A Deal with the Bossy Devil by Kyra Parsi

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He hada key to the closet. It took him less than a minute to find it.

I was halfway through a fit of laughter when the door ripped open, and Adrien barreled inside. His eyes were blistering, his lips spread into a wicked grin that matched my excitement. I was in his arms in a second, my feet lifted from the carpet. He had a fist in my hair, an arm wrapped tightly around my waist, and I was sandwiched between him and the wall when his lips met mine. He left me no room to breathe.

It was perfect.

“Brat,” he grumbled against my lip before biting it punishingly.

I wrapped my legs around his torso and grabbed a fistful of his hair as I kissed him back. “You like it,” I told him.

“I fucking love it.”

This shouldn't have been nearly as much fun as it was. I'd never had this much play incorporated into sex before, and I was only now realizing how much I'd been missing out.

Although, if I were being completely honest with myself, I couldn't imagine having this much fun with any of the other guys I'd hooked up with.

Adrien used his grip on my hair to pull my head back, then his lips, teeth, and tongue were on my neck. I came utterly undone. My filter caught fire, logic and reason left the building, and I was completely lost in Adrien's touch, his scent, and the overwhelming amount of sensations coursing through my body.

I moaned his name, and it pushed everything over the edge. The fire became an all-encompassing inferno. His grip on me tightened, his hips pushing forward, working his steel length against my oversensitive clit. I trembled, panting like I’d been forced to hold my breath for the last hour.

I wanted to yank his sweatpants down and have him thrust into me right here, just like this.

“I want you inside me,” I pleaded softly against his ear. And then, because I'd really lost it, I said, “I'm on the pill. Tested recently. Haven’t been with anyone since. If... you want.”

He was shaking, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to hurt. He nipped at my jaw, my cheek, my ear. “Same. Tested. You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He ground his hips into mine, and I stuffed my face into his shoulder when the whimper escaped. I could feel his heartbeat slamming into my chest and it was fucking intoxicating.

“Do you still hate me?” he rasped.

“What?” Where had that come from?

“Do you hate me?”

I frowned. “Is now really the time to talk about this?”

“Ria.” He pulled his head back to look at me, releasing my hair so he could tilt my chin to meet his gaze. “Do you hate me?”

I should have veered. But instead, I whispered, “Yes.”

His face split into a devastatingly handsome grin when my nose inevitably flared. I wanted to kiss his dimples but that seemed just a little too affectionate for my brand, so I resisted the temptation.

“Do you have feelings for me, Sanchez?”

My own smile was forming, even though I kept telling it not to. “Absolutely not, Cloutier.”

“Do I give you butterflies?”

“No,” I breathed, unable to summon my full voice because of the overwhelming amount of non-butterflies fluttering through my stomach, chest, soul.

His grin widened. “We really need to do something about all this lying.”

“No, what we need to do is stop talking. It's—”

I cut off with a gasp when he hoisted me over his shoulder in one smooth move, like I was a massive sack of feathers.

“Adrien!” It was embarrassing, how much giggling I'd been doing around him lately.

My back bounced off the mattress when he dropped me, and before I could yank his body down on top of mine, he... rolled me? Three times.

“What the hell?” I asked, looking down at the microfleece blanket my body was now trapped in. And then it clicked. The fucker had wrapped me in a blanket fucking burrito!

“Adrien!” I exclaimed, positively appalled by his unacceptable behavior.

His grin was a wicked, evil thing as he reached for the two other items on the bed. A necktie, and a belt. The tie was wrapped around my upper arms, the belt around my calves. The burrito had been secured.

“I'm going to strangle you the second I'm free,” I told him after he—once again—flung me over his shoulder. “And that'll only be the beginning. Mark my words, Adrien Cloutier.”

He carried me out of the bedroom.

“I'm going to put soap on every toothbrush you ever own, cilantro in every single thing you ever eat. It's all you'll taste for the rest of your life.”

Down the stairs.

“I'm going to glue Legos inside all your shoes. You'll never eat an unlicked Oreo ever again. Do you hear me!”

Through the hallway, and into the kitchen. The lights were on.

“I'm going to glitter-bomb your whole world, Adrien. You'll be shitting the stuff by the time I'm done with you. I’ll be a permanent papercut in your life.”

We passed by two pairs of feet.

“Oh god, you two.” Julie laughed in sing-songy delight, as if her son and I were just a couple of rowdy kids in love.

“The wedding is off!” I snarled at her perfectly manicured toes. “I will not be marrying your hooligan son!”

She laughed harder. Anthony also chuckled.

And then we were outside, on the patio.

“What the—” Alice's voice said. “Fuck's sake, you guys. You’re traumatizing the rest of us! I’m basically still a child!”

“It’s not a sex thing!” I insisted.

“It absolutely is,” Adrien retorted.

Alice threw something soft and round at Adrien's back, just as I tried to knee him in the chest. She met her target, but I just ended up failing uselessly like an idiot mackerel. Adrien gripped me tighter.

“Do not fall,” he ordered. “We're almost there.”

“Almost where?” I demanded to know. We were walking over dark grass now. “Adrien, I am not into outdoor sex. I don't do bugs, dirt, or fresh air. So don't even think about it!”

But then we reached a stone pathway and a new set of porch stairs. A door creaked open, and we were inside another house from the looks of the hardwood floor. When he finally put me down, it was on another bed, in another extremely expensive-looking bedroom.

I glared savage daggers at him.

“There,” he said with a smug grin. “Now nobody will hear you when you scream.”

“That's so murdery, you freak!” I hissed angrily. “Untie me this instant!”

He chuckled but complied. I lunged for him the moment I was free. But instead of strangling him like I'd planned, I accidentally wrapped my arms around his neck and crashed into his mouth with my mouth. And instead of murdering him dead, I giggled against his luscious lips and tried to pull him down to the mattress.

But he—of course—had other plans. I was put over his lap before I could even think about protesting, the flimsy bottom of my slip was flipped up, and my bare ass was exposed to him. And I... loved it. I fucking loved this.

It was so much fun with him, unexpected and exciting. I loved the way he touched me, I loved the dirty talk, the punishments, the praises, the unending foreplay. All of it.

“You didn't follow my instructions,” he chided, his warm hand cupping my cheek. “Was that on purpose, pretty girl? Did you want to be punished?”

I chewed on my lip, my heart slamming into my ribs.

“Answer me, Ria. Do you like being a brat?”

“Sometimes,” I breathed. Only when I play with you.

I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else. Nor did I want to, I realized grimly.

“Have you ever been spanked?”

“You did it upstairs, like ten minutes ago,” I pointed out.

He squeezed my cheek. “Before that. Has this perfect little ass been properly taught a lesson?”

“No. I—um, things have been kept fifty shades of vanilla for me up until now,” I admitted.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I didn't even realize I'd...” I trailed off, recognizing that non-horny Ria would probably want me to shut up now.

“Tell me,” he coaxed, his palm moving in smooth massaging circles. “Finish your sentence.”

“A lot of this is new for me.”

His touch moved down, slipping between my thighs. “Had you ever been tied up before?”

“No.”

“Did you like it?”

So much. So, so much. “It was cool, I guess.”

His chuckle dripped over my skin like sizzling honey. And then, without warning, smack!

My body arched, my mouth falling all the way open as my fingers fisted the blanket.

“Did you like it?” he asked again.

“I loved it,” I said, my stomach trembling. The impact had shot right to my clit again.

“Good girl.”

Oh god.

His hand was soothing the spot he'd just smacked, rubbing delicate circles over the residual tingle. “What else do you like?”

“This,” I breathed.

“And?”

“The playing. The talking.”

“You like hearing all the depraved things I want to do to you?”

“Mmm.”

His hand ran up and down the curve of my cheek, his fingers teasing the seam. I shivered on his lap.

“Adrien, please.”

“Please, what?”

I didn't know. “Just... more.”

Smack! Smack!

Holy mother of— How did that feel so good? The mixture of pain, pleasure, and pure vulnerability was unreal. I couldn't believe I'd gone my entire adult life without experiencing sex like this.

“You wanna know a little secret?” His voice was grating, rough and filled with crackling lust. He was panting almost as hard as I was. “I've never spanked anyone before.”

Wait... what?

I heard him swallow, his hand back to soothing my tingling skin. “I've never even been tempted to. But then you stormed into my life like a fucking hurricane, wreaked absolute havoc on it, and I haven't been able to see straight since. Is that enough for you? Or do you still want more?”

My forehead was pressed to my fists, my breathing labored. “More.”

Smack!

I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut. The sting was growing more intense, electrifying my senses. I could feel his body shaking, feel how much this was turning him on.

“I can't think clearly anymore,” he said. “Every single thought that runs through my head seems to loop back to you. I can't get it to fucking stop, Ria. And the worst part is, I don't want to. Is that enough?”

Not nearly. “More.”

Smack!

I choked on the whimper this time, my stomach tightening.

“You drive me fucking crazy. Everything about you makes me wild. Your personality, your sense of humor, your smart mouth. And you're so fucking pretty, baby. I'm so attracted to you, it… I don’t know how to handle it. Is that enough?”

Baby.

“More,” I begged, my voice quivering.

Smack!

I cried out this time, tears springing to my eyes.

“I want you. And the more I deny it, the worse it gets. I want to spoil you fucking rotten, Ria. I've become obsessed with the idea. I want to buy you pretty things, fuck you, praise you, play with you. I want to take you out on dates, I want to tell people you're mine for real. And you know what's fucked up? I've started to fucking fantasize about cuddling you. Literally just holding you in my arms all night. No fighting, no bickering. Is that enough for you, Sanchez? Or do you still need more of me?”

I couldn't breathe. “More.”

Smack!

My thighs quivered, my core clenching. My skin had become incredibly sensitive, and the ache of need was bordering on unbearable.

“This is incredible. You're so fucking beautiful. I'm tempted to make you get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl while I tell you how pretty you are,” he murmured. His fingers traced my seam again, this time making their way all the way down to tease the center of my embarrassingly wet core. “You're making a mess, baby. Dripping all over my leg.”

I was beyond words at this point. The only thing I could do was spread my thighs a few inches, giving him better access. I didn't know whether I wanted him to spank me again or just thrust his fingers into me and put me out of my misery.

What I did know was that I'd never been this turned on in my life. Also, I really, really wanted to get on my knees and suck him off like a good girl while he told me how pretty I was. Very badly.

I shivered with a moan when the pad of his finger slid down to my clit. He pressed down on it once, twice... and then he pinched it. I choked on a cry, my entire body clenching. He kept a hold of my swollen, incredibly sensitive clit, and began rolling it between his thumb and index finger with enough pressure to make me moan his name.

I yanked the duvet, my vision speckling with stars.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” His voice was taking on a desperate, pained edge, like he was barely keeping it together. “But we've got a score to settle first. I need to punish this pretty little pussy for all the lying you've been doing.”

I wasn't really listening. How could I? The tension built and built, making my hips buck and squirm. I was practically humping his thigh, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was so close, just a little more, and—he let me go.

Damn it.

I collapsed with a frustrated sigh, turning my face so he couldn't see my smile.

“How many times do you think you've lied to me since we met?” He gripped the inner part of my left thigh and pulled my leg farther onto the bed, leaving me more open and exposed.

I bit my cheek and remained silent, and he let me get away with it for exactly five seconds. And then he spanked my pussy.

It wasn't hard or rough, just a light tap. But it shot through my body like a flaming arrow and brought me right back to the edge.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

“Answer me, Ria. How many times?”

“I don't know. Ten?”

“Not even close.” He went back to rolling my clit, making my hips squirm and spasm. And just as I was about to spill over the edge, he stopped.

I tapped my forehead against my fists in frustration.

“I can't wait to do this to you with toys,” he murmured, slipping a finger inside me. “I wonder how many times I can force you to come for me before you cry and beg for mercy.”

“Sadist,” I laughed weakly.

He chuckled, and before I could make another smart remark, he inserted a second finger.

“Oh god, Adrien,” I whimpered. “This is amazing.”

“I know, baby. I'm right there with you.”

“I can't believe... ah.” My hips lifted off his lap, my left thigh shaking uncontrollably as his fingers scratched just the right spot. But then he stopped, and my body cried.

He released an unsteady breath. “I'm losing my goddamn mind over here. I've never... fuck, just look at you.” He squeezed my cheek, gave it a punishing slap, then went right back to fucking me with his fingers. “You need to be taught a lesson for making me feel like this.”

I released a guttural moan, my toes curling as the pleasure became too much to bear. I needed release.

“I'm going to buy you a house full of lingerie when we go back,” he promised. “You're too pretty to be left unspoiled, baby. Too pretty to be left unpunished.”

It was all a bunch of nonsense, but that didn't stop the ancient lizard part of my brain from hissing in pleasure.

“We also need to do something about this mess you're making,” he chided, pulling his hand away.

He lifted me from his lap, placed me facedown on the mattress, then slid a pillow under my stomach, angling my hips up for better access. I felt like a boneless ragdoll, succumbing to his every whim. And I loved it.

“I'm going to lick and suck your pretty pink pussy clean, but I'm not going to let you come. Not yet.”

“Adrien,” I whined.

“You shouldn't have lied to me so much.”

“This is so not a proportionate response,” I sighed, my core already starting to clench as he positioned himself behind me, spreading my lips wide open with his thumbs. “There is such a thing as too much foreplay, you know.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” The heat of his breath tickled my center, and I clenched. “I'm really going to enjoy this.”

He licked me. It was a firm, thorough lick, the thick pad of his tongue sliding from my clit all the way up to my entrance. And once he started, he didn't stop. He licked, kissed, sucked, and praised, but never gave me enough to push me over the edge. At one point he nipped a trail down my labia with his teeth, and I reached behind me and gripped his hair, begging for him to please, please, please keep going. He didn't.

I stopped counting how many times he edged me at around eight, mostly because I didn't have the mental capacity to keep going. By the end, I was so wound up and sensitive, that he was getting me there with just a couple of licks, or a small suckle of my clit.

“I need... how many...” I tried.

He was trailing the tip of his tongue along the crease between the inner part of my thigh and my sex, placing little kisses on my skin. I was going to die.

“Well, we were done with the lying count about three edges ago, but I'm a greedy man,” he murmured. “It's your fault for tasting so sweet. I could spend all night with my face stuffed between your legs, pretty girl, listening to you whimper and moan like that.”

No. Really. I was going to die.

“I hate you,” I breathed.

“Still haven't learned our lesson, I see.”

“Adrien.” I was going to cry. The mixture of pure pain and pleasure was becoming agonizing. Or amazing. I didn't know anymore.

“What, pretty girl? What do you need?”

“You. I need... please?” If I still had bones, I'd have reached for him again. But my arms were deadweight.

The mattress dipped as he moved. There was some shuffling, and then I had an entirely naked Adrien leaning over me, hard cock pressed to the cheek he'd spanked.

He brushed my hair away from my face and neck, then trailed soft kisses from my shoulder to my ear. “Use your words. Tell me exactly what you need.”

“I need you inside me.”

“Beg, Miss Sanchez,” he murmured into my ear, nibbling gently on the shell. He aligned himself with my entrance, taking a moment to breathe before making his full command. “Ask me to fuck you nicely.”

He used the same dark tone he had that day in his office when he'd instructed me to beg for the opportunity to earn Alba’s job back. But this time it made my stomach quiver in an entirely different way.

“Please fuck me nicely.” The words were so full of blubber, they barely sounded English.

He huffed a low chuckle. “There's nothing nice about the way I plan on fucking you, pretty girl, but close enough.”

Then he pushed the tip of his cock inside me, and we both moaned in agony. Or ecstasy. I really, really couldn't tell anymore. Couldn't think or breathe as he worked himself deeper and deeper, until he was buried all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck. You feel...” He stopped to take a breath, then circled a hand around my throat and used his grip to lift my head.

I turned my face slightly, just far enough for him to nibble on my lip as he began to roll his hips.

“Adrien.” The moan was barely audible, but it was enough. Whatever sense of control he still had snapped, and he slammed into me.

I was done. Between the hour-long edging and the added friction of having him inside me with no barrier, I was done. It only took a handful of hard thrusts for the orgasm to hit. And it hit with a fucking vengeance.

I choked out a cry, clenching around his punishing thrusts as an uncontrollable quake ripped through my leg. My breath was stolen, my vision speckled with tiny white stars, and I felt the tingles all the way in my toes, the tips of my ears.

It was incredible. Like all the orgasms I'd been denied rolled into one.

Adrien growled a string of dirty praises in my ear, his thrusts growing increasingly erratic. His hand switched from my throat to my clit, and I saw ten different versions of The Light.

“Fuck, baby. You take it so fucking well. Keep coming for me. Just like that.”

I would have begged for mercy, but I was too far gone to form the words. He kept going, kept rubbing my oversensitive ball of nerves to prolong my orgasm and keep me clenching and spasming around him. The second wave of ecstasy hit so impossibly hard and quick that I felt it seize muscles I didn't know I had.

“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.”

Adrien came with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he buried himself deep inside with one final thrust. Our bodies quivered and trembled against each other for what felt like blissful eternity, our breathing ragged, desperate, and sharp. From the feel and sounds of it, his orgasm had hit just as hard as mine.

Eventually he collapsed beside me, his heaving chest glistening in the moonlight. His head lolled to the side, his heavy, drunk gaze latching onto mine. We stared at each other in… awe? Mind-blown confusion?

I had a cheek pressed to the bed, a thin curtain of hair covering my face, and absolutely zero strength to move. There was a possibility that I'd never move again. Just stay like this in my new liquid form, entirely satiated for the rest of my life.

Adrien’s lips twitched as he took in my state. He reached over and brushed back the hair covering my vision, then he grazed a knuckle over my cheekbone and said, “You good?”

“I might be dead,” I whispered back, still panting.

His dimples flashed, his throat working with a huffed chuckle. Then he rolled over to his side, cradled the back of my neck in his palm, and leaned forward to kiss me. It was deep, gentle, and sweet, and made my heart flutter with alarming intensity. I almost reached for him again when he pulled away.

“Stay here,” he whispered, placing one last kiss on the tip of my nose before pushing himself out of bed. As if I had a choice.

There was some rustling in the ensuite bathroom—cupboards and drawers being opened, the tap running—and when Adrien reappeared, he was cradling an armful of stuff. He climbed back into bed, positioning himself behind me again.

“Does this hurt?” The tips of his fingers grazed the cheek he'd spanked, gentle and soothing.

I swallowed, a shiver tickling at the base of my spine in response to the little touch. What the hell had this man done to me?

“Not really,” I mumbled. “Why? Did you leave a mark?”

“Kind of. It's a little red,” his voice was back to a charred, almost pained tone. His fingers moved down, sliding to my center again. “And I'm spilling out of your pussy. It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, Sanchez.”

I shuddered, a sigh escaping as my stomach began to quiver all over again. But before I could do something stupid, like curl my ass up toward him like a feline in heat, he began to caress the inside of my thighs with a warm wet towel.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to twist my head to look at him.

“Just relax.”

I frowned skeptically but lay my head back down as he continued to delicately swipe away the slickness on my skin. He took his time, treating my body with the slow gentleness you'd use to handle a newborn kitten. Once he was done, he picked up a small jar of something that smelled like lavender and began to work it into the cheek he'd spanked.

“What’s that?” I mumbled, eyes half-mast. This was so nice and relaxing.

“Skin soothing cream.”

“You don't have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted quietly.

I sighed with pleasure, closing my eyes. After a few silent minutes, I smirked into the dark and muttered, “Hey, remember when you said you wouldn't touch me with a level A hazmat suit on?”

And that was what got us back onto the uncontrollable laughing track.