[xxx - mature content warning. Proceed with caution - explicit descriptions, mature language, possible triggers - dom/sub dynamics, edging.]

   Adam lifts my chin with a finger and smiles. I gaze at his handsome face and smile back. I think, I am allowed to smile. He definitely likes it. We are both determined to please each other.

   I have fantasized of being with him every single night since we first met. The thought of him sleeping only a few steps away, curled on the sofa, left me tossing and turning till the early hours. I have probably pictured it in all possible ways. Vanilla would be fine. I like to be conventional, calm and affectionate... sometimes. Rough is closer to my preference, not always with all the bondage and spanking, but I don't really mind a little sweet pain from time to time. I am often in the mood to be adventurous as well, nothing too extreme, but not opposed to some kinky explorations. 

   Despite all those wet dreams, I never dared to imagine it exactly like this. It seemed too good to be true. This here is nothing less than perfect. I love his way of being dominant, but still gentle. I want to obey, but don't like to be intimidated or frightened. Some people are into humiliation. I don't judge. I do understand it. But whatever happens, I need to feel respected. This dynamics is so difficult to achieve and the balance between just enough and too much is elusive, and yet he did it naturally, with only a few precisely measured words and gestures.

   "Happy Puppy," Adam laughs while carefully using the hand shower to rinse the remaining foam from our bodies. "You will be staring straight into my eyes. No looking away. No closing your eyes. No wriggling in attempt to avoid my touch or move closer. No moaning. You make a sound only after I give you permission. Can you do that for Daddy?"

   I instantly show the 'ok' sign again. Anything you want. I am ready to follow your every demand. I wish I could say it, but I am sure he knows. I inhale as deeply as I can and hold my breath, clutching the tub edges on both my sides as hard as possible. I am not deluded this is going to be easy. He will make me sweat. I will probably be ready to whine and beg pretty soon. It doesn't bother me. Once I get an order, nothing can make me quit, not too much stimulation,  not even pain. I was trained to endure anything while chasing my goal.

   The adrenalin rushes through my blood stream. It reminds me of my first flight on Aurora. I was terrified, but beyond elated at the same time. The Earth grew smaller and smaller in the command bridge windshield. My heart was pounding. I had never felt more sad and more happy in my life. I perceive Adam exactly the same way. This being, a man, or however they would identify themselves, if I was not around... Adam is something different, a whole new cosmic adventure, an uncharted territory in my universe, waiting to be discovered. I will dive into the mystery, push and dig until I know everything, because he is mine, but I also feel that I belong to him more and more with each passing day. 

   I suppress a whimper and don't even flinch when he pours a generous amount of fragrant almond oil on his palms and, after rubbing his hands together for a few seconds to warm it, places them on my chest. They are big, strong and radiate heat. He starts moving them deliberately slowly down to my groin and then again up to my shoulders. I am gazing at his face without blinking. The air between us is electrified, vibrating with palpable tension. I am beginning to wonder if he can somehow emit electricity because I can sense the sparks cracking and the shock waves, spreading over my skin.

   My body is getting hotter. The few, almost invisible hairs on my chest prickle. Arousal is like a strong electric charge, making my muscles strain and tremble. Every touch is burning. I want him to caress my nipples or at least rub against the inner side of my cock, but Adam relentlessly avoids it. His probing stare doesn't leave my flushed face, searching for the slightest reaction. This is a good occasion to demonstrate my ability to keep a poker face. I am just breathing raggedly, my eyes wide open. My nostrils flare at regular intervals as I am trying to calm myself by taking as much air as possible with each breath.  

   "You're doing great, Puppy," Adam mumbles. "I'm so proud of you."

   I enjoy the praise, but don't let my guard down. This is only the beginning. He has done nothing yet. I know he won't go easy on me. Not with that roguish smirk, curling the corners of his mouth. I could write a book about Adam's lips and the ways he can smile. If I had to give a definition what temptation was, that would be them. They are thick, plump and sultry, always pulling my attention, evoking untamed desires. I will surely give in, if I keep looking at them. I avert my gaze to his eyes, but this is by no means better. The defiant fervor in them is challenging me. There is nothing to save me from falling apart.

   "Look at you," Adam chuckles. "Your thighs are shaking and I am doing nothing but give you a relaxing massage. You've been missing intimacy for too long, Puppy. Handsome, kinky boys like you need more attention. Good that you have me now to give you all the love you deserve."

   He moves one hand to my nape, pressing his fingertips over each outlined vertebra as the other follows the groove of my spine down to the small of my back. I am melting. The scorching waves are hitting directly on my spinal cord. Every nerve is alert and pulsating. Adam's palm cups my ass and squeezes hard. A vibrant slap follows. I choke in a pitiful attempt to hold my moan. A strange, muffled squeal comes out of me, but I quickly bite my lip and focus. 

   "Difficult task, eh?" he laughs softly. "Just a little more. I can't help myself. You are suffering so beautifully."

   My eyes widen when he bends down and slowly licks my cock from the base to the tip. My fingers almost break from the force with which I am gripping the tub edge, but Adam doesn't stop there. He takes the glans in his mouth and starts sucking on it while flicking repeatedly the tip of his tongue over the frenulum at the same time. All the heat concentrates in my groin. 

   "Fuuuuck!" I cry out in my head, digging my teeth deeper in my lip to prevent any sound from escaping. I don't care if it bleeds. There is no other possible way to stop myself from screaming it out loud. This is torture, the sweetest one, but still pure, merciless torture. 

   I am ready to cum in only few seconds. I won't be able to stop it. My breathing goes crazy. Tears well up in the corners of my eyes. My body is trembling. The effort to keep my hips motionless drains all my energy. If I keep fighting the orgasm, I will most likely faint. Fuck it! Adam can do whatever he wants with me after that. I will endure the punishment. I don't care. I just need to cum right now. My muscles tense up. Just one more stroke...

   "No!" he pulls away and winks at me with an unholy grin, adorning his lustful face. "Not yet, Puppy! I didn't say you could cum."

   The tears spring out of my pleading eyes and slide down my cheeks. I wand to cry, shout, slap him, scratch his back, beg, throw a tantrum, anything that would make him continue until I climax, but do nothing of those, swallowing the painful, burning desire with a soundless sob. 

   "Are you alight?" Adam cocks a brow. "You look pretty fevered, baby. Daddy will help you, if you can't take anymore."

  I raise my shaking hand and confirm I can go on with one of the only two gestures I am allowed to use.

   "Good!" he softly says and kisses my forehead. "Relax! You're fine. Breathe!"

   It is easy to say this when his blood is not boiling and his groin is not on fire. Or maybe it is? I can feel him hard and throbbing under my butt. He seems completely in control, but I notice the trickles of sweat running down his temples and his chest heaving rapidly. He wants me. There is thirst in his eyes, something wild and primal, lurking under the deceptively calm surface. His smug expression is not deceiving me. Daddy is in trouble too. I am thankful he is not in a rush to touch me again, giving me some time to brace myself. I think, he needs it too.

   Another battle of wills, but this one is on my territory.

  This is not the virtual reality of his little, mysterious chamber. This is the real world. This is my universe.

   I won't be the one to loose this time.

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