Five Nights in Paris

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Chapter Eleven

Holly, Present day


The ride up felt horrendously long, but when the doors finally opened, I dragged him behind me to the suite. I felt like a zombie, moving without control and mindless, I wouldn’t have cared if fucked me there in the hall for everyone to watch. As the door clicked shut behind us, I stripped quickly, letting the dress fall to the floor and keeping my legs straight and pressed together as I bent to retrieve it. I heard his boots pad across the living area to the windows, I looked up in time to see him jerk the curtains open. The night sky was gorgeous, but I knew that wasn’t his reason for opening them. I clasped my hands in front of me, pushing my tits together, as I watched him pace the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He loosened his tie and removed his vest, letting it flutter to the ground, he paused and reached for the bag he’d tossed on the couch and my heart stopped as he laid out the contents.

“Come here,” he ordered. “Is there anything here you don’t want to play with?”

I tried not to show the shock on my face as I took in the items, all things that we had used together; a leather gag with a medium-sized dildo on one side, several yards of black silk rope, nipple clamps, a long thin wooden paddle, and a Nikon digital camera. That paddle and I had history, the camera, on the other hand, was new.

I looked up at him, assessing his face. “You want to record us?” We had done it before, and I remembered how exciting it was to watch us - it was fascinating and erotic, to see what he saw.

“Only if you want to, but I’d understand if you’d rather not.” He paused and I watched a flush creep up his neck. “Something to remember the night by, since we don’t know what will happen in a few days.”

Oh, Adrien. I wanted to, I knew it wasn’t the smartest thing in the world, but I wanted to have a physical memory to take home, in case I couldn’t take him with me. I agreed and we quickly set the ground rules for the footage, I would hold onto it and make him a copy, it was never to be shared with anyone else. He went to set up the camera and I felt myself getting jittery with excitement.

He came back grinning. “Now put your arms behind your back - forearms together.”

I followed his guidance as he artfully weaved the rope around my torso, over my shoulders, around my breasts, and around my forearms. In the end, my arms were secured behind my back and my tits trapped between the lengths of rope. He flexed my hand out fully, making sure my fingers were fully extended, he did that a few more times before he was sure I could remember the signal. As he held the gag, he raised my chin so I would meet his gaze.

“Are you alright with the gag, or should we leave it out for now?” His voice was gentle, full of concern.

I don’t want to leave anything out! I shook my head and opened my mouth happily. Adrien eased the dildo into my mouth slowly, watching me closely as he did. When it was all the way in he secured the buckle behind my head, under my hair. The leather section covered most of my cheeks and jaw, the coolness of it was soothing, the toy itself was thick and had my lips pulled tight around it. I couldn’t do anything but suck on the rubber cock in my mouth, it didn’t taste like anything in particular, but it felt heavenly to have something in my mouth - calming almost. He tested my hand signal again before he picked up the nipple clamps. My heart was pounding in my throat as his fingers traced small circles around my nipples until they were firm peaks, I watched his hands with wide, nervous eyes. I risked a glance at his face, he was smirking at me and pinned me under his strong gaze as I felt the clamps close harshly on my sensitive flesh. I moaned around the gag, my eyes falling shut as he tightened them a fraction. Every sensation was so different; the rope, the leather, the silicone and cool metal, it was overwhelming. The pain in my tits wasn’t sharp, it was hot and almost throbbing, and it made me clench my thighs together in longing. Adrien jerked the chain suddenly and I cried out around my gag.

He chuckled as I leaned forward, desperate to escape the sparks of pain. “Bend over the couch.”

I obeyed, turning around to rest my torso on the back of the sofa. As soon as I did his hands came to rest on my hips, and he kicked my feet further apart. He was so close, I could just barely feel his pants brushing against the back of my thighs. My pussy was aching, and I pushed back on him, desperate for relief. His hand came down fast and sharp on my ass, I yelped again - choking slightly on the gag. He stepped away and I knew what he was getting, I clenched my fists in preparation for the blow.

“What do you think chaton, five or ten?”

I choked on the dildo as I tied to scream out - five! His hand rubbed my ass softly, trying to lull me into a false sense of security. I knew better, but every nerve was on fire and his touch was so gentle that I closed my eyes as I relaxed slightly. Adrien’s reaction was instant, the paddle landed sharply across both cheeks, dead center. I wailed around the gag, tears burning in my eyes as the pain shot throughout my lower half.

“One.” The sound of his voice soothed me almost as much as his hand did.

The next blow was worse, striking lower this time - the paddle hit the soft spot where my ass cheek met my thighs, and because of my position he hit my pussy too. Tears started to stream down my face, I couldn’t stop them if I wanted to.

“Two.”

The paddle had sent the most delicious feelings straight to my clit, but the pain was blossoming, and I moaned helplessly as it got more intense. I was drooling around the gag, sucking mindlessly on the fake cock, wishing I could pull it deeper into my mouth. Adrien jerked my head up, my hair clutched in his fist, through my teary-eyed gaze I could see the wicked glint in his eyes, and the way his jaw clenched as he stared me down.

“You look so beautiful like this chaton, like my own personal whore.” The sound of his voice was primal, almost a growl.

I was filled with embarrassment at his words, not because of their meaning, but because of the way my body responded. I could feel my arousal dripping down my leg now, and my snatch tightening on nothing. So close, so close, so close...

He released me and I let my head sag down as he walked back behind me, every step he took vibrated through me and my hyper-aware nerves. I felt the wood glide lightly up my leg, following the trail of wetness until it was nestled between my folds. Adrien rubbed the paddle across my opening, barely touching my clit, covering it in my juices and making it slick to the touch. When he pulled it away, it took everything in me to not push back. The third and fourth blows came in rapid succession, the harsh sting barely had time to register before he struck again. Every hit made me jerk forward, making the chain attaching the clamps sway and pull on my nipples, sending an electric current straight to my swollen clit. The tears kept coming, and the leather over my mouth was sticky from the mixture of my lipstick and saliva. I whimpered as my knees shook, threatening to give out. The fifth strike was the worst, the same spot as the first, directly across the middle of my ass. Pain spread like fire as I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed around my gag, a new flood of wetness seeped down my thigh. I was breathing shallowly, only able to take in so much air around the dildo. Adrien grasped the rope harness and pulled me up, he forced me to turn around, clutching my chin so I had nowhere to look but his eyes.

“Kneel for me.”

I sank to my knees, staring up at him and pleading silently. He roughly undid his belt and zipper, maintaining eye contact all the while. The way his chest rose and fell with every quick breath was enough to tell me he was nearing the end; his eyes were heavy-lidded and hungry. I couldn’t help but watch as he pulled his cock out; it was rigid and leaking heavily as he stroked up and down. His grip was tight, and his movement slow, I was mesmerized, I wanted nothing more than for him to take the gag off so I could taste him.

His free hand cupped my chin as he spoke to me, “I could end this right here,” his tone was conversational, casual, a veiled threat. “I could take that gag off and fuck your pretty mouth, I could make you swallow my cum and choke on every inch on my cock. Or I could finish on your sweet face, make you look even more like the filthy slut you are.”

Anything Master, anything you want. There was no embarrassment this time, only acceptance as I felt my pussy dripping with desire. He dragged the leaking head of his cock across the gag, and then over my cheeks through the track of tears. I closed my eyes as every muscle in my groin clenched and my clit throbbed desperately.

He released my jaw and jerked my head back, my chin brushing his cock. “But your cunt is dripping for me and I want to fuck you until you’re a brainless whore because that’s all you are, chaton.”

His hand moved back to stroke my cheek lovingly and I nuzzled into his palm, everything was soft and floaty, and I didn’t want to be anywhere else. He pulled me up and unwound my binding, carefully stroking his palm across every indent the rope had made. Adrien marched me forward to the window, and my stomach plummeted as I braced myself on the glass. It was well past midnight, not that anyone could see up this high, but the feeling of knowing someone, somewhere, might see me like this made me giddy - like my energy was renewed.

He pushed my hair over my shoulder so he could kiss and nip my throat, I moaned wantonly as I felt his cock probing my opening and brushing against my clit. His fingers dug into my hips so hard I knew I would have bruises, but his sudden thrust forward - sinking completely into me, was more than enough to distract me from it. I choked on the gag again from the violent movement, I rested my cheek against the cool glass as he continued to fuck me viciously. I couldn’t think, there was nothing more than chasing my orgasm that was building with every slam of his groin on my ass. I was on the edge, his cock bottoming out against me over and over, the pressure was painful ecstasy, while the curve dragged heavily along my g-spot and made my pussy tighten on him with every thrust. He grasped my hair and pulled me back against his chest as he fucked me and I whimpered at him, begging him to feel my need.

“Come for me,” he growled, his hand leaving my hair to rub my clit furiously.

That was all it took, everything crashed down around me at once, every overwhelming touch, sensation, feeling - I trembled as my body was racked with wave after wave of pleasure. I felt like I was going to pass out just as he wrapped his arms around my waist, clutching me to him as he came. His breathing slowed and I couldn’t stand anymore, my legs gave out and I sank to the floor in a puddle of our fluids, frantically trying to release my gag. Adrien got it off and I sucked in as much air as I could and leaned against his chest. I felt him slowly loosen the clamps, and I shivered as icy cold jolt shot through my breasts. I pulled at my heels, and my feet throbbed in relief as I undid the clasps.

"Mon âme, ma amour, mon chaton,” he whispered into my hair and stroked my arm gently.

I sniffled and wiped my eyes before I tried to find my words, “I think I overdid it a bit.” I tried to laugh, but it came out as a strangled sob.

Adrien froze, I started to panic, thinking I’d upset him. He tilted my chin up so he could look at me. ”Ma chere, look at me, tell me if it was too much.” His voice was gentle, urging me to tell the truth.

My stomach twisted in knots, I wanted this, I didn’t want to tell him it had been too much. New tears welled up, I felt like I failed him like I didn’t measure up to his expectations. “I’m sorry Master,” I choked and started to cry.

I clung to him desperately, crying into his shoulder and unable to stop. I couldn’t remember ever coming down this hard after a scene. He eased me up off the floor and then scooped me into his arms, carrying me off to the bathroom. He set me back on my feet and kept one hand on me as he spread a towel across the counter, then hoisted me onto it and kissed my forehead.

Adrien stroked my hair and gazed at me with concern. “I’m going to run a bath, stay put,” he murmured.

I nodded, wrapped my arms around myself and I watched him bustle in and out of the bathroom, grabbing various items. He started to fill the sunken jacuzzi tub, adding a bit of my lavender body wash. He eased me off the counter and down into the tub slowly, the water was almost scalding - the best temperature, and extremely soothing on both my aching muscles and budding headache. I leaned my head back on his lap as I felt him brushing out my hair.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I repeated, my voice steadier.

“You have nothing to apologize for chaton, I’m not upset with you.” Adrien’s voice was soft and tired, the sound was almost as comforting as the bubbles.

“You called me m-mon amour.” It wasn’t a question or an accusation, it was a statement. I wanted to tell him that I loved him too, I wanted to hear him say it again. Just once more, please.

"Ma amour, my love.”

I’m going to die of emotional overload in a hotel bathroom. I reached up with wet, soapy hands to pull his face down to mine in an upside-down kiss. I giggled at the awkwardness of the position, but he didn’t seem to mind. “You know, I think there’s more than enough room for the both of us,” I mumbled, half-dazed from the heady scent of him and the warmth of the hot water.

Adrien chuckled but got up, I waited happily for him to undress and climb in with me. Water sloshed out over the side of the tub as he slipped in behind me, having me rest against him while his hands laid on my stomach. The sound of the jets was the only thing keeping the room from total silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. We sat like that for a while, just enjoying the closeness, before he finally broke it.

“Would you like me to wash your hair?” he asked tentatively.

Oh my God. “I’m sorry, I thought I just heard you propose.”

He laughed and reached for the detachable showerhead. He combed his fingers through my hair and massaged the shampoo against my scalp, it was heavenly. Adrien worked slowly, careful not to pull and stopping to kiss my shoulder, my neck, my cheek, anywhere he could reach. When we got out, he wrapped me in my pink fluffy robe, patterned with white stars, I tried to hide my horror that he found it in my luggage and now had seen me wear it. I was more than ready for sleep though and couldn’t put up a fight about it.

He walked me to the bed and refused to leave my side. “I’m going to stay if that’s alright with you.”

“I have to work early tomorrow just so you know,” I whispered. His arms enclosed around me; my head rested on his chest.

Listening to the sound of his heart, and his breathing slow was hypnotic, I struggled to stay awake - I didn’t want to waste a moment like this.

“I’m sorry ma amour, I should have known better.” I hated that his voice sounded strained and upset. “I should have seen the signs, and not overexerted you. It was selfish of me.”

Adrien, please don’t be upset. I don’t know if he thought I was sleeping because I didn’t respond right away, but he went on and I could sense him starting to wind himself up. “I thought when you responded the way you did when you said what you did the other night...” He paused, and my heart caught in my throat. “I thought you could handle this, and I should have clarified it first.”

I waited before I responded, and I felt him jolt lightly when I did. “I haven’t done anything like this in years - but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to, I did, I just...threw myself into things too fast in my rush to remember how thrilling it was.” I wanted to believe he hadn’t had any submissives other than me, but from his control and demeanor in the living area, I knew that probably wasn’t the case. I didn’t tell him that while I hadn’t been with any other dominants in my past, I did have an extensive list of people I slept with. It had never bothered me, at least not until he responded.

“I had one other submissive, she didn’t last very long, we just weren’t compatible with our wants and needs. There have been other women in my life, however, they were few and far between.”

Mya’s words played in my head: ‘I suggest finding a better hobby than banging your way through the entire Upper East Side’. It wasn’t meant to be a malicious attack on my sexual history, at least I hadn’t thought so, but hearing him say there weren’t many women in his life in the past seven years made me feel awkward and foolish.

My stomach twisted and I swallowed. “There have been a lot of men in mine,” I whispered, trying to tell myself that he wouldn’t leave if I said it.

Adrien’s fingers threaded through mine. “That doesn’t matter right now, ma amour.”

I closed my eyes. ”Bon Nuit, mon amour.”

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