Chapter 1: Introduction
Biting into a mouth-watering bruschetta, I glanced at the cityscape below from the tall, glass windows of his penthouse. The sun was setting, and I could just make out the rippling Hudson River to the east. Lights were twinkling on below, the people and cars like busy ants, and I wondered how many of them were like us, just waiting.
Adrian—my new enigmatic, eccentric partner—sat across from me, cutting into a piece of blood-rare steak.
He had invited me to his penthouse for a "dinner party," but it was just the two of us. The only other guests were the flickering candles casting a warm glow on his strong jawline and piercing grey eyes. This all felt excitingly illicit.
"Adrian," I started, placing down my knife and fork, "you never told me that tonight would just be us."
A smirk formed on his lips. "Didn't I?" He leaned back in his chair and swirled a glass of his favorite Brunello di Montalcino.
"Isn't it more exhilarating this way, Sage?"
He traced his thumb over his lower lip as his eyes roamed over my body. I shivered involuntarily. "But I thought you wanted to keep things casual. No pressure, just fun escapades."
Adrian's chuckle was deep and seductive. "Casual doesn't mean I don't want to lose myself in you." He paused. "Or indulge in some more private secrets I have."
My pulse raced and adrenaline coursed through me.
I'd heard whispers of Adrian's unusual sexual fetishes. Some of his wealthy, elite friends had mentioned secrets he reserved for only his most trusted, exclusive partners.
"You're curious, Sage," his tone was teasing, yet somehow comforting. His eyes had not left mine for a moment.
For a second I hesitated, but then I slowly nodded. "I am."
Leaning forward, Adrian's seductive voice lowered even further.
"Do you trust me, Sage?" His voice was thick and dripping with suggestion. He reached for my hand resting on the table and slowly traced his thumb back and forth over my knuckles.
A sudden lump rose in my throat. Swallowing hard, I nodded. "Yes."
He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and let it go before pushing his chair back. I watched, my heart thundering in my chest, as he rose and held out his hand. "Good. Follow me, then," he said, leading me towards the bedroom.
The air suddenly felt charged, full of anticipation.
As we stepped into his opulent, dimly lit bedroom, I couldn't help but study the four-poster bed with bold red sheets and lavish fabrics. Erotic paintings adorned the walls of the room, hinting at Adrian's indulgence in his unique pleasures.
Undeniably aroused, I glanced at him and whispered, "Tell me more, Adrian."
He turned to me, his grey eyes dark and captivating. "I have this specific fetish, Sage.
A strange one, I know, but it excites me immensely," Adrian confessed, his voice edged with a hint of vulnerability.
I felt a sudden shiver run down my spine, the excitement building within me.
"You see, I love using edible items as part of our sexual encounters. There's something erotic and fascinating about merging the primal urge of feeding oneself with the pure, raw pleasure of fornication," he elaborated, the darkness of his room obscuring the uneasiness in my face.
Watching my hesitation, he added, "So, I want to use your body as a burger bun. It's just food, Sage. A novel experiment. I promise you won't regret it."
His eyes gleamed with an all-knowing look as he stepped closer to me, the distance between us closing. His arm wrapped around my waist, drawing me in for an embrace of fiery passion.
I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of excitement.
"Relax, Sage," he murmured in my ear, pulling me even closer. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, making my head swim with desire. "Let yourself go, and just feel."
Pressed tightly against him, our friction was becoming more intense, even through our clothing; I felt my breath hitch in my throat as we continued to grind against one another.
"You're imagining it, aren't you?" he whispered, the words raspy and full of promise. "Envisioning yourself as a bun, wrapped around my hard, firm meat."
I nodded, swallowing hard against the thrill of his words. The risqué nature of it made my head swim and heat pool between my thighs.
"Good," he murmured, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Now take off your clothes, Sage.
I want you to be as comfortable as possible," Adrian's voice was soft, yet filled with a burning intensity.
As I shed my clothing, I caught sight of his eyes darkening with desire, making me feel powerful and desired. Adrian then made a request that sent my heart racing—he called out to his private chef, requesting that the food be prepared in a way that would allow it to be placed inside me.
I felt a pang of apprehension, but the look in Adrian's eyes told me he had complete trust in his chef and the unique experience we were about to share.
The chef, a woman with short, spiky hair and a no-nonsense attitude, stepped forward and nodded in understanding.
I watched as she collected ingredients from the kitchenette: a sesame seed bun, fresh lettuce, a tomato, and sizzling strips of beef that were still pink in the middle.
As the chef prepared the food, Adrian's hands roamed over my body, gentle but insistent. He teased-out desire from my every touch, each kiss. I shivered as his finger trailed along my spine, finding every sensitive spot to elicit a moan.
The chef set the food aside, leaving the bedroom and giving us a private moment of anticipation.
"Ready, Sage?" Adrian whispered, brushing his lips against my neck. "Remember, this is all about pleasure."
I nodded, turning to face him. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that left me breathless and desperate for more. Our tongues clashed, the taste of wine and want sparking a primal fire deep in my belly.
Adrian's hands wandered, teasing goosebumps from my skin as they journeyed down my body. He cupped my breasts firmly, thumbs grazing the peaks of my nipples, sending electric sparks of desire straight to my core.
I moaned into our kiss, my yearning evident as Adrian growled into my mouth. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more.
He broke our kiss, whispering, "Sage, I need you.
I desperately want to eat you."
As his words registered, I shuddered, an anticipatory wave of lust surging through my core. The scent of our mixed desires overwhelmed me, and I felt a slickness grow between my thighs.
Slowly, Adrian eased himself onto the bed, sitting against the plush crimson pillows with his legs crossed in front of him. He signaled for me to move closer, and I straddled his thighs.
His hands swept up my sides, tracing the curve of my waist before settling on my hips. It was then that I glanced at the tray, setting my nerves alight. I gulped.
Heart hammering in my chest, I slowly lowered myself onto him. Adrian's eyes rolled back, a deep guttural groan escaping his lips. My wetness made our contact smoother; a rush of warmth surged through me as I felt him fill me up entirely.