POV ADAM

"Are you thirsty, Sarah?" I ask close to her ear.
"Yes," she replies breathlessly.
"Then come here and kneel."
She obeys. I bring my cock close to her lips and start masturbating. She sticks out her tongue and presses it against my member. As soon as I feel I'm getting there, I thrust into her mouth at once.
I come apart right there, and her eyes, which by now are no longer blindfolded, roll back at the taste of me. She seems to be enjoying it more than I am, incredible!
After that, we take a shower and she wants it again. I have to confess that having a nymphomaniac for me seems quite pleasant. Finally, I can satisfy all the horniness I've built up over the years for this girl, without worrying about whether she'll be willing or not because she always is.
...
Sarah has just woken up from a nap and walks towards me, her eyes fixed on me. I can feel her curious and bored look at the same time.
"What do you want?" I ask, with an expression of obvious boredom.
She sighs, somewhat frustrated.
"To go out." her voice grumbles, expressing her desire.
A laugh escapes my lips, and my tone conveys disbelief.
"No."
Sarah frowns, visibly irritated by my answer.
"Why not?" her voice reveals a mixture of indignation and curiosity.
With a disinterested gesture, I shrug.
"Why do you want to go out?"
She narrows her eyes, answering with a defiant tone.
"Since I arrived in town, I've been staying here at your house, and my classes start next week. I wanted to use this week to get to know the place better."
My expression remains impassive as I listen to her, but inside, a part of me wonders about her motives. She doesn't seem convinced by my stance.
"I don't mind. You're staying here," I declare firmly.
Sarah sighs deeply, exasperated by my attitude.
"Why do you have to be like that?" she asks indignantly.
A slightly arrogant smile appears on my face.
"Because that's who I am," I reply, emphasizing my immutable nature.
She squints her eyes thoughtfully.
"All right then! I won't have sex with you until you take me out," she says casually as if it were a trivial bargain.
My laughter escapes uncontrollably at this unexpected statement.
"You'd think so."

She smiles, with a glint of determination in her eyes.
"Are you doubting me?"
The curve of my lips deepens, challenging her.
"Yes, it's impossible. You're a sick nymphomaniac, addicted to cumming. You won't make it."
A shiver runs through her body, and Sarah turns serious, staring at me uneasily.
"How do you know that?" her voice is shaky, revealing a hidden fear.
I remain calm as if I know something she doesn't know.
"I know everything about you, Sarah, everything! Do you think it was a coincidence? That by chance you met me in the bar and ended up here in my house? Dumb girl." My laughter echoes through the room.

Her face loses color and she is perplexed by my statement.
"But how?"
I sigh, avoiding giving a direct answer.
"One day you'll understand better, but not now. There's one thing I'll tell you: there's no point in trying to resist me."
After my enigmatic words, she remains silent, lies down on the bed, and stares at the wall, lost in thought until she finally falls asleep.

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POV SARAH

I woke up to Adam shaking me, if he's waking me up to have sex, he's wasting his time. After what I had to listen to yesterday, he's grounded.
"HMMMM." I mutter angrily.
"Wake up and get ready, bitch."
"You're so polite." I give a fake smile, sitting down on the bed.
"Are you going to stand there and make fun of me or are you going to do as I say?" he asks rudely.
"I don't have any clothes here and I don't know where we're going. How do you want me to get ready?" I cross my arms.
"Come here."
I stood up lazily and followed him into his closet. It was huge, everything perfectly organized. I enter a sort of door where there's another closet, but this time full of women's clothes.
"These are your clothes, now get ready."
I looked at it all a little confused. What do you mean, my clothes?
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"Somewhere," he replies before leaving me there, alone.
I snort. Why does he have to be like that? He didn't want to go out with me yesterday, he was an asshole, and now he wants me to get ready for a place I don't even know where it is.
I look at all the clothes carefully. They're strangely my size, as are the shoes. They all fit my style perfectly, and there's not a single one that I look at and say "I don't like it". Even if I'd bought all these clothes, they wouldn't be so impeccable on me.
I remember what he said yesterday, about knowing everything about me. What if he was telling the truth? How does he know everything about me? I don't even know who he is, how can he know me so well?
I try not to think about it now and look for an outfit that would be good for any occasion since Adam isn't the least bit specific.
I put on a tight black dress, a white shoulder bag, and white sneakers to go with it. I hope it looks good.
I put on some perfume and do a very simple make-up just to say I've done it. As I leave the closet, I bump into Adam, who looks me up and down and frowns.
"Too short."
"Do I have to change?" I ask, worried that my outfit isn't appropriate for the occasion.
"Did I tell you to do that? Get your things and let's go."
"I've got everything," I smile.
"Hmm, that's fast!" he says, curving his lips.
"Yes, I'm very quick," I say, smiling a little more.
"I realized yesterday how fast you are," he says in a mischievous voice.
My face burns with shyness. I know he means that he made me come very quickly yesterday. He smiles at my embarrassment, but then turns away and starts walking.
I follow him to the elevator and then the car. This time, it was a different
different car, a BMW convertible with only two seats. He pulls out of the garage and drives through the city. I observe the buildings, the people... Everything is so tall here. Where I used to live, there were barely any buildings. 
There's a horrible silence the whole way. He doesn't seem to mind, but I'm completely annoyed. But I won't dare say a word.
We finally park the car. Adam opens the door for me without saying a word. My eyes accidentally meet his, and my body freezes. Shit! Why am I like this? What's wrong with me?
I look away, completely embarrassed. I feel my cheeks burning and a certain self-hatred for letting a crazy guy I don't even know completely control me.
Adam puts his hand on my back, guiding me. We walk into a beautiful café in pastel blue tones. We sit down at a table with a sofa. I'm glad he chose this spot, as I've always preferred it to chairs.
"Good morning, beautiful couple! I'm Lilian and I'll be seeing you today!" says a girl with a friendly smile.