All Yours (An Erotica Collection)

Emma's heart thundered as the cab rolled to a stop outside the towering apartment building.

Twenty years old, and she had no idea what she'd gotten herself into-but the moment Adrian's name entered her life, nothing had felt safe, nothing had felt simple, and nothing had felt like it belonged to her... except maybe him.

Adrian was already waiting by the elevator, tall, broad, calm in that way that made him seem untouchable.

"Emma," he said, voice low and smooth. "You came."

Her mouth went dry as she stepped closer, trying to ignore the shiver that ran through her.

"I... I didn't know if-"

"You are here."

His hand brushed hers lightly as he gestured toward the elevator. The contact was fleeting, almost accidental, but enough to make her fingers tingle.

"That is all that matters."

The elevator ride was quiet. Every second she spent near him, every inch of space between them, made her gasp for air.

"Do you trust me?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

She blinked at him, caught off guard.

"I... I think so," she whispered.

"You will," he said softly, his gaze intense.

"And if you don't, we will fix that."

The doors opened, revealing his apartment-sleek, modern, yet with a warmth that made the tension in her body twist. He stepped aside, allowing her in, and immediately the door clicked shut behind her.

"You are mine here," he murmured.

"From the second you walked through that door, this is my space, and you are my responsibility. You will learn quickly how that feels."

A wicked jolt slammed into her chest. "Your... responsibility?"

He smiled "Yes. Mine to guide. Mine to test. Mine to... take."

Her breath hitched.

He walked toward her. Her mind screamed at her to step back, but her body betrayed her, leaning forward, drawn to him as if some invisible cord pulled her closer.

Adrian stopped just inches from her, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

"You are trembling," he noted.

"Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

"Good girl," he whispered. "See? You respond to me."

Her throat tightened.

Adrian tilted her chin up gently, meeting her gaze with eyes dark and commanding.

"You are mine tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes... Daddy," she breathed.

He exhaled slowly, satisfied.

"Good."

Adrian's mouth crashed against hers without warning. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, stealing the air from her lungs. When he pulled back, his hand was already fisted in her hair, arching her neck so she had no choice but to look up at him.

"Strip," he ordered, voice rough. "Slowly. Let me see what belongs to me."

Emma's fingers shook as she obeyed, peeling off her thin sweater, then her skirt, until she stood in nothing but pale-pink lace. Adrian's gaze raked over her like fire.

"All of it."

The bra and panties fell to the floor. Cool air kissed her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his stare.

He circled her once, then stopped behind her. His palm slid down her spine, stopping just above the curve of her ass.

"Hands on the back of the couch. Don't move them."

She obeyed instantly, bending forward, bare breasts swaying as she gripped the leather.

Adrian stepped close; she could feel the hard line of his cock pressing against the seam of his trousers, grinding slowly against her.

"You are dripping already," he murmured, fingers sliding between her thighs from behind, spreading her slick folds. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning, curling hard. Emma cried out, legs trembling.

"That is it. Let me hear how much you need this."

He fucked her slowly with his fingers, thumb circling her clit until her thighs shook and her moans turned desperate. Just as she hung on one breath from shattering, he pulled out, leaving her empty and aching.

"Please... Daddy-"

The sharp crack of his hand on her ass cut her off. Heat bloomed across her skin.

"You cum when I say. Not before."

He spun her around, pushing her down onto the wide leather couch. In seconds his belt was open, trousers shoved down just enough to free his cock-thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. Emma's mouth watered.

Adrian gripped her throat lightly, tilting her face up.

"Open."

She did. He fed himself into her mouth inch by inch, groaning as her lips stretched around him. He didn't go easy; he fucked her mouth in slow thrusts, letting her taste him, letting her gag just enough to feel owned. Tears pricked her eyes, but she took it, desperate to please him.

When he pulled free, a string of saliva still connected them. He wiped it across her cheek.

"On your back. Legs open. Show me that pretty cunt."

Emma scrambled to obey, spreading herself wide on the cool leather. Adrian knelt between her thighs, dragging the head of his cock through her soaked folds, coating himself.

"Look at me," he commanded.

She met his eyes as he pushed in-one long, merciless thrust that buried him to the hilt. Emma's back arched off the couch, a broken cry tearing from her throat.

"Fuck, you are tight," he growled. "This pussy was made for me."

He didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard and deep, hips snapping, the couch creaking beneath them. Every thrust dragged across that spot inside her that made her see stars. One hand pinned both her wrists above her head... the other slid to her throat again, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.

"Say it," he demanded between thrusts. "Who do you belong to?"

"You-Daddy-only you-"

He shifted the angle, pounding harder, and she shattered-cuming with a scream, walls clenching around him so tight he cursed under his breath.

Adrian pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her stomach. Before she could catch her breath, he hauled her hips up and slammed back in. The new position let him go even deeper; Emma clawed at the cushions, sobbing with pleasure.

His hand came down on her ass again-once, twice-then slid up to the back of her neck, pressing her cheek to the leather.

"You are going to wear my mark, little girl."

He leaned over her, teeth grazing the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder. Then he bit down-hard. Emma screamed into the cushion as the sharp pain twisted into blinding pleasure, her second orgasm ripping through her.

Adrian followed right after, burying himself deep and cuming with a groan, pulsing hot inside her. He stayed there, locked against her, teeth still clamped on her neck until the last shudder left them both.

Finally he released her skin, licking over the raw, perfect imprint of his bite-dark, unmistakable.

"There," he whispered against the mark, voice ragged with satisfaction. "Now everyone will know exactly who you belong to."

He leaned back slightly, just enough to let her breathe.

"You will learn quickly that following my lead isn't optional," he said softly. "And tonight... we start."

Emma stayed there, trembling.

"Yes... Daddy."