Chapter 15 Chapter 15
The door flew open with a bang, shattering the electric haze between us. Paul stormed in, his stern face twisting into shock as his eyes raked over the scene—Adrianna’s near-naked body twisted around the pole, breasts heaving with each breath, nipples stiff and begging, her lace panties soaked and clinging to her swollen pussy lips. And me, inches away, crimson skin flushed, cock tenting my pants like a fucking beast ready to pounce. The air thickened with our shared arousal, her musky scent mixing with my demonic heat, undeniable tension crackling like lightning.
Paul's jaw clenched, authoritative glare snapping between us.
“What the hell is this? Adrianna, you know the rules—no personal shit in the VIP rooms. And you…” He jabbed a finger at me, business-minded scowl deepening. “Just because you throw big bucks around does not mean that you can break the rules, this isn’t how bookings work. The door remains unlocked at all times for the safety of our dancers. Get out before I call security.”
Adrianna’s eyes lit with wicked fire, that independent spark igniting into something daring. She didn't stop—oh no, she smirked, turning the intrusion into fuel. Her curvy hips rolled slower, more deliberate, ass cheeks flexing as she ground against the pole, full breasts bouncing with hypnotic rhythm.
“Relax, Paul, I am the one who locked the door, it was an accident.” she purred, voice husky and laced with tease, locking sultry glances on him while her body screamed sin. “Besides, I am just giving the client what he paid for. You wanna join the show or enforce your precious rules? I don’t mind if you join. We have an hour left.”
I froze, possessive rage boiling in my veins, but the vow chained me— no forcing, no claiming without her permission. Emotions surged through our bond: her thrill at the risk, the forbidden edge of eyes on us, mirroring my own aching need. Paul watched, transfixed despite himself, his professional facade cracking as her dance heated up. She bent low, thighs spreading wide to flash the damp lace riding up her slit, clit outlined and throbbing visibly. A soft moan escaped her lips, nipples grazing the cool metal, sending shivers down her spine that I felt echo in my cock, pre-cum leaking steadily.
Fuck, the jealousy tore at me—her teasing him, that body I worshipped in dreams now on display for yet another. But beneath it, the supernatural pull hummed stronger, our connection a secret thread weaving through the exposure. I couldn't let him ruin this. With a growl swallowed in my throat, I dissolved my corporeal form, fading into the shadows along the wall, invisible ether wrapping around me like a curse. My body ached, cock pulsing hard and untouched, ridges along its length straining for her heat. I bit back the desperate urge to materialize, to murder Paul or shove him out the room just so I could bury my face between her thighs, licking her dripping pussy until she begged.
Adrianna sensed me there, hidden and tormented—her eyes flicked to the shadows, a private smirk curling her lips as she amped the performance. She dropped to her knees, arching her back to thrust her ass high, fingers trailing down her curves, dipping under the lace to circle her clit with slow, wet circles. She was tormenting me, punishing me for leaving her, but I could also see and feel that she was also affected. Our bond caused an eternal loop of suffering. The more I lust after her, the more she wants to torment and deny me. The more she torments me with her body, the more I imagine fucking her against every surface in the vicinity. With each scenario, she gets more turned on, which in turn made me crave her even more.
“Like what you see, boss?” she taunted Paul, bold moves daring him closer, breasts swaying as she fingered herself openly, juices slicking her thighs. The room filled with the obscene sounds—her soft gasps, the wet schlick of her touch—heightening the thrill of our hidden bond.
Paul shifted, bulge growing in his pants, but his respect for boundaries held; he cleared his throat, face reddening.
“Five minutes, Adrianna. Wrap it up properly, and go home, you're done for the night.” He excused himself as he backed out, door slamming shut, leaving the air humming with unresolved heat.
The second he was gone, Adrianna spun toward the shadows, breath ragged, eyes blazing with that deep craving she'd fought all night.
“Apollo,” she whispered, voice breaking on my name, torn fire yielding to the pull we'd shared since her birth.
I rematerialized in a rush, crimson form lunging for her, our bodies colliding in a fierce, secret crash. My hands—finally—gripped her waist, pulling her curvy frame flush against me, her full breasts mashing into my chest, nipples scraping my skin like fire.
“Adrianna,” I groaned, our telepathic bond flooding with possessive love, the fantasy of this moment shattering years of restraint. “Why must you torment me so, love?” I dropped to my knees before her, worshipping like the demon devotee I was, mouth kissing her belly as my grip tightened around her.
I could feel her fingers tangling in my hair, yanking my head back to look up at her. Emotions crashed through me: the raw intimacy of our supernatural tie, her independence melting into surrender, my love a possessive blaze as I wanted to devour her.
“Fuck,” I could feel her legs quivering as my fingers slipped inside her—I trailed bites up her stomach, claiming every inch of skin I could reach, my cock throbbing against her leg, ridges begging to stretch her wide. “Apollo, you got to stop.”
I stood up and started to leave, but she pushed me back suddenly, eyes wild with that teasing fire reignited, straddling my lap on the couch. Her hand wrapped around my thick shaft, stroking the ridged length, pre-cum slicking her palm.
“You can’t leave, not yet,” she breathed, grinding her wet pussy along my cock, coating it in her juices without letting me in. The torment twisted sweeter now, our bond pulsing with promise—more to come, the dream seduction edging toward reality, her words hanging unspoken in the heated air.
“Have you finally forgiven me?”
“No, I do not know if I can. But,” She answers as she brings our heads together. “I also can no longer deny that I need you more than air, nor will I deny myself the pleasure of your touch.”