Aria POV

Adrian did not rush me. He took his time, which made me feel a little more at ease.

He led me down a narrow hallway covered with black silk curtains. The deeper we walked, the quieter it became. My heels slammed loudly against the floor, and my heart beat fast in my chest each passing seconds.

He stopped in front of a plain wooden door. It looked simple and normal on the outside. He opened it slowly and stepped aside for me to enter.

The room inside was smaller than the main hall. A warm amber lamp glowed in the corner, which lighten up the space gently.

At the center of the room was a wide black leather bench, with a hand cuffs attached to each corner, then at the other end was a longer cuff which caught my attention.

"What is this," I asked pointing to the second cuff, about to walk towards it, but Adrian held my hand stopping me from moving further.

"Spreader bar, itʼs used to cuff the leg."

The mention of that made my clench my leg in anticipation. But I said nothing more.

On the wall were different tools neatly arranged, silk ropes, leather straps, paddles, and a dark flogger. I know all this because Ashley give me books to read on this. I didn't even suspect she was into stuffs like this.

Nothing in there looked violent.

Everything looked carefully placed.

Adrian closed the door behind us. The soft click made the room feel private.

"No pressure," he said calmly. "We stop the moment you say stop. If you say red, everything ends immediately."

I nodded slowly.

"Okay."

"I wonʼt go indepth with you because you seems new to this."

I nodded again.

He stepped closer. I could smell him now, his clean soap, warm skin, and a faint smell of cigarettes.

My body reacted instantly.

My nipples hardened under my dress, and a slow heat spread between my legs.

"Turn around," he said gently.

And I obeyed.

His fingers found the zipper on my dress. He pulled it down bit by bit in a slow and sensual way, his thumb rubbing the nape of my neck, down to my spine in a circular motion. Cool air touched my back as the fabric slid off my shoulders.

The dress fell to the floor.

I stood there in only my black lace panties, bra, and heels.

Without thinking, I crossed my arms over my chest feeling too exposed.

"Arms down," he commanded with a thick voice that made me shiver.

I lowered them instantly.

He walked around me slowly, his eyes moving over my body. Not in a way that made my cringe. More like he was studying and accessing me.

"Beautiful," he said. His eyes focused on my hardened nipple with was now obvious through my lacy bra.

The word made red rush to my cheek, and warmth spread through my stomach.

He guided me toward what I assumed to be a bondage bench.

"Lie down," he said. "Face up." He whispered against my ear. He doesn't sound like the cool Adrian from earlier.

I climbed onto the leather bench. It was slightly warm, and my heart was racing.

He secured the cuffs around my wrists first. The leather was soft and comfortable.

Then he secured my ankles.

My body was open and exposed. I tested the restraints slightly.

They held me in place.

He stood beside me, looking down at me. My boobs in display for him.

"Color?" he asked.

"Purple," I whispered.

He picked up a piece of black silk.

"Blindfold?"

I hesitated, then nodded.

The silk covered my eyes, and darkness filled my vision. Suddenly every small feeling became stronger, the cool air on my skin, the sound of his breathing, the soft movement of the leather.

His fingers brushed lightly across my collarbone.

Then he moved lower, to my chest, then my boobs. He circled one nipple gently through my bra. Leaving a feeling have never experienced before.

I gasped softly.

"Good girl," he murmured.

The praise made heat rush through my body.

He removed my bra slowly with so much expertise. The cool air touched my skin, making me shiver at the sensation.

Then his mouth replaced the cold air.

His lips were warm against my hardened nipple. His tongue moved slowly around me, sending pleasure through my chest.

I arched slightly against the cuffs.

He kissed down my stomach down to my thigh, slowly.

When he slid my panties down my legs, a soft moan escaped my lips.

Now I was completely exposed. His breath brushed my inner thigh.

So close, but not close enough.

"Tell me what you want," he said quietly.

I bit my lip.

"I... I don't know." I said, finding it difficult to understand what I'm craving.

"Yes, you do."

His fingers traced between my thighs, barely touching it.

I whimpered. "Please..."

"Please what?" He asked softly.

"Touch me." I said, twisting uncontrollably.

"Where?"

My face felt hot. "Between my legs."

He nodded his head grinning from ear to ear. Slowly he slid one finger through my wetness.

circling my clit.

Then stopped.

I whimpered again.

"Patience," he murmured.

Then he slipped two fingers inside me. He moved them slowly at first, pressing down my clit until a burst of pleasure made me cry out.

My body arched.

He moved faster. My breathing became uneven.

He continued with his finger, then he placed his finger with his tongue the pleasure exploded through my body.

I came with a loud cry, my legs shaking and my back arching against the restraints.

He kept going, drawing the pleasure out until I was trembling.

"Please... Adrian... it's too much..."

He finally slowed down. He kissed my thigh gently.

I lay there shaking, trying to catch my breath. He removed the blindfold.

The soft light returned, and his dark eyes were watching me carefully. He unfastened the cuffs.

I thought it was over.

But it wasn't.

He helped me up and gently bent me over the edge of the bench. My chest pressed against the leather while my hips stay up in the air slightly.

His hand slid slowly down my back.

"You're shaking," he said.

"I know." I replied, still shaking at the wave of pleasure.

"Still purple?" he asked.

"Yes."

His hand struck my ass lightly.

I gasped.

Another slap followed. Slightly harder than the previous. He kept on spanking, rubbing, and soothing with his hands.

The sting quickly turned into pleasure, quickly. I moaned enjoying every bit of this.

He continued slowly, building a steady rhythm until warmth spread across my skin.

Then he stopped, kissing my earlobe softly.

I heard the sound of his zipper. A moment later, I felt something urge press against me.

He leaned close to my ear.

"Say yes." He groaned.

"Yes," I whispered. "Please."

With that he entered me slowly. The feeling was deep and amazing.

A broken moan escaped my lips.

He moved roughly into me, holding my hips firmly. One of his hands reached around and touched my clit again.

He moved in a rapid motion, going deeper and faster. With each thrust he spank my ass making me cry louder.

Mintiues later I came hard, my leg shaking uncontrollably.

"A...Adrian," I cried out his name without thinking.

Moments later he followed, pouring his hot release on my back his breath heavy against my neck.

Afterward, he wrapped a soft blanket around me and held me close.

I rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

For the first time in years, I felt calm, free.

Alive.

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When I woke up later, the room was quiet.

A soft golden light filled the space, coming from the small lamp in the corner. For a moment, I stayed still, trying to remember where I was.

Then the memories of the night slowly returned.

The club.

Adrian.

My lips curved into a small smile as I turned to the side.

But the other half of the bench was empty.

The blanket beside me was cold.

My smile faded instantly.

"Adrian?" I called softly.

My voice sounded strange in the quiet room.

No answer.

I sat up slowly, the blanket slipping down to my lap. My body still felt warm and sore from the night before.

The room looked the same, the leather bench, the dim lamp.The toys neatly hanging on the wall.

But he was gone.

My eyes moved around the room again, searching for clue... just anything.

That was when I noticed the small folded paper on the table beside the bench.

My chest tightened as I reached for it.

For some reason, I hesitated before opening it.

Finally, I unfolded the paper.

The message was short.

__Sometimes we are meant to enjoy pleasure just once, and keep it as memories__.

**A**

I stared at the words for a long moment.

A strange ache formed in my chest. It didn't make sense, I barely knew him.

It had only been one night.

Just a few hours with a man whose last name I didn't even know. Yet it felt like I had know him all my life, my heart broke into multiple pieces.

I slowly folded the note again and placed it back on the table.

Then I stood up and gathered my clothes from the floor with tears in my eyes.

My legs felt weak as I dressed.

When I finally stepped out of the room, the club was still active. With both men and women doing thier things.

Music played softly in the background.

People laughed, talked, and moved through the dim lights like nothing had changed.

I walked through the crowd quietly, keeping my eyes down. No one stopped me, no one seemed to notice me leaving.

When I finally reached the exit, I pushed the door open and stepped outside. I thought about Ashley, but I know she would be fine.

The coo breeze rushed against my skin.

I inhaled deeply, letting the cold air fill my lungs.

For a moment, I stood there on the sidewalk, staring at the dark street ahead.

Then I started walking. I didn't look back at the building behind me.

Tears blurred my vision, but I blinked them away.

I told myself it didn't matter, It had only been one night.

Just a moment, just a memory to hold on to. That was all it was ever meant to be.

I hoped I was wrong, I hoped I would see him again.

And the thought of that scared me more than anything.

ARIA POV

The sunlight slips through my window casting an eerie glow on my face.

I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head.

My body still felt sore and heavy, my muscles ached in a strange but pleasant way that instantly brought back memories of last night.

The club. Adrian.

My eyes opened slowly.

For a moment I just stared at the ceiling, replaying everything in my head. Then the memory of the note hit me again.

Sometimes we are meant to enjoy pleasure just once and keep it as a memory.

I sighed and forced myself out of bed.

"Stupid," I muttered to myself.

Why was I even thinking about him? It had only been one night. I barely even knew the man.

Still... the empty feeling in my chest hadn't disappeared. I shook my head and walked toward the bathroom.

"Forget it, Aria," I told my reflection in the mirror. "He already did. I doubt he still remembers the night we shared."

My mind drifted to my dad, and I hope he won't question my whereabouts.

By the time I came downstairs, the house was already awake.

Our dining room was large, placed beside a window. The polished surface reflected the morning sunlight.

My father sat at the head of the table, reading something on his tablet while drinking his usual black coffee. I looked to the left hoping to see my mother, but she wasn't sitting.

Meaning she wasnʼt back from her trip.

My father didn't look up when I entered.

"You're late," he said calmly.

I grabbed a cup of coffee from the table and sat down.

"Good morning to you too, Dad," I replied sarcastically

He lowered the tablet slightly and looked at me over the rim of his glasses.

"You should learn discipline, Aria. Waking up at noon is not productive." He drawled.

"It's not noon," I said, taking a sip of coffee.

"Ten thirty," he answered.

"Exactly."

He sighed, having just confirmed his disappointment in humanity.

Then he set the tablet down. "I've hired a new driver.

I blinked. "Okay," I responded, surprised as to why I needed that information.

"Our previous driver quit yesterday."

I shrugged uninterested. "That happens," I replied still sipping my coffee.

My father frowned slightly. "You don't seem very interested."

"Why should I be?" I asking getting tired of the back and forth.

"You will be using him daily."

"I used the last one daily too," I replied calmly. "I survived."

He ignored my tone. "He starts today."

"Great," I said, reaching for a piece of toast. Right at that moment, the dining room door opened.

I didn't bother looking up.

I was too busy adding more sugar to my coffee.

My father spoke first. "Ah. Perfect timing."

Something about the tone in his voice made me glance up. And the cup nearly slipped from my hand.

Standing in the doorway was no other person than Adrian.

For a second, my brain refused to accept what my eyes were seeing.

Same tall frame, same calm posture, same dark eyes. Except now he was wearing a clean blue suit, and standing inside my father's house.

My heart beat violently against my chest. I had to hold it to stop it from falling.

No.

That wasn't possible. Adrain doesn't look like someone who would have to drive rich men to survive. He looks rich himself.

Something doesn't add up.

This had to be some kind of nightmare. But Adrian looked completely normal, composed, and professional. Like last night had never happened. He walked into the room slowly and stopped right beside the table.

My father gestured toward him. "Aria, this is your new driver."

I stared at Adrian, unable to speak.

My fingers tightened around the coffee cup.

He looked at me calmly, no surprise or shock on his face. He held a blank look.

Then he bowed his head slightly, in a polite and respectful way.

"Good morning, Miss Bennett."

The words made me froze.

_Miss Bennett._

Like I wasn't the same woman he had held in his arms just a few hours ago. My heart was beating so loudly I was sure everyone in the room could hear it.

But Adrian didn't react. He didn't look nervous or embarrassed.

He didn't look like the man who had spent the night with me. He looked exactly like what my father had introduced him as.

A driver.

My father glanced between us. Oblivious of what was going on.

"You two will be seeing each other often," he said casually.

I swallowed the bile raising in my chest.

Adrian's gaze met mine for a second.

Just one second. But something dangerous flashed in his eyes. Something that reminded me exactly of the man from last night.

Then it disappeared.

His expression returned to calm professionalism driver. My heart was still beating fast.

Different thoughts kept running through my head. And one thing I was sure about was that he wasn't surprised to see me.

Not even a little.

Which meant one thing.

Adrian already knew whose house he was walking into.

ARIA POV

My father finished his coffee as if nothing unusual had just happened.

Like the man standing a few feet away from me wasn't the same man who had spent the night making my entire body burn.

My father finally stood from the table adjusting the cuffs of his suit.

"Adrian." He called.

"Yes, sir,"

"You will drive Aria to her university today."

"Of course, sir."

After he picked up his tablet and walked out of the house without even bidding me goodbye.

Well I wasn't new to that.

Now I was left with him. Adrian. I sat still, staring at Adrian. He didn't look at me, he even didʼnt spare me a glance.

He remained where he was, his face hard as steel.

I forced my legs to move.

I slowly went back to my room to grab my bag. I slammed the door, running my hand through my hair.

"This is a bad idea," I cried out in frustration.

I took my bag and walked toward the door. Adrian was still standing in the exact same spot where I had left him. I walked out anyway.

He moved behind me like a bodyguard.

The walk to the driveway felt longer than usual.

The morning air was cool against my skin, but my body felt hot.

The black car was already prepared outside the mansion gates.

Adrian opened the back door for me bowing lightly. "Miss Bennett," he said, in that same formal tone again.

"Fucking coward," I muttered, under my breath.

I climbed inside the car without saying anything. I didn't want to give him the impression that he has a hold over me.

The leather seat felt cold against my skin. A second later, the door beside me was slammed shut.

Adrian walked around the car and got into the driver's seat.

The engine started.

And just like that, we were leaving the mansion.

The silence inside the car was unbearable. My fingers tightened around my bag.

I stared at the back of Adrian's head. His shoulders were relaxed, while his hands moved calmly on the steering wheel. Like nothing had happened between us, like last night never existed. Like he doesnʼt even know me.

I know everywhere was dark when we saw, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be able to make out my face. Because I could also make out his face in the dark.

Was he seriously pretending? My chest tightened at the thought of that.

The car stopped at a red light. That was it. I know I shouldnʼy have done that, but fuck I had run out of patience.

"Explain. Now." I yelled, my words came out sharp.

Adrian didn't react immediately, his eyes stayed on the road. Like he didn't hear me.

The traffic light turned green, and the car started moving again.

My anger rose.

"Are you going to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about?"

Still nothing.

I leaned forward slightly in my seat. "Adrian." This time my voice was colder.

Finally, he spoke. His tone was calm.

"What would you like me to explain, Miss Bennett?" he asked.

My jaw dropped. "Are you serious right now?" I asked, my voice shaky.

I didn't want to sound desperate, but I couldn't help it. He made me feel what I haveʼnt felt in years. I couldn't blame myself.

His eyes met mine briefly through the rearview mirror. His expression remained dark, holding no emotions.

"Very serious." He responded, clenching his jaw.

I felt heat rush to my face in embarrassment.

"You spent the night with me." I dropped my voice, "... in that club."

Silence filled the car again.

For a moment, I wondered if he would deny it.

But he didn't.

"I remember," Adrian said.

My chest tightened with a mix of anger and something worse... disappointment.

"Then why are you acting as if nothing happened?"

His gaze returned to the road. "Because nothing happened that should affect my job. What happened at the club remained in the club."

I stared at the back of his head in disbelief. "Your job? Remained in the club?" I repeated still in shock.

"Yes."

"You spent the entire night with me," I said through clenched teeth. "And now you're pretending I'm just your boss's daughter?" My voice rose despite trying to keep it down.

Adrian slowed the car slightly. "Lower your voice, Miss Bennett."

That did it. "Stop calling me that!" The words burst out of me.

"Miss Bennett. Miss Bennett. Miss Bennett." I mocked angrily. "You didn't call me that last night."

The car grew quiet again. For a moment, Adrian said nothing.

Then he spoke quietly. "Last night and today are two different situations."

I clenched my fist, resisting the urge to punch that word off his mouth. "Oh really?"

"Yes."

"What exactly changed overnight, Adrian? Or should I call you the dominant driver now?"

I know I shouldʼt have said that. But you can't tell an angry woman what not to say.

Adrian's jaw tightened slightly at my word, but he ignored it. "You became my employer's daughter."

The words hurt me more than I expected. I leaned back slowly in my seat.

"So that's it?" I asked bitterly. "That's your explanation?"

Adrian didn't answer.

The silence stretched between us.

My mind kept replaying the night in the club. His hands, his voice. The way he looked at me.

That man felt real.

But the man driving this car? He felt like a stranger.

"You knew," I said suddenly. Adrian's eyes darted in the mirror. "You knew whose house you were walking into."

It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement.

He didn't deny it. "Yes." He said coldly.

My stomach dropped.

"You knew I was Victor Bennett's daughter... and you still..." I stopped myself.

Adrian spoke before I could finish. "The club has rules."

My eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"What happens inside stays inside." His voice was firm now. "That night belonged to the club. Not to our lives outside it."

I let out a dry laugh.

"So you're just going to erase it?"

Adrian didn't answer.

The university gates appeared ahead of us. Students walked around the campus. The car slowed to a stop near the entrance.

Adrian got out and opened my door. "Your university, Miss Bennett."

I stepped out slowly. For a moment, we stood there facing each other.

This was the first time I had seen him up close since this morning. And I couldn't deny the fact that he looked exactly the same. Same posture, same calmness.

But his eyes... They weren't as cold as he wanted me to believe.

"You're lying," I said quietly.

His expression didn't change. "What do you mean?"

"You're pretending it meant nothing," I said, holding his gaze. "But it did, deep down you know that."

For the first time since the drive started, Adrian looked slightly unsettled.

I stepped back, without waiting for his answer. "See you later... driver."

Then I turned and walked toward the university entrance.

I didn't bother looking back, but I could feel his gaze on me.