spellbound (18+)

Twenty-Six Carats

Michelle opened her eyes, becoming aware of the amount of noise in the house. She sat up, hearing Adrik shout instructions.

She scratched her head, heading downstairs.

"Adrik...what's going on?"

He put the unlit cigarette in his mouth behind his ear. "Hm, Michelle," he beckoned her down, "Red or Blue?"

She shrugged. "Red? Why?"

A man came up, giving Adrik something to sign. He did so quickly.

"Well...for your new car of course. I'm thinking Porsche, Lamborghini? Tesla?" He raised a brow. "We'll figure it out. And you can't park on the street, so I had to add to the garage. And while they were there I thought...why not add to the house."

"Mr. Adrik? The delivery is here?"

Adrik smirked. "Right on schedule. You're gonna like this." He sighed for it, pointing upstairs. "First door on the left. There are cameras. I will kill you."

He came up to her, putting his hands around her waist. "How did you sleep?"

She looked away. "What's really going on, Adrik?"

He shrugged, kissing her neck. "Go get dressed, we'll head out to the dealership." He said, turning her around.

She blinked. "A car?"

He smirked. "A car that turns off when you get the town line. But yes dear. A car. Go on. Hurry."

She showered quickly, noting that she needed to get her hair done. Not that Adrik would mind. Maybe it was some kind of special occasion. It was weird.

He came up to the room, hearing the shower going. He idly riffled through things, touching her clothes in the closet. He brought a shirt of hers to his nose, inhaling softly.

Fuck...the scent of her.

He sighed, inhaling again. The door opened making him look back.

"Michelle," he pulled her into his arms, her towel only being kept up by the tightness of his embrace.

"Adrik," she whispered. "What's the occasion?"

He chuckled, his hands on her waist, as he pressed his nose against her neck. Her freshly showered smell, strongly of her soap.

He opted not to answer, instead nuzzling her neck.

"Adrik—"

He pressed her against his bulge, taking her bottom lip between his teeth. Now she was silent, silenced by his lips against hers rough and heady.

He sighed softly in her ear, his hands grasping at her ass, pressing her closer to him. His tongue swiped the inside of her mouth desperately.

Michelle pulled away, as he fastened his lips to her neck.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Michelle,"

"Will you...talk to me," she panted. "What's going on? Is it your birthday?"

Adrik chuckled. "Just taking care of my baby, and is there anything wrong with that? Hm?"

She sighed softly, his kissed in her collarbone. He picked her up. "Fuck, you don't know what you do to me," he swore, his grip rough.

He ripped that towel away from her, her nipples hardening from the cold. His lips fastened around them as soon as they were exposed. He licked her nipple, sucking it roughly.

She sighed his name, putting her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, his finger tweaking the other, pulling and caressing.

She didn't know why he was so active. Usually he wasn't silent, stoic, and at the least an asshole.

"You're my good girl, Princess," he whispered in her ear.

Adrik twitched in his pants at the sound of her sighs. Adrik pulled away, touching her hair gently.

"Due for an appointment are you?" He asked.

She touched it. "How can you tell?" She said breathlessly.

He just shook his head. He wouldn't say that he could tell when she needed something done because she touched it more often. Her nails, she fiddled with. Her hair she touched.

She pulled at her clothes when she was tired of wearing them, smoothing then over and over even if it's perfectly pressed.

He kissed her neck. "Go get it done today. After you get your hair done," He held her tight. "We'll head to the dealership. How much you need?"

She swallowed. "Mh...600?" She asked.

He pulled out his wallet. "Wasn't it 400 last time?"

"I wanna get a balayage." She shrugged.

Adrik shrugged. Of course he didn't know a balayage was a free hand technique for adding highlights to hair. And she wasn't getting highlights.

"And there's really no occasion?" She asked suspiciously.

"No occasion," he said softly, putting his hand around her neck. He pulled her in, pressing a kiss on her lips.

"Heh, careful, Adrik. Anyone sees you like this, they'll think I'm your girlfriend not your hostage."

He smirked. "Now who said you can't be both? Mh? Go."