Adrian's shaft pressed against Christine's pussy, which was still tightly clenching from her orgasm. He thrust a few dozen more tis before letting out a low grunt and coming inside her.
The car was imdiately filled with the scent of sen.
Adrian released her, letting Christine collapse weakly onto the car seat. He fastened his pants and shirt, and after dressing neatly, he untied the belt from Christine's wrists. He then opened the car door and walked towards the elevator in the parking garage.
Before going upstairs, the man glanced back into the car. In the dimly lit back seat, Christine was still curled up in the corner. She had her head lowered, her legs closed together, trembling uncontrollably as fluids and residual sen dripped from between her pink thighs.
After several minutes, Christine finally regained her senses from the intense orgasm. She removed the tie from her face and realized that Adrian had left her alone in the car.
Her panties were torn to shreds, so she could only barely pull on her wrinkled skirt and step out of the car, her legs still shaking. The dress was soaked with fluids at the crotch. Christine noticed a suit jacket Adrian had left in the back seat. She used it to cover her lower body, grabbed her bag, and staggered to the elevator with unsteady steps.
She checked her phone in the elevator; it was almost 11 p.m. Sophie had sent a ssage saying she had prepared a late-night snack for her but had gone to sleep because it was too late.
The living room was quiet. Christine's heart was pounding, afraid of being seen by anyone. She rushed to the second-floor bedroom and closed the door behind her, heading straight for the shower.
After undressing, she examined her body in the mirror.
Her wrists were scraped again, and when she gently blew on them, they winced at the stinging pain. Looking up, she saw that her lips were slightly swollen. She opened her mouth, feeling the lingering discomfort from the man's cock.
The worst was her chest. It had been sore the whole way back from the friction of her clothes. Now, looking closely, she saw clear handprints on her breasts, and her nipples were red as if they might bleed. She reached out to touch them, feeling a numb, dull pain, and noticing a clear tooth mark at the base.
Christine turned on the shower and began to wash herself. In the steamy water vapor, her tense nerves finally started to relax. Her mind flashed back to the wild sex they had just had, and she suddenly wondered where Adrian was now.
She rembered seeing the door to his room closed as she passed by on her way to her room.
The two brothers' rooms were separated by a thin wall. Could he… hear her taking a shower?
Christine's heart skipped a beat.
As soon as she finished showering and turned off the water, she heard her phone ringing in her bag.
The alerting feeling struck her, and she hurriedly wrapped a towel around herself, rushing out of the bathroom to answer the phone with trembling hands.
It was Adrian. He really could hear her showering.
"...Hello?" Christine's voice was filled with unhidden tension.
The man's voice was slightly hoarse. "Co here," he said.
"Bring the box," he added.
"Okay…"
Christine pulled out the large box from under the bed. The box wasn't heavy, but as she dragged it across the floor, she could hear the tallic clanging of the dildos inside.
Her legs felt weak again.
*
Christine, wearing a simple slip gown, carried the box and opened Adrian's room door again.
It was the familiar pitch-black darkness.
Adrian stood by the window with his back to her, on the phone.
In the silent room, the voice from the other end of the phone could be faintly heard. It seed to be Jas calling from Tokyo. They were discussing next year's art exhibition and the celebrities they intended to invite. Jas was reporting the initial contacts, and he had already sent the specific list to Adrian's email.
Hearing the sound, Adrian turned to look at her. His pupils were shrouded in darkness, but they glead brightly, slightly narrowed like a wolf in the night.
A bit of light from the window filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a glow on his slightly turned face. The man had already showered, his damp hair slicked back, revealing his smooth, pale forehead. His features were so cold, like a pure white statue in a gallery, with a sharp jawline that exuded an unyielding pressure.
He wore a bathrobe, slightly open, revealing his well-defined, muscular torso.
Adrian responded to Jas with a series of "hmms" while silently lifting his chin, signaling Christine to co over and open the box.
Christine didn't dare to speak, she walked over and placed the box on the table next to Adrian, obediently opening it.
The various tools inside the box ca into view again.
Christine had never used these tools before, but she had a rough idea of their purpose.
She secretly worried that so horrible sex might be waiting for her here, in this room.
She was indeed eager to have a child and thus had complied with Adrian's commands in bed, always ready and obedient to his every command.
She just hadn't expected Adrian to be so different from Ethan in bed.
The man was as brutal as a wild beast.
Adrian held the phone in one hand and rummaged through the box with the other. He pulled out the dildo labeled "5" and handed it to her.
Then, he took out several soft leather straps from the bottom of the box and held them in his hand. The straps were black and elastic.
Christine knew Adrian had little patience, so she started rubbing the dildo against her pussy as soon as he handed it to her, hoping to get it in quickly. But the man was too close, and his deanor exuded an untouchable nobility. Plus, there was soone on the other end of the phone, making her too nervous and embarrassed to feel anything.
She moved a few tis and looked up at Adrian, feeling awkward.
Adrian looked at her and said a quick "good" into the phone before hanging up.
The man's legs were straight and long, and in two strides, he was behind her. The sll of his shampoo was overwhelming, mixed with a faint, noble body scent.
Christine felt her dress being lifted, and the leather straps slid across her skin, wrapping around her waist and tightening just below her breasts. Then, her hands were tied behind her back again.
The cold leather made Christine's spine shiver with fear. She didn't know what was going to happen next and turned her head to look at Adrian in panic, but he grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her head up.
"You're afraid of ," the man said suddenly.
This ti, Adrian used a declarative sentence.
They rarely talked during sex, let alone communicated about anything unrelated to it.
Christine was taken aback, her heart racing, unsure of what the man ant. She could only look up at him, her throat dry as she spoke, "... A little."
A little, just like last ti she had said.
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