Deep Consuming Addiction

Chapter 88

✨Testing restraint✨

Ari Darven

Ari was mid-sentence when the door opened.

“The client, will—”

His words cut off the second she walked in.

Fresh from the shower, his shirt hanging loosely on her frame, damp hair falling over her shoulders—she didn’t hesitate. She crossed the room like she had already made up her mind.

And then she was in his lap. She straddled him and he instinctively placed his hand on her waist.

Ari barely glanced at his phone as he spoke, his tone smooth, controlled.

“Yes.”

His voice was all business—calm, measured, nothing out of place. His hand moved slowly up and down her back as he spoke on the phone.

But the warmth against him was impossible to ignore.

Elena pressed closer, her body molding against his chest, her breath hot against his ear.

Ari woke something in her, she never felt before and she was ready to let that out or at least she thought she was.

“I missed you, daddy,” she murmured, soft, teasing… a sound that made him falter mid-sentence.

Ari’s grip tightened instantly on the arm of the chair, his back straightening as if trying to hold onto control.

"Don't play with me Elena," he whispered in her ears moving the phone away and quickly putting it back at his ear because the person on the other end was still speaking.

"I'm not playing, daddy." She looked into his eyes, and it sent a shiver straight through her.

All day, Elena had been at work, her thoughts drifting to that one spot Ari usually touched—the memory refusing to let her focus.

She wanted to feel it again and she wasn't going to wait for him to give it to her.

By the time she reached home, she knew she couldn’t wait. Not tonight. Not another second. He had been very careful with her the pass month since they became intimate.

Her lips lingered on his neck, teasing, testing, keeping him tethered to her in a way no one else ever could.

His chest tightened. He kept talking, just barely, words clipped and professional, but his mind… it wasn’t on the call anymore.

“Baby…” he whispered under his breath to her.

But Elena didn’t stop.

She shifted slightly, closer, and he could feel her smile against his skin. That little mischievous tilt of her head—deliberate, playful, daring.

Ari swallowed, jaw tightening. The restraint he usually carried so easily was slipping, just a fraction, because she always had this effect on him.

Her lips found just below his ears, soft at first—then slower, deliberate, like she was learning exactly where he felt it most. Her hands rested against his shoulders, steadying herself as she pressed closer, hip rolling against him.

Ari exhaled sharply.

“Elena…” he whispered covering his phone.

She lifted her head just enough to place a single finger against his lips.

A quiet command.

Don’t speak.

Something in his expression shifted.

Something darker.

More dangerous.

He noticed immediately—the way she didn’t hesitate, the way she took the space she wanted.

“Careful,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low, almost a growl meant only for her.

Her laughter was quiet, a soft, dangerous melody against his neck.

“You’re on the phone,” she teased, pressing once more, daring him.

“I know,” he whispered, unable to hide the edge in his tone. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“Let me call you back,” he said into the phone, his voice lower now, rougher.

She wasn’t waiting for him anymore. She was taking the lead… and he wouldn’t be able to ignore it.

He didn’t wait for a response before ending the call.

Silence filled the room.

Heavy.

Charged.

His hands found her waist immediately, gripping—not to stop her, but to ground himself.

“You’re acting up on purpose,” he said, his voice edged with something deeper.

Elena tilted her head, her expression almost innocent—but her eyes gave her away.

“I see I’ve been too careful with you,” he continued.

There was no accusation.

Just realization.

Her gaze softened slightly, a shy warmth creeping into her features.

“I never complained,” she said quietly.

That did it.

She let out a squeal of excitement when Ari stood in one smooth motion, his hands firm as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto him as if she belonged there.

His jaw tightened.

He carried her toward the bedroom, each step deliberate, controlled—but barely.

Because whatever line they had been dancing around—

She had just stepped over it.

And he was right behind her.

Ari didn’t touch her gently.

He crowded her against the wall first — one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her waist hard enough to leave memory in her skin. Elena didn’t flinch. She leaned into it.

She always leaned into it.

His mouth crashed against hers, not soft, not tender — hungry. Teeth grazing. Breath stolen. A low, dangerous sound vibrating from his chest as she arched into him, as if daring him to lose control.

And he did.

He dragged her down with him onto the bed, not careful, not slow. His body covered hers completely — heat, weight, dominance. She felt him, hard and demanding against her center, the pressure deliberate, claiming.

Ari paused there.

Just long enough to make her desperate.

His forehead rested against hers, both of them breathing like they’d run miles. His grip tightened at her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She did.

And whatever restraint he had left snapped.

He moved against her with rough insistence — deep, relentless, a rhythm that wasn’t gentle lovemaking but something far more dangerous. Something that bordered on obsession. Every thrust of his body was a statement.

Mine.

Elena gasped, fingers digging into his back, nails dragging down muscle as she met him just as fiercely. She didn’t want softness. She wanted the edge. The chaos. The burn.

His mouth claimed her neck, biting, sucking, marking. Her back arched violently, body answering him without hesitation. The sound that left her lips only drove him harder, deeper, more consuming.

He gripped her thighs, forcing her open wider, watching her face as he moved — watching every tremor, every shudder, every breathless cry.

It wasn’t sweet.

It was addictive.

Their bodies collided in a punishing rhythm, skin against skin, heat building until the room felt suffocating. He pressed her wrists into the mattress above her head, not to hurt her — but to hold her still while he lost himself.

And she loved it.

Her head fell back, throat exposed, eyes half-lidded in surrender and fire all at once. She met him with every motion, refusing to be overpowered — choosing him, choosing the chaos, choosing the intensity.

Ari’s jaw clenched as he watched her unravel beneath him. She wasn’t fragile. She was flame. And he fed on it.

He flipped her onto her stomach without warning, dragging her hips back against him, keeping the pace brutal and merciless. She cried out, fingers gripping the sheets as he held her there, one hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her throat.

“You feel that?” he growled against her ear.

She did.

God, she did.

It wasn’t just pleasure. It was possession. It was control. It was two addictions colliding at full speed.

The rhythm grew reckless. Desperate. Bodies slick with sweat, breaths ragged, sounds filling the room without shame. He wasn’t careful with her — and she didn’t want him to be.

She wanted to be consumed.

"You about to c*m for me baby,"

She couldn't speak.

When her release hit, it wasn’t graceful. It tore through them. Violent. Shaking. Unapologetic. She shattered beneath him, crying out as her body convulsed.

Ari was surprised she reached her peak so fast. She must have been very sensitive and he wanted to delay her not denied but Elena was new to this so he let her.

"Yesss," she whispered as she was finally getting what she had been wanting.

And Ari watched her ride her orgasm out.

"Sit up I'm not done with you," he said making her eyes go wide.

"You were acting up on purpose, like I wasn't giving you this d**k," Ari spoke low.

"Bend over," he instructed smacking her thigh causing her to squeal.

Elena did as she was told, getting on her hands and knees, the arch in her back deep.

Ari lined up at her entrance, his knees going weak when she looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Are you ready? tell me if you're uncomfortable. I don't want to hurt you baby," he spoke hands trailing down her back.

He rubbed himself against her entrance, "answer me Elena."

"Yes daddy," she nodded.

As he slid into her, he was more excited at how drenched she was. Is eyes roll to the back of his head. Ari groaned once picking up his stroke.

Her walls clenched against him, he could feel every grip.

"Mm, christ," he swore.

Elena try to scramble forward but Ari placed his hand around her neck and held her in place.

"Don't run from me," he said voice rough wrapping his hand around her neck and the other around her waist holding her in place. Elena whimpered, biting down on her bottom lip. As he started speeding up even more.

"Ooooh, goodness," she cried out loudly making him groaned. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest.

Ari bit his lip at her beginning to throw it back against him. He moaned and watched her take him all in.

He gripped her waist tightly, "get it baby, take it."

Ari was pounding into her now and she was taking it like a champ although her legs were about to give out.

She was starting to get overwhelmed by all the sensations serging through her body so she reached a hand back pushing at his stomach.

"Nope," he smirked, smacking her hand away as she continued moaning and trying to grab at him.

He felt her shaking because he reached down wrapping his hand around her throat again guiding her upwards so she was on her knees and was leaning against his chest.

Her head laid in the crook of his neck and shoulders. Ari kissed the exposed skin at her throat. "Oh God," she whimpered feeling another orgasm approaching.

"A... baby..."

"What's my name," Ari muttered.

"Daddy," it barely left her throat.

"You will behave when I'm working," he asked

She moaned loudly in his ears and he knew she was close.

"Will you behave for daddy," he asked again.

Elena nodded unable to speak. Her body began to shake against him.

"Look at you...so f*****g beautiful," he encouraged her voice husky. Elena was a mess of moans falling apart and he followed with a guttural sound that felt dragged from somewhere primal.

They collapsed together in a tangled mess of limbs and heat.

Silence followed — thick, heavy.

Ari rolled her onto her back slowly this time. His roughness softened, not disappearing, but shifting. His hand brushed damp hair from her face. His thumb traced her swollen lips.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice still rough.

“So are you,” she whispered back.

He pulled her against his chest, holding her tightly — not possessive now, but protective. His hand moved over her back in slow strokes, grounding her. Calming her.

Aftercare was gentle sweetness between them.

It was intensity turned quiet.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. To her temple. To the bruise forming on her shoulder where he’d gripped too hard.

“You’re okay?” he asked, softer than before.

Elena nodded against him, fingers tracing the rise and fall of his chest. “I don’t want soft,” she admitted. “I want you.”

A dark smile curved his mouth.

“You have me,” he said.

Elena was fire and she met gasoline.

Ari leaned back slightly, still catching his breath, his hand dragging down his face before his eyes settled on her.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, voice rough, but there was a hint of amusement sitting underneath it.

Elena didn’t even try to hide her smile.

She shifted closer, completely unbothered, her fingers tracing lazily along his chest.

“I wanted to feel it again,” she said, like it wasn't the simplest thing in the world.

Ari let out a quiet, disbelieving huff, shaking his head. “You just decided that?”

She met his eyes—bold, unapologetic.

“Yes.”

A pause.

Then he tilted his head slightly, studying her.

“And?” he asked, voice dropping just enough to make it land. “Did you?”

Her lips curved, slow and satisfied, her gaze not leaving his.

“What do you think?”

Ari’s jaw tightened, but this time it wasn’t control—it was something else entirely.

“Careful,” he muttered, leaning in just a fraction closer. “You keep talking like that, I’m not letting you rest.”

She let out a soft laugh, brushing her lips just near his, teasing, not quite closing the distance.

“Who said I wanted to?”

That—

That pulled a real reaction out of him.

Ari exhaled sharply, a low chuckle slipping out as he shook his head again.

“Yeah… you’re trouble.”

“And you like it,” she shot back instantly.

He didn’t even try to deny it.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “I do.”