Submitting to My Father's Driver

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.