Patience, sweetheart."
He leaned down, his mouth grazing the swell of her breast before he bit down—not enough to hurt, just nibbling her nipples, but enough to make her arch off the bed. His tongue followed, soothing, teasing, making her writhe.
Adi sat back, his eyes trailing over her exposed form, his gaze filled with pure, unfiltered hunger.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
Tara moaned in frustration, her hips lifting off the bed. “Adi, please.”
He smirked against her stomach, pressing her down with one firm hand. “That’s better.”
She tried to move her hands, instinctively wanting to touch him, to pull him closer. The tie held firm.
"So fucking eager," he murmured, dragging his lips lower, pressing hot kisses down her stomach, over her hip bone. "But this is mine to control."
She moaned in frustration, her body burning under his slow torment.
"Adi," she pleaded.
He settled between her legs, his breath ghosting over her, so close but not touching. She was soaked—aching—yet he just watched her, drinking in every needy twitch, every desperate attempt to press herself against him.
"Such a needy little thing," he mused, his fingers parting her folds without giving her the friction she craved. "Dripping for me already. And I haven’t even touched you yet."
She whined, trying to lift her hips.
A sharp slap landed on her inner thigh, not painful, just firm enough to send a jolt straight to her core.
"None of that," he warned, gripping her hips and forcing her still. "You'll take what I give you. Nothing more."
She was losing her mind.
Then, finally—finally—his tongue flicked over her clit, light and teasing. She gasped, but before she could revel in the sensation, he pulled away.
"Not yet," he murmured against her thigh.
She nearly screamed.
His fingers traced over her, barely pressing in, slipping just inside before retreating. Every movement was slow, methodical, keeping her right on the edge but never pushing her over.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. She had no idea anymore.
"Please," she sobbed, her body trembling beneath him. "I—I can't—"
Adi chuckled darkly. "Oh, you can. And you will."
And then, without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside her, curling just right, his tongue latching onto her clit in a devastating rhythm.
She shattered..
Tara writhed beneath him, her breath coming in sharp gasps as Adi’s grip on her wrists tightened. He had her exactly where he wanted—spread out, helpless, completely at his mercy.
His lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk. “Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down the length of her body, barely touching. “So impatient.”
Tara tugged at his hold, arching her back, trying to close the maddening distance between them. “Adi…”
He shook his head, clucking his tongue. “Not yet.”
Her dress was bunched around her waist, her skin burning under his teasing touch. Every stroke of his fingers, every whisper of his lips over her body sent her spiraling deeper into a haze of need.He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “You wanted to play, sweetheart. Now, you’ll play by my rules.”
Tara let out a frustrated whimper, her body trembling under him.
Adi’s grip on her wrists loosened only to reach for something beside the bed—a tie.
Realization dawned in her eyes, a mixture of defiance and desire flashing through them.
He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t fight it.”
Tara bit her lip, but she didn’t resist as he wrapped the silk around her wrists, securing them to the headboard.
She tested the restraints, tugging lightly, but he just smirked.
"Going somewhere?"
Her breath hitched as he trailed a single finger from her throat, down between her breasts, over her stomach, stopping just before the place she needed him most.
"Adi," she whispered, desperate already.
His lips curled into something wicked. "Patience, sweetheart."
He leaned down, his mouth grazing the swell of her breast before he bit down—not enough to hurt, just nibbling her nipples, but enough to make her arch off the bed. His tongue followed, soothing, teasing, making her writhe.
Adi sat back, his eyes trailing over her exposed form, his gaze filled with pure, unfiltered hunger.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
Tara moaned in frustration, her hips lifting off the bed. “Adi, please.”
He smirked against her stomach, pressing her down with one firm hand. “That’s better.”
She tried to move her hands, instinctively wanting to touch him, to pull him closer. The tie held firm.
"So fucking eager," he murmured, dragging his lips lower, pressing hot kisses down her stomach, over her hip bone. "But this is mine to control."
She moaned in frustration, her body burning under his slow torment.
"Adi," she pleaded.
He settled between her legs, his breath ghosting over her, so close but not touching. She was soaked—aching—yet he just watched her, drinking in every needy twitch, every desperate attempt to press herself against him.
"Such a needy little thing," he mused, his fingers parting her folds without giving her the friction she craved. "Dripping for me already. And I haven’t even touched you yet."
She whined, trying to lift her hips.
A sharp slap landed on her inner thigh, not painful, just firm enough to send a jolt straight to her core.
"None of that," he warned, gripping her hips and forcing her still. "You'll take what I give you. Nothing more."
She was losing her mind.
Then, finally—finally—his tongue flicked over her clit, light and teasing. She gasped, but before she could revel in the sensation, he pulled away.
"Not yet," he murmured against her thigh.
She nearly screamed.
His fingers traced over her, barely pressing in, slipping just inside before retreating. Every movement was slow, methodical, keeping her right on the edge but never pushing her over.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. She had no idea anymore.
"Please," she sobbed, her body trembling beneath him. "I—I can't—"
Adi chuckled darkly. "Oh, you can. And you will."
And then, without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside her, curling just right, his tongue latching onto her clit in a devastating rhythm.
She shattered..
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