Chapter 4: Midnight Hunger

He returned after a few hours, moving quietly through the darkened loft. Adrianne was still securely cuffed to the bed, legs slightly spread, the large plug visible between her cheeks keeping his earlier load sealed deep inside her. The sight of her — marked, plugged, peacefully trusting, and completely his — stirred something powerful in him: raw lust mixed with deep affection.

He pulled the blanket away gently and climbed between her thighs. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh before dragging his tongue slowly along her slick folds.

Adrianne stirred with a sleepy moan, her hips shifting instinctively toward his mouth. “Mmm ... Sir?” Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep but quickly filling with warmth and need as she recognized him. “You came back...”

“Shh, my beautiful girl,” he whispered tenderly against her pussy. “I couldn’t stay away. I needed to taste you again. Needed to feel close to you.” His tongue dove deeper, lapping at her juices and the remnants of their earlier play while he sucked her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. “You taste even better after being used and plugged all evening. How do you feel, love?”

Adrianne gasped, her cuffed wrists tugging lightly at the restraints as pleasure woke her fully. “Oh god ... yes, Sir. Eat my pussy. I love waking up to your mouth on me.” Her voice was husky and vulnerable. “I was dreaming about you ... about being yours. I feel so full and so safe knowing you’re here.”

He hummed approvingly, the vibration making her shiver, and slid two fingers into her dripping cunt while his tongue worked her clit. “That’s because you are mine. Every part of you — body, heart, and soul.” He looked up at her, eyes locked with hers in the dim light. “You feel so safe letting me wake you like this, don’t you? Even when you’re helpless?”