Becoming Adrian's Slút (3)
I should not want this. That is the thought I keep repeating, but my body refuses to obey. Every shift of my hips makes me wetter, and the sound of it fills the quiet air, obscene and shameless. The woman I pretend to be in boardrooms, the one who sits in tailored suits and commands respect, is nowhere to be found. All that is left of Clara Bennett is a needy mess kneeling on the floor in Adrian Blackwood’s house.
My fingers push in and out of me, and I cannot hold it back anymore. Every move makes me moan louder. The room is full of my sounds. My eyes snap to his, desperate for approval, desperate for him to see me falling apart.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks.
“Yes… I… I can’t stop,” I gasp.
His stare holds me there, stripped down, trembling, waiti
