50 Shades of Rated R - Edge (WWE)

The Benchmarker Would Like To See You Now.

Tagging: GemaWritess

*Warnings: Sir Kink, Mentioning of Handcuffs, Visuals, Smut in this chapter* you have been warned.
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His foot's resting up against the desk he's sitting at in a pitch black room with some light adding to it, his hands fold together as he's waiting for his girlfriend Dalia to arrive in his office.

A sharp exhale of breath produces in Adam's tight chest, his long skinny fingers tapping onto the desk while he glances down at his gold watch.

''Never this late,'' He mumbles, shrugging his shoulders back in annoyance.

''Hey, sir. Sorry I am late,'' A rushing Dalia barges into the room, out of breath. Speaking of the devil.

''Glad you made it,'' He laughs in a reply, ''Close the door if you don't mind.''

She gave a confused look, but shakes it off as her foot kicks the door shut.

''Come to me,'' he gestures, his finger extends toward Dalia, in no hesitation, she walks calmly over to her millionaire boyfriend, Adam Copeland.

''Yes sir, what can I do?'' She asks, her hands behind her back. He looks over to what she was hiding behind her back. 

''Can I see what you have there?'' He demands, lending out a hand and gesturing to hand it over to him.

''Oh, uh, sure. Anything for you Edge.''

''Don't call me that again,'' He stammers, she nods and gives somewhat of a sour look on her face, handing the object over to the benchmark.

He grabs it out of the palm of her hand, glancing down at the object, it appears to be a pair of handcuffs.

Adam snickers, he looks at Dalia, then looking back down at the handcuffs.

''What are these for, may I ask?'' A tint of red flashes on the face of his girlfriend, she freezes for a moment.

''Nothing.'' She lies, 

''Okay, I will not ask you again. What in the hell are these for?''

''Those are for fun, sir.''

''Fun?'' His hazel green eyes bores into hers, ''Is that so?''

''Y-Yeah.'' She is in an awkward situation she possibly can't get out of, why the hell would she bring a pair of handcuffs for him to see anyway? Was she onto something?

Her foot taps against the floorboard of the office, covering her face from humiliation, she apologies with a quick: ''Sorry.''

He stays quiet for a brief moment, he looks down at her, tossing the pair of handcuffs aside the office desk.

''You can do better than that.'' Adam says,  approaching her with purpose. He tilts her chin up effortlessly with a finger, he whispers: 

''Either you fuck me right now on this desk, or I'll not hesitate to handcuff you and watch you struggle, your choice.''

 She swallows a hard lump in her throat, ''We don't want to get caught now, do we sir?''

''Caught? Is that your best excuse?'' He puts his hands behind his back, walking backwards to the desk. He sits on top of the desk while his legs are spread apart.

"There's people out there, sir---" She got cut off by his hand over her mouth.

"Do you think the Benchmark cares if there's people out there or not? As long as you keep quiet, no one shall open that door to the forbidden door you once stepped in. Just let me in, that's all I ask. Do you understand me?"
Dalia nods, her face turns a flushed red by the words that Adam speaks to her.
"Good girl," he smirks, a finger hooks into her pants, sliding them off to show her only in her black laced panties. "Those panties would be better if they were off of you," he suggests, toying with her every second he can to see her.