It was a rainy Saturday afternoon that Priya spent at her boyfriend’s place. Normally, she hated rainy weather, because it was keeping her from going outside to party and have fun, but this day, she didn’t mind the rain.
She had woken up late with just a tiny hangover, and spent a lazy day with Adam at home. Firstly, she had seriously wondered whether he was still angry because of their kinky night before, but that had proven not to be the case.
They had treated each other normally, and he had even given her the most amazing gift. With the words “I forgot to give you that yesterday. I saw it the other day. It reminded me of you”, he gifted her a magazine called “Vogue”.
Priya sat on the couch, her bare feet outstretched comfortably, reading her Vogue for the second time, surprised that a few printed pages could arouse such interest in her.
She was so busy analyzing what seemed to be the hottest dress of the year that she didn’t notice Adam entering the room and stopping to stand in front of her.
“I see you’re enjoying what I got you.”
She looked at him, pointing at a page, stating, “I need this dress!”
He just laughed. “Oh God, what have I done?”
“Made me super happy,” Priya answered, supporting her claim by gifting him a sweet smile.
“Great,” Adam told her, wearing a smile as well. “Are you finished reading?”
“No. Massage my feet while I continue?”
“Well, no, we kind of have other plans.”
She faced him with wide eyes. “Party?”
“Heh. Not really.”
Priya’s expression turned sad. A party would have been a great idea.
“Sorry, babe. But it’s almost dusk. And I wanna enjoy every minute of you this night.”
Priya smirked. “You horny?”
“Very.”
She laughed dirtily.
“Get naked with me?”
Still smirking, Priya stated, “You’re cute, Adam.”
“Oh, yeah? We’ll see about that.”
“Why? You got something planned, babes?”
“Oh, I’ve planned many things I want to do to you tonight.”
Her smirk became brighter. “Nice…”
His girlfriend’s willingness took him by surprise. Adam raised an eyebrow and asked her, “You like that?”
“Yes. Of course.”
He shook his head, telling her, “No, Priya, I will do them to you. As my slave.”
“Show me.”
Adam’s eyes widened. Honestly, he had prepared a winning strategy for their game in order to make her cum first, to win, so he could dominate and repay her. Yet, here she was, submitting herself with free will.
“What nasty things do you want to do to me, baby?”
…Why play when the win was yours anyway? So he said, “Come here. And get on your knees.”
She put the magazine away and indeed walked up to him, kneeled down like he had told her to.
His intention became obvious at the latest when he unzipped his pants.
Priya let her boyfriend grab her hair, pull it into a tight ponytail which he held together with his hand, and move her head forward and backward, his dick in her mouth.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Her doe eyes looked up at his face, locking with his eyes and keeping up the contact the whole time in a somewhat passionate way.
Adam’s hand caressed her cheek, as he breathed, “Good girl”.
The pleasure increased over time, and soon Adam decided that she had to stop. He’d need his stamina for what was about to come, so he pulled her head away, commending, “Well done, doll.”
“I love sucking dick.”
Adam laughed. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”
“No. A big slut.”
“…Then touch yourself for me, you slut.”
Priya hesitated for a short second before her hand disappeared between her legs, her dress covering the sight.
Adam’s eyes were focused on her face, her changing expressions. He could see her turning from relaxed to horny within moments. That alone was a sight he appreciated.
“What do you want now, Priya? Tell me. What do you want me to do to you?”
She looked up at him with the sexiest face possible, her red lips slightly parted, her dark brown eyes narrowed. “Well, baby, what does that…”, she took off her underwear, then pulled up her dress, revealing a sight he found absolutely arousing, “…make you wanna do to me?”
Adam kneeled down to her. Without thinking, his hand reached for her pussy, fingers sliding inside, immediately feeling just how ready she was. Combined with the lust he felt himself, he removed his fingers, instead grabbing her ass and turning her around.
Priya’s head met the carpet. She felt her arms being grabbed by him from behind, holding them in place against her back with a single hand. His other hand, he placed on her neck. Then, she felt his dick inside her.
Soon hearable were moans, heavy breathing, screams. Priya definitely was a screamer, unable to stay quiet, and that was another thing about her that never failed to turn him on.
“Oh, yes! Scream for me!” Adam demanded, breathing heavily himself.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she moaned, failing at the attempt to regain at least a bit of control by moving her arms. He was holding them in place with a strong grip. Being three times her age helped with that.
“Whose are you, Priya?” he asked, obviously needy for confirmation.
She didn’t answer with his name, only with moans as she was close to finish, preventing herself from showing weakness by ignoring his question.
Adam’s breathing became quicker as well, and with it, his voice more aggressive. “Who do you belong to, huh?!”
She kept screaming, cursing, only focused on her own pleasure which she felt would soon be enough to reach its peak. He had control over her in this position, but she would not subject to him by boosting his ego. Never ever would Priya Lacroix accept a subordinate role. Not to the extent he demanded.
“Come on!” Adam commanded, seemingly angrier. “Tell me!” He then spanked her ass, which she responded to by letting out another moan. “Tell me you’re mine!”
The pleasure overtook them both and they finished, almost simultaneously.
Finally, he pulled out, and let go of her arms.
Priya turned around, lying on her back when still breathing heavily. Just as always, she was needy for more pleasure. One time just wasn’t enough for her.
It was then that he grabbed her wrists, and held her arms in place above her head.
“What-”
Adam’s hand reached out for her pussy, caressing just the outside.
Priya’s excitement levels heightened once again. His touch made her breathing heavier. It made her realize just how restricting her dress was. Yet, still having it on gave her a feeling of hastiness, making her remember that she was absolutely desirable to him.
“You like that, huh?” he asked her, this time not shouting, but whispering. That alone gave the atmosphere a gentle touch, the opposite of what it had been before.
“Yes,” she moaned, realizing once again that he was fully dressed, having only his pants pulled down the same way her dress was pulled up, both to reveal only their most important body parts.
“And how about that?” Adam asked, still whispering, when he slid three fingers inside, continuing to caress her.
Priya was determined, screaming, “Yes! Gimme more!”
His movements sped up. That, until she was close. Then, he denied her to cum by pulling his fingers out, his eyes focusing on her face.
Priya squirmed, demanding, “Continue!”
“Beg for it.”
She breathed heavily, wanting to finish it herself, but his grip was too strong. Squirming again and realizing that she was absolutely needy for pleasure right in that moment, pleasure only he could give her, Priya moaned, “Please… continue…,” adding, “…asshole!”
Her unruliness brought a smirk to his lips. The power he had over her in that situation was an absolute turn on. Yet, he kept pushing her, saying, “That’s not enough, doll. I need more than just that.”
“Pleeeeaaase,” she whined, obviously impatient.
Finally, Adam was satisfied. “Aww, of course, baby,” he answered, wearing an amused grin, before continuing to give her that much needed pleasure. Poor Priya. He really was being strict with her. Then again, it was just what she deserved.
The sensations made her breathing so intense that Priya felt the need to rip her dress off. Instead, she had to endure the procedure, wanted to endure it. It was suffering but pleasure, all in one. Slowly but surely, it was drawing to a close…
“Oh, yes!” Adam encouraged her, his voice almost drowned by her screams. “Cum for me, baby!”
And she did just that. Not for him, but herself.
“Good girl,” he finally said, smiling brightly. He slid his fingers out of her, pulled his pants back up, zipped them and added, “Not like last night when you didn’t behave.”
“Asshole.”
“Watch your tongue, dollie,” Adam said, still amused, reaching for her dress to pull it down again, so that it would be covering her private parts.
“Next time I’ll edge you so hard.”
“Oh?”
“And now…” She got up, her dress adjusted, and walked back to the couch where she had left her Vogue on. Then, she grabbed the magazine – and threw it right at Adam!
“…Buy me that dress!”