Chapter 184: Fuck Me Like You Hate Me
Chapter 184: Fuck Me Like You Hate Me
Camilla
"Are you sure you are okay with this, Princess?" Adriano pants against lips, his hair slightly tousled from where my fingers are still gripping onto.
"There is so much more we should probably talk about and I don't want you to feel pressured just because I am a little stressed."
We both knew he was more than a little stressed but there was no way in hell that I was backing out now that I had kissed him. I needed this release just as much as him and I mean something that is so much bigger than just a few orgasms.
"I want you," I said and my words sounded so unlike me and so lust driven I would have blushed under different circumstances.
"Believe it or not, Adriano. I have fantasies about being roughly handled by you ever since Domenico told me you were interested in consensual non-consent."
I think my words might have surprised him a little but when I shifted in his lap, there was no doubt about how much we both wanted this. Leaning forward slightly, I turned his head until my mouth was hovering right below his ear, smiling to myself at his reaction.
"I want to fúck me like you hate me and then hold me when we were both too spent to move." That was all it took before whatever little control he had left snapped.
A mixture of a groan and a growl built deep in his chest as he pulled me back by my hair, looking at me in the way I had been waiting for. My heart raced excitedly as understanding passed through us, understanding of what we were about to do together and I trusted with every part of me that he would take care of me. I knew that because he didn't just jump into things and kiss me again. Instead, he gently lifted me off his lap and onto the couch beside him so we could do what was most important for scenes like this.
"Let's discuss our limits." He said.
While the two of us had already signed a general bdsm contract together, we spent just over an hour doing nothing but talking about our interests all over again. He took every tool I agreed for impact play off the table because he said for the first time, it can make things dangerous if I am moving too much to get away.
On the other side of things, I said no to blindfolds since I really didn't want to miss a single part of what was about to happen and I feared it might trigger me to not be able to see what was happening given my history. Things that weren't limited normally became them for the night and vice versa, all reasons in which it was so important to communicate beforehand like we are now.
I may have been soaked from talking about sex for the last hour with the epitome of sex himself but after enough time, we were able to also establish an outline of sorts as to what we were going to do. While a lot of tonight would be us acting on our natural instincts, Adriano and I discussed a lot of the events that would be taking place as well in almost more details than my body could handle.
Everything I needed to feel comfortable had been offered and now I am currently in our playroom at the club, alone and practically shaking from how turned on I was. We agreed this would begin with a game of hide and seek of sorts and with him not currently in the room, I was to hide as best as I could in the limited space we had.
Considering this wasn't a usual scene, I didn't take off a single piece of clothing as I hid behind the door leading into the bathroom. The thought of him ripping my clothes off my body had me shivering with desire anyways. I had no idea how long it would take him before he decided to come into the room but I didn't expect it to be within thirty seconds of me hiding.
It was the four digit passcode on the lock I heard first and then the sound of the door opening, closing and then the sound of unhurried footsteps into the room.
"You know it is quite rude to break into other people's property without permission, little one." He said calmly, his dominance flowing over to me from those words alone.
I urged my heart to steady as my hand covered my mouth, praying he couldn't hear the uneven breaths threatening to reveal me. Of course they were naturally louder to my own ear than his but I was well aware of what his specialty was for work. He knew how to hunt and there wasn't a doubt in my mind he didn't already know where I was.
"Don't be afraid," he smiled as I watched him through the crack of the door, my breath hitching at the sight of the small knife twirling expertly between his fingers.
"Why don't we talk about what happens to bad girls who break the rules?"
Despite already expecting the weapon, it didn't change the shocking effect of actually seeing it. He handled the blade with such grace and precision it had my knees wanting to buckle, my eyes tearing away from the sight in fear he would sense my gaze on him. He had wanted me to listen to his footsteps when he first came into the room but all I was met with now was deafening silence. I squirmed and shifted under the pressure like a rabbit caught in a snare and I truly felt like prey when I braved looking back to the room just to find unoccupied space.
"Found you," a deep voice snuck up behind me and then I was running, trying to slam the door close as I moved towards the only exit here.
I didn't expect the adrenaline to make me feel as good as it did but a part of me came alive from my futile attempt at escaping. The beauty of this is that both of us knew how this was going to end and getting away wasn't a possibility he would allow. Grasping at the feeling of a large hand grabbing onto my waist, my front was abruptly pushed against the wall, barely even close to the door as a heavy weight kept me still.
"Let go of me," I fought against the way his one thigh pressed firmly between my two, my clit rubbing against him as I squirmed.
"You think you can disrespect me like this and run away without punishment?" His chilling voice chuckled close enough to my ear that I could feel his exhale in amusement.
"Because let me tell you a little secret, you can't."
A whimper fell past my lips as I was nearly lifted onto my tiptoes from the force of his legs, an intense pressure rubbing against myself from my struggle. There was no question about how much bigger the man at my back was than me but I was also trained and knew how to get out of a hold like this. I just prayed it wouldn't be something I would regret even if I have previous consent to do it.
Feeling his one hand roughly begin to tug at my shirt, I used it as motivation as I raised my head back, connecting with his jaw hard due to the height difference. I smiled as he stumbled back just enough for me to get free, shoving his way as I took a few cautious movements closer to the door. In any other case, I would have run but for the briefest of moments, my eyes met his and held there. I took in the heavy rise and fall of his chest that matched my own, traveling up to where his fingers were brushing against this place I had hit.
I am near certain it will have a faint bruise come tomorrow morning but it wasn't guilt that had me frozen in place, it was the terrifying smirk that curled across his lips as though we were a little proud of the action and even more turned on. Fúck, I tracked the movement the second he took a step towards me, recovering frighteningly quickly from the impact when I turned and spun back to the door.
There was a little more distance between us this time but he was faster than what should be humanly possible. I only made it two steps before my hope was crushed, s firm grasp locking onto my shoulder and taking me to the ground. My balance betrayed me as I was forced to grit my teeth as I fell, his pressing weight following me down.
"So quick to run but not nearly quick enough." He mocked, a hand holding onto my neck and effectively pinning me to the floor.
I tried to buck out of his hold but couldn't, feeling that freeing rush of control transfer over to the man holding me. That is what he was doing right now, despite following along with the scene, he also made sure I was feeling safe in the most subtle ways he knew I needed.
"It is a shame, really." He continued his act of demeaning disappointment, the daze from my cushioned fall slowly fading away into more thrashing and squirming beneath him.
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