Page 29 of Hello Kitten
“How sweet. Go on, Emmy,” Sarah says.
“You should at least bandage it. You’ll get blood all over.” Mom huffs and shakes her head.
Adrian walks me to the elevator. The second we get in, I back away from him. “We have this weekend. That’s it. That’s all we get.”
“Emily,” he says softly.
“I’m serious,” I say to his feet. Trying to ignore the words I said to my sister. “It’s hot. We do well together in bed and you’re funny. But your job is important. If I’m the reason you lose it, we’re both fucked and not in the way we like. So after this weekend, I’m your student and nothing more.”
I can’t even look at his shoes and stare at the floor until his hand smooths over my forearm as his other hand lifts my chin. “You say a lot when you’re not looking at me.”
“Because you make being logical difficult.”
“We’ll deal with this on Sunday,” he decides.
My lips part and close, trying to come up with anything else to throw at him, but as the elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open, he takes my hand and leads me to our room.
He takes the keycard from my back pocket and lets us into our room. His eyes focus on me intently, then he points to the bed. “Sit.”
“Adrian, we can’t wait until Sunday, I need everything to be clear now. You can’t keep—”
My words falter as his lips claim mine, cupping my face between his hands. He draws out each kiss until I’m sitting down and murmurs, “stay, kitten. Stay right here while I get you a bandage.”
I huff, but obey, calling myself stupid again and again even as he starts wrapping my finger up. I open my mouth to speak, to try and finish the thought he ruined, but he kisses me again.
He keeps it up, getting more and more intense every time I try to speak. When I try for the fifth or sixth time, he groans and kisses me hard, biting my bottom lip and pushing me back. Apparently, my body doesn’t get the memo that this can’t keep happening, because I wrap my legs around him and melt into the kiss.
I moan into his mouth as I run my fingers through his hair.
It’s not fair that he feels so good.
Adrian takes off my shirt and jerks my bra down, holding my arms in place against the bed.
He shakes his head. “I wanted to be gentle.”
“So be gentle. I’m not stopping you,” I goad.
“Then you had to be so naughty in front of other people,” he says, running his nose down my throat and over my cleavage. “I’m going to have to get you a collar and leash.” He bites my breast. “One of the collars that tighten if I tug so I can keep you in line.”
“Adrian,” I pant. “You know I’m—”
He bites me, turning my sentence into a moan as I arch against him and grip the sheets. “You keep forgetting who has the power here. Even though you’re wearing my marks.”
“Please,I just—”
“Even though you were screaming my name last night, moaning for me this morning,” he continues. “Everyone on this floor knows you’re mine.”
“I’m not arguing,” I whimper.
He arches an eyebrow and pulls my bra further down, his mouth around my nipple as he pulls at my pants, undoing them and pushing them down around my thighs, trapping me. He flicks his tongue over my nipple again and shakes his head. “So I’ll just have to remind you, since everyonebutyou knows.”
“This weekend only,” I pant.
“We’ll see,” he says, continuing to work down my body. “Or you’ll learn that you’re my kitten to please. That I’m the one who makes you purr and moan and scream. That you chose to come get me ...” He jerks my pants further down, dragging my panties down too before pushing my legs up so my knees rest on my chest. “And that I know everything you need to come.”
He proves it too, licking across my pussy with a flat tongue before sucking my clit. He swats my ass, then does it again, layering pleasure and pain like no one else. Adrian keeps sucking my clit, swirling his tongue around and driving me insane.
Before I can come, he flips me over. The sound of him undoing his belt as he groans follows. “You need to be fucked into submission, Emily. I’m the man to do it.”
