~Kinky shit coming up~
The whip he chooses is quickly hidden behind his back, void of my view. Then he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a black silk bandana. I keep my gaze at my painted toes while he approaches me to wrap it around my cranium. The material feels soft around my eyes and around the back of my head. Suddenly, all my other senses are awakened. His touch feels so much more powerful, and I can smell his expensive cologne.
He trails his fingers from my jaw down my neck, in between my breasts, and circles my navel. His touch is soft and gentle until it's gone. I hear his footsteps behind me, and he squeezes my ass in his firm hand.
"Oh!" I giggle, mentally asking for more. The way he grabs me is such a thrilling feeling. He isn't afraid of hurting me because he knows that he can control himself. But I can feel in the atmosphere how hard it's becoming for him.
Then something, softer than his fingers, touches me. It's delicate and tickles. "A-Adrien! What is that?" I squirm while it travels up my side, hitting every ticklish nerve in my system. I scream out with laughter, pulling at the chain above me.
He doesn't answer me, instead dragging it along my spine and to my other side. The gentle kisses from the object throw another bundle of giggles from my throat.
Adrien's footsteps continue around me until he's facing me again, taking the object with him. The feather-like object circles my bell button just like his fingers did. He jerks the object away from me and I'm hit with a stinging slap. I'm left shocked while the sound reverberates on the walls. Why did that feel good?
"Too much?" He asks once the echo dissipates.
"N-no, I liked it." I reply. "Again," I demand, quirking my parted lips into a smirk. He strikes me with the whip again. It's not a crop, flogger, or paddle. It's just a standard whip. When he does it a third time, I let out a toe-curling moan.
Through the bandana, I feel his gaze. "I have a question." I state. He hums as a response. "Do you have a spiked paddle?" The aura around us freezes like he's shocked by the question.
"Are you serious? Do you know how much those hurt?"
"No, but that's why I'm asking. I want you to use one on me." Jesus, I sound like a fucking masochist.
I hear his receding footsteps while he presumably retrieves it. He's back in an instant. His body is tense and his breathing is labored. Why is he so worked up?
"Adrien, just breathe."
"Last time I used one of these...I got carried away. I broke through my client's skin, Marinette." My breath hitched, but not in fear but in sympathy.
"I'll shout 'stop' if it's too much, okay? Trust me, Adrien." I hear him release a heavy breath that I'm thankful for. The air around us is less tense.
I ready myself, bracing every inch of my skin. He steps around me until he's behind me once again. My muscles tense, but he puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Just breathe, Marinette" He repeats my words, and I feel myself releasing the tension. His hand trails from my shoulder down the length of my spine and he fondles my butt cheek, the left one. Then he finally strikes.
"Agh!" I clench my teeth and hiss through them. The weird tingling sensations the paddle bring me sizzle underneath my skin right where the spikes contacted my ass. It hurt but felt so insanely good. "Again, please."
He brings the paddle to the other cheek this time and the same sensations run through my nerves. I find myself squeezing my thighs together to help ease the burning ache that's building in my core. Without being told this time, he strikes both sides of my ass one after the other. I arch my back while the pain simmers to nothing, but the pleasure keeps building.
"Fuck, Adrien! I-I need you...now." He freezes behind me again. Is this the first time a female has asked him to fuck them? Certainly not.
"A-are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure. Please, Adrien...please." I pant and whisper 'please' like a chant. He puts his hands back on me, and I mewl just from the contact alone. His hands trace my hip bones before strolling upwards with his thumbs kneading my spine.
He suddenly drops his hands from me, and I hear the paddle fall to the floor with a thud. The metal spikes clank against the hard floor. His heavy footsteps resound around me until he's in front of me, standing proud with his delicious aroma. I hear material being carelessly thrown to the side then a belt buckle hits the floor too. For the first time, I hate this fucking bandana. I desperately want to see his naked body. Is he big? Does he have nice abs? God, I want to know what his naked shoulders look like!
The chains above my head clunk together repeatedly, and I'm dropped to the ground. My feet feel weird laying flat; I'm so used to being on my tiptoes. His hands contact my ass again, but this time it's more so a cradle than a grope. I love it when he's hardcore, but his gentle side is even better. He lifts me off the ground, so my legs wrap around his hips instinctively.
"Is this okay?" I ask, putting my hands on his shoulders.
"It's more than okay." I give him a toothy grin. He huffs out a husky chuckle in return.
He walks forward a few feet until my back collides with the brick wall behind me. With the support on my back, I allow myself to analyze him. Underneath my palms is taut skin with broad muscles lying within. My bare breasts are pushed against more lean muscle, and his warm skin hardens my buds immediately. I hear him growl lowly. His hips are wide with a large package kept between them. The boner he's managed to contain is prodding against my ass.
"I can only assume you look as handsome as you feel." I say, earning another laugh from him. Our breathing regularizes together. When we both have steady hearts and calm breathing, he pushes at my entrance. I'm soaking wet and dripping with more lust than I want to admit, but he's fucking huge.
"Holy crap. You're so tight, Mari." My eyes widen underneath my blindfold. I haven't been called Mari since high school...and only by one person. Without realizing it, he fills me completely. I don't even let out a moan. My thoughts are too enraptured by my past.
"I know who you are..." I mumble more to myself than to him.
"No you don't, Marinette." He rebuts. I scoff in response and yank off my blindfold. Just like I thought, my eyes meet the stunning green irises I dreamt of so many times back in high school. This is my Adrien Agreste. "No!" He shouts, but he's too late. We're already staring deep into each other's eyes with tears lining my bottom lids.
"It's really you. The Adrien Agreste. The super hot model who disappeared off the face of the planet. The boy I fell in love with." My voice drifts off, lowering to a whisper by the end. I just now realize how dilated his pupils are, like I'm the only thing he's ever wanted to see.
"Mari..." I cut him off abruptly, trying my hardest to not pay attention to his throbbing cock.
"That's why you don't let your clients look you in the eyes. You don't want people to figure out your identity. But what made you choose this as a career?" He softly kneads my ass and takes a deep breath. Slowly he softens inside of me until he makes eye contact with my desperate breasts.
"Let's save the questions for after, shall we?" He speeds through his sentence like he's in a rush, and I'm pretty sure he is. His body shifts and he hardens as he does so.
"Good idea, I think you owe me a good fuck seeing how you disappeared on me." My sentence brings a smirk to his lips, and I gulp nervously. What did I just set myself up for?
He holds me tightly in his arm and brings me to a larger wooden table at the same height as the first. I'm laid down gently, but he begins to work cuffs on my ankles and he ties my hands together above my head. When I'm secured, he hops onto the table with a condom already covering his length. To my surprise, he brings his lips to mine. I can't tell if this is how he is with other clients, but this kiss feels so passionate and determined. He's spilling me his entire truth through this kiss, and I love the taste of it.
"Can you untie my hands? I want to be able to touch you." I request. He smiles and nods, quickly untying the ropes above my head. I bring my hands down to his jaw and stroke the scruffy stubble that lies there. He leans in for another kiss, and when our lips meet, he thrusts into me.
"MM!" I moan onto his lips. We break our lips apart and dart our tongues towards one another. He dominates my mouth with his tongue, tasting me, and he is so greedy. Growls grow in his vibrating chest while he pulls out and thrusts back in. Our teeth clack against each other in the hazy cloud we both find ourselves in. We forget about everything around us except each other. When our lips aren't locked, he stares deep into my eyes, scanning my inner being for hidden secrets and gems. He has no idea how hard I fell for him.
"I love you." I blurt, and he grins widely, thrusting harder.
"I love you, Marinette." He rests his forehead onto mine for a brief moment before he turns around to unbuckle my ankles. Immediately, I wrap them around his waist, pulling him closer to my body. My hands grip onto his hair while I trail open-mouth kisses along his jaw and neck. I find his pulse point and bite down. "O-oh fuck!" I lick over the bite mark before bringing my tongue to his ear. My teeth take his earlobe between them, biting softly and letting go.
"Don't ever...leave me...again, Adrien." I gasp, out of breath. He slows his thrusts while I regain my breath.
"I'm yours, Mari. From this point on, I'm yours." I feel tears well in the corners of my eyes and he brings his lips to mine so softly, I barely feel it. He slants his lips against mine like I'm the most fragile piece of china he's ever encountered, and I love it.
Once my tears dissipate and my breath normalizes, Adrien starts pounding ruthlessly inside of me. I tug harshly on his hair, and he groans loudly at the biting pain in his neck. I clench my tight pussy around his cock, forcing his release closer. His body shakes with pleasurable tremors above me, and I think he was about to double over before he quickly shifted his forearms. One of his hands travels to my hip and turns them upwards. The new angle is mindblowing. He hits that special spot inside of me that I've only heard people talk about. I had no idea it was real until he hit it.
"A-Adrien, right there! Ah, fuck yes!" I claw my hands towards his back and leave trails of scratches. He hisses in pain before adjusting to the feeling.
For a while, my eyes were shut tight, and I opened them to see the most love-filled emerald eyes looking down at me. He looks so happy. "I love you, Marinette." He suddenly says. "I love you so goddamn much." I hear his upcoming tears in his voice.
"Shh, don't cry." I soothe as best as I can with him hammering me with his dick. He nods his head and wraps his arms around my back. Our bodies are pulled together tightly, smashing our chests.
He reconnects our lips in another battle for dominance. I whimper against his harshness. The noises from my mouth that flood his, bring needy groans from his own. He bites down on my lower lip, pulls it out, and releases it. His lips then work towards my jaw and up to my ear. He licks the shell and pulls down on my earlobe just like I did for him.
He suddenly jerks his body up and kneels in front of me with his legs spread apart. He holds onto my thighs, continuing his thrusts. I whimper at the warmth he took with him. To make up for the lost contact, I bring a hand to my clit and circle it rapidly. He watches. I stare into his eyes while he stares straight down at my hand. He eyes that same hand while I bring it to my lips and suck on my middle and ring fingers. Then I bring it back to my clit and spread the new lubricant onto my nerve bundle. I hear him grunt and groan in front of me, and his grip tightens on my thighs.
While I temper with my own pleasure, I experimentally contract my pussy around him, sucking his deep and holding onto him tightly as he tries to quicken his thrusts. Curses fly past his lips without care and I find him staring at my hand again. Electric shivers erupt in my clit and cascade through my spine until they reach my lips in the form of shrieking moans.
"Oh my God! A-Adrien, l-look at me." His head jerks from my clit to my face. "W-watch me while I cum." I see him shudder at my dirty talk. The simplest things do so much to him.
I pulse and quake in front of him while my hand does wondrous things to my clit. He throws my hand to the side and replaces it with his own. His slick thumb presses down onto my bud, circling it twice as fast as I could.
"Yes yes yes! Adrieeen!" I arch my back into the air above me. My head digs into the wooden table. His cock buries itself deep in my convulsing walls. He groans huskily. We release at the same time.
His body collapses on top of me, but I take his weight gratefully and wrap my arms and legs around him tighter. He's still nestled in my pussy, and I don't want him to pull out yet. He turns his head to the side, looking into my eyes as best as he can.
"How would you rate your experience today?" He asks in a 'professional' tone. I giggle at his playfulness.
"11 out of 10," I respond. He gives me a curt nod before nuzzling his head in between my breasts. I run my fingers through his beautiful blond hair until I find myself falling asleep.
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