ADRIAN'S POVI let her ride me again. I could feel my release building up inside me, and I'm sure, Selena was closed too, I feel the muscles of her pussy squeezing me tightly as her body tense up at the sensation my cock giving her.Ohhhh...holy...... Adrian.. I'm gonna cum again... please let... ughhh... me come" she begged."No, you can't cum yet. Don't you dare! I'm close wait for me." I answered."Ughhh fuck..." Selena moaned, closing her eyes as I feel her legs shaking. I see her desperately trying to hold herself from cumming.But I won't make it easier for her, I deliberately thrust on her faster and harder making sure that the sensation of my cock will pushed her to the edge."Ohhhhh... godd... I can't hold it anymore!" Selena screamed, her head stretched up and eyes rolled back as she lost control. I felt her body shook as she made her release while I continued to thrust on her. I grunted as her tight pussy tightened more around my cock, it squeezed my cock as she came on me
DAMIEN'S POV The last time I spoke to Adrian, it was a hurried call from a sun-drenched resort in France. I’d broken the news about extending my trip, a last-minute decision that I knew would throw his meticulously planned schedule into chaos. Guilt gnawed at me, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Now, silence.France had been more than just sun and relaxation. I’d closed a massive deal, securing a partnership, granting us access to medical supplies at drastically reduced prices. A secret weapon I was eager to unveil to Adrian in person, see the pride in his eyes. It also a way to repay him for the burden I always seemed to place on his shoulders.I’d collected a mountain of gifts – a vintage scarf for Sienna, our ever-efficient secretary, and black scarf and bottles of that ridiculously expensive whiskeys and wines Adrian liked.The French Riviera was a whirlwind of meetings and forced smiles, punctuated by too much champagne and the persistent advances of women I had no i
DAMIEN'S POVThe aroma of chicken broth and ginger clung to the air as I carefully made my way down the penthouse hallway, the bowl of soup warm in my hands. I’d actually managed to cook something edible. Then I saw him.Adrian, pale and unsteady, was using the wall for support, shuffling along like a newborn fawn. My brow furrowed. What was he doing out of bed?"Adrian! What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay in bed and wait for me?" My voice came out sharper than intended.He looked up, a sheepish expression on his face. "I didn't want to feel like such a burden, Damien. It's just a fever. I can walk, you know. I'm not bedridden."I couldn’t help but feel a surge of… something. Irritation? Concern? It was all tangled up. I stepped closer, ruffling his already messy hair. "Why are you so stubborn, Adrian? Do I need to tie you to the bed to get you to obey me?" I flicked his forehead, a habit from college.Adrian blinked a couple of times, a strange look in his eyes. He ac
DAMIEN'S POVThe scent of disinfectant and lavender hit me as I crossed the threshold of the clinic. Home sweet, sterile home. It felt good to be back after a week away in France. Sienna, our ever-reliable all around staff, greeted me with a polite smile."Welcome back, Dr. Dickins," she said, her voice crisp and professional."Thank you, Sienna. Good to be back. Could you follow me to my office for a few minutes? I'd like to catch up."She nodded and trailed behind me as I headed down the hallway. I sank into my swivel chair, the familiar leather a welcome comfort after a long flight. Sienna stood by the edge of my desk, her posture ramrod straight."Please, have a seat, Sienna," I gestured to the chair opposite mine.Before we dove into work, I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped package. "This is for you. A small token of my appreciation for holding down the fort while I was gone. And as a peace offering for any inconvenience my absence caused."Sienna's eyes widen
ADRIAN'S POV I reached for the bottom drawer, the one where I meticulously filed all sensitive documents.I yanked the drawer open. My stomach plummeted. It wasn't there. The folder, marked clearly with Selena’s name and the date, was gone. The signed agreement, the one that definitively stated Selena Quinn willingly participated in the after-hours session, was gone. Vanished. And without it, I was vulnerable."What the...? I swear I put it here!" I raked through the other files, the panic now a roaring monster in my ears. It had to be here. It had to be."Oh, Adrian," Selena purred, sitting comfortably at the couch, her arms crossed. "Where's the proof you were bragging about? The written agreement? Show it to me. Let us see your shield."I cleared my throat, trying to project an authority I didn't feel. "It wasn't here," I said, the words sounding weak even to my own ears.Her smile widened, a viper about to strike. "Oh, how unfortunate for you. Clearly, you should have hidden it i
DAMIEN'S POVSienna's voice dripped with a forced casualness that did nothing to soothe the simmering rage already bubbling inside me. "Damien, Selena Quinn is here. She… uh… she just went into Adrian's office and closed the door."Selena Quinn. CEO of Quinn BioMed Innovations. The woman who held the keys to the cutting-edge diagnostic machine our clinic desperately needed. The woman who was now, apparently, having a closed-door meeting with Adrian. I clenched my jaw. A meeting? Or something else entirely?I stormed towards Adrian's office, the carpet doing little to muffle the angry thud of my footsteps. My hand shook slightly as I fumbled with the master key, the metal cold against my skin. What the hell was going on?The lock clicked, and I shoved the door open, my mind already formulating a scathing rebuke about professionalism and jeopardized deals. But the words died in my throat.There they were. Adrian, pinned against his plush swivel chair, and Selena Quinn, practically drap
DAMIEN'S POV"Leave soft kisses on her thighs one at a time and upon reaching her pussy, give the surrounding area of her clitoris a soft kiss then go up to her another leg then repeat the process at least three times. At this point, she will be battling with the pleasured agony and anticipation of when you're going to lick her clitoris. You can also tease her until she nears on getting crazy with your lick by getting really close to her cunt and clitoris but only give them one or two licks then proceed to another part of her body far from it.""Take your time lavishing every nook and cranny of her pussy, leave nothing untouched by your lips and tongue. Swirl your tongue in her clitoris as long as she wants. Make her beg for more. Make her addicted to the pleasure you're giving her. Mark, you can make her cum just by your mouth. Her orgasm will heighten her senses more. It will be a prelude to the main show.""Ugghhhhh... Mark.... baby.... I'm gonna.... fuckkk... cum" Emily warn him.
ADRIAN'S POVIt’s been three days. Three agonizing days of pacing, rehearsing, and ultimately failing to conjure the right words. How do you explain something so twisted, so…wrong?Damien caught me. Selena, practically straddling me in my own damn swivel chair, her lips glued to mine. It looked exactly as bad as it was. Except, it wasn’t what it looked like. Not entirely.God, I hate Selena.How do I tell Damien, my best friend, that I’m being blackmailed? That Selena, that viper disguised as a woman, is threatening to ruin me with sexual assault charges?She has proof, dammit. Forensic exam results that paint me as a predator. She’s holding them over my head, demanding I play her twisted game. And the game, of course, involves her getting whatever she wants. Right now, what she wants is me.She used that state-of-the-art diagnostic machine against me. The one our clinic desperately needs. The one Damien is secretly, obsessively fixated on. He’s been trying to play it cool, acting lik
ADRIAN'S POVSuddenly, sirens wailed in the distance. The police were coming."We have to go," she hissed at Brent, her voice shaking. "Now!"Brent looked confused, but Delilah grabbed his arm and dragged him towards their car. He hesitated for a moment, glancing back at me, the ice pick still poised against my neck."This isn't over, Adrian," he growled. "You haven’t seen the last of us."With that, they scrambled into their car and sped out of the parking lot, leaving me trembling in their wake.Damien rushed to my side, his face etched with concern. "Adrian! Are you okay? Let me see that cut."I nodded, pressing my hand against my neck. "Yeah, I think so. Just a scratch."He examined the wound, his expression grim. "That needs stitches. Let's get you to the emergency room."As we waited for the police to arrive, Damien put his arm around me, pulling me close. "I'm so glad you're okay," he murmured."Me too," I said, leaning into him. "Thank you, Damien. You saved my life.""That's
ADRIAN'S POV We sat around the polished mahogany table, the seriousness was palpable. Damien, ever the reassuring presence, sat beside me. Across from us, Mr. Harrison, our lawyer, a man whose calm demeanor usually put me at ease, was now radiating a focused intensity. Beside him, Mr. Harding, the private investigator, a man who dealt in shadows, kept his gaze sharp and unwavering. We were strategizing for a war I never wanted to fight, a war with my own family."Adrian," Mr. Harrison began, his voice cutting through the tension, "as we've discussed, your position is legally sound. The will is airtight, and the law is on your side. However, we need to prepare for every eventuality."He was referring to Delilah, my stepmother, and Brent, my stepbrother. They’d slithered back into my life like the vipers they were, demanding half of everything my father had left me. Years of silence, years of no contact, shattered in an instant with their audacious claim.I sighed, running a hand throu
DAMIEN'S POV The sterile scent of disinfectant hung heavy in the air as I stretched, the last of my morning patients finally seen. My back popped in protest, a familiar ache that signaled the end of another busy shift. I stepped out of my office, intending to flag down Sienna, our ever-efficient secretary, and check my afternoon schedule.As I rounded the corner, Adrian's office door caught my eye. It was closed. And locked.A knot of unease tightened in my gut. Adrian never locked his door during consultations. It was an open invitation, a silent reassurance to his patients that he was approachable, available. The only time I ever saw that door locked was… well, it was a memory I’d rather bury. The memory of catching Adrian and Selena in a compromising position.A flicker of anger, a possessive rage, threatened to ignite. Has he… was he doing it again? But reason quickly doused the flames. Adrian wasn't stupid. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. This felt different, heavier. S
ADRIAN'S POV Tuesday morning. Supposedly a fresh start, but all I felt was the lingering echo of Monday’s panic attack. Those damn cable ties. I hadn’t seen them for a very long time, not really, until the utility crew left them haphazardly under my desk. Just a forgotten detail, but to me, they were a portal back to a nightmare I thought I conquered but no, the fear isn't conquered, it's just buried deep down waiting to resurfaced again anytime. I rearranged my schedule, squeezing in patients who were understanding, if a little inconvenienced, by my unexpected… episode. Before I dared to sit, I glanced under my desk. Empty. Relief washed over me, a temporary reprieve from the suffocating dread. It was foolish, I knew. I was a grown man, a successful doctor. I should be able to handle a few plastic ties. But the truth was, the fear wasn’t about the object itself, it was about what it represented: helplessness, violation, the utter loss of control. My first patient, Greg, was a yo
DAMIEN'S POV I felt…good. Genuinely good. The air between Adrian and me had been thick with unspoken tension for weeks, a suffocating cloud of misunderstanding I couldn’t quite grasp. The relief was palpable. It had been hanging over me for days, this suffocating fear that Adrian was somehow slipping away. We’d had… not a fight, exactly. Just a distance. A coolness that settled between us, a space where easy conversation used to flow. But this morning, we’d talked. Really talked. About the little things that bothered us, about everything and nothing.And now? It was gone. The distance had evaporated. I felt like I could breathe again. He was here, my Adrian, my best friend.I even felt a pang of guilt remembering the selfish thought I’d blurted out this morning, something about hoping he wouldn’t find his future wife for at least ten years. I just… I couldn't envision my life without him. He was a constant. A brother. The thought of him building a life with someone else, a family tha
ADRIAN'S POV The sunlight streaming through the blinds woke me up at 7:00 AM, a minor miracle considering I hadn't drifted off until after 2:00 AM. But I felt…lighter. Like a knot in my chest had finally loosened. Damien and I had actually talked, really talked, and cleared the air. I'd explained, perhaps clumsily, that Selena and I weren't a thing, not yet anyway, and that I knew he was just looking out for me, worried about me getting hurt. I'd also confessed why I'd switched gyms so abruptly and why I'd been avoiding him. It wasn't my proudest moment, the avoidance, but at least it was out in the open.I went through my usual morning routine, a quick shower, a shave, and then pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white, fitted muscle tee. Comfort was key, especially after the emotional rollercoaster of the previous night.The kitchen was my domain. I loved the methodical process of cooking, the way simple ingredients transformed into something delicious. This morning, it was
ADRIAN'S POVThe plush velvet of the couch felt alien beneath me. I was home, technically, back in our penthouse living room, but the air hung thick with unspoken tension.I craved the oblivion of sleep, but I knew it wouldn't come. Not with Damien across from me, his presence a palpable force. He was observing me, his dark eyes narrowed, and the silence stretched, taut and unforgiving. I could practically taste the simmering frustration radiating from him, and it was all aimed at me. I felt like a cornered animal, every instinct screaming at me to flee.“What’s going on, Adrian?” His voice was low, a husky rumble that usually sent shivers down my spine.I forced a casual shrug, trying to mimic the nonchalance I usually wore like armor. "What do you mean? Everything's fine."The sound of his palm slamming against the glass coffee table shattered the tense silence. I flinched."Don’t play dumb with me. Don't lie to me, Adrian," he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Something's w
ADRIAN'S POV I grasped her chin and turned her head, forcing her to stare into the mirror at me. My deep, dark gaze were hooded in the dimly lit room. I withdrew my dick for a while. I seized her hip with my free hand and pulled my ass closer to me, positioning my dick right at her entrance again. "I'm going to ruin you"Before she could react and stop me, I slipped myself inside of her. I pounded into her harder and faster than I did in my past sexual escapades ever had, my thrusts long and deep. She clutched the corner of the couch in her fists and stared into the mirror above the dresser, her pussy clenching around my huge cock.After wrapping my arm around her waist, I skillfully rubbed her clit, my fingers moving between her glistening pussy lips and across her clit, back and forth and back and forth, the movement is endless."More," she moaned, I felt pressure rising in her core. "Give me more. Please."I thrust into her harder, my hands seizing her waist and fingers curling
ADRIAN'S POVThe cool leather of the couch pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the burning heat that was building inside me. The heavy oak of the bookshelf loomed above, my arm chained to it by a pair of cold, unforgiving cuffs. I was trapped.Selena took a step closer, the scent of her perfume filling my senses. She trailed a finger down my chest, each touch sending jolts of electricity through my body."And what punishment do you think you deserve, Adrian?" she whispered, her breath warm against my ear."I swear answering your call with me naked isn't intentional," I breathed, my gaze locked on hers.Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. That smile… it promised pleasure, pain, and everything in between.She leaned down, her lips hovering just above mine. "Excuses, excuses."And with that, the torture began. A slow, delicious torture of kisses and caresses, of whispered promises and denied desires. Her fingers danced across my skin, exploring every inch of my chest, my