“Exquisite. You flush so nicely when you come. Don’t you agree, Maria?”
“Yes.” Maria sounded hoarse. “Pepper’s extremely expressive when she’s hot. And she’s damn hot right now.”
Sarah smiled to herself, regaining her composure. Maybe she was exciting them as much as they were exciting her. How long could they last before taking her the way she wanted? How long could she put up with this slow, delicious torture? Maybe forever.
The feathers slid lower across her belly. They rimmed her belly button several times and then moved lower. Each of them grazed her clit, which no doubt had come out to see what the hell was going on. She longed to see. Was she turning on her partners as much as they were turning her on?
The feathers didn’t tarry at her pussy but glided all the way down to her toes. Involuntarily, she scrunched. Her feet had always been ticklish.
“Don’t move,” Adam chastised. “Roll over. Leave your arms stretched out over your head and pull your knees up into a tuck position.”
Without too much difficulty, she complied with his command. The blindfold never shifted. When she opened her eyes all she could see was darkness. If anything, she felt even more vulnerable tucked in this pose, knowing full well it exposed her pussy and ass to close inspection.
“Excellent. What an erotic picture. Damn, your pussy and asshole are so ripe for plucking. Each is begging for attention. But I bet you know that.”
Sarah tried to nod.
“Which one do you think we should play with first?” he asked, brushing a palm lightly over the curve of her buttocks.
She shook her head, refusing to answer. She just wanted them to touch her. One feather tip slid across her inner pussy folds and the other teased her anus. Her butt wiggled of its own accord. A hard slap was immediate. Her butt cheek reverberated from the sting. It felt like Maria’s hand, not his.
“Well done, Maria. I love it when you get bitchy. Do you want to paddle her to orgasm?”
“No, that won’t be necessary,” Maria responded, her voice strained. “I think she’s learned her lesson. She looks quite innocent and meek lying there waiting for our next move.”
Adam chuckled. “Yes, she looks as meek as a novitiate. Hand me one of those.”
Sarah held her breath. What now? “Oh my God,” she mumbled into a pillow. She’d used candles often as a teenager. She’d wager her life savings that one pressed against her pussy and one her anus.
They entered her at the same instant. She grunted and bore back, but hopefully not enough for Adam or Maria to notice. If they were aware of her clenching, they didn’t respond. Instead, they paused, allowing her anus to open, and then the candles moved deeper. Sarah tried to swallow. The pleasure was nearly unbearable—or was it pain?
“You’re making me come again,” she whispered urgently. “May I come?”
His response was immediate. “No, not until I say so.”
“But I can’t hold...” The second slap on her rear stung more than the first and it did serve to divert her orgasm, at least briefly.
“You will wait for your orders. I am master of your body. Understood?”
Sarah sighed. “Yes.”
Warm lips soothed her butt cheek that still recoiled from the last slap. “Pain often leads to pleasure,” Maria murmured.
“We are going to pick up the pace some, but don’t you dare come until I tell you too.”
She nodded as the candles began to twist and move slowly in and out. She clamped down on her inner muscles trying to hold back.
“Faster,” he said to Maria. “She’s building toward a much bigger one this time. Look at how her back is straining. She’s working hard to please us by not coming, don’t you think?”
The rapidly moving candles were driving her over the edge. She scrunched her shoulders. She so wanted to clamp down on the intruders.
“Remain open to us, girl,” Maria chided. “Your heat must be melting these candles.”
“I’m going to count to five,” Adam said, “after which you may come when ready.”
When ready! Didn’t he know she’d been ready five minutes ago?
“One...two...three...four...five.” Both candles sank into her depths and spun around. She was gone over the top. Her body shook and she mewed softly. She so wanted to treasure this one—to go off by herself and embrace it and leisurely return to her lovers. But she retained enough awareness not to do that. He gave her more time to recover. She drew in deep breaths of air. Warily, she settled and waited further commands.
“How are you doing, Sarah?” Adam asked, a touch of warmth in his voice.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“We aren’t nearly finished. Are we?”
“No.”
“You wouldn’t want to be done yet, would you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You haven’t fucked me.”
“You do catch on quick. What say you, Maria? Is it time?”
“Oh yes,” Maria chirped. “Our Pepper is well prepared.”
“This a very tempting position,” he said, pinching a butt cheek, “but I want you on your back. Roll over. Keep your legs spread wide.”
Four hands helped her turn over onto her backside. Again, a cushion was slid under her rump, raising her lower torso off the mattress. Without saying another word, Adam fondled her pussy methodically. He pushed beyond her folds. She tried not to whimper when one finger entered her followed closely by a second.
He probed briefly before withdrawing his fingers. Sarah grimaced when he left her.
“Maria is right—no more preliminaries are needed. You’re soaking the bed.” He chuckled. “Maria is looking as hungry as you. With a little effort she could get her entire fist in you.”
Sarah flinched, then widened her knees. She heard Maria’s sharp intake of breath. She trusted Maria would only do what brought pleasure to them.
“But she’ll have to try that another time,” Adam interjected. “I don’t have the patience to watch you two tonight. You may be wondering who’s going to fuck you. Well, I’ll tell you. There won’t be any false cock this time—only the real thing.”
She tried not to react when he used his cock to separate her labia. She wanted to flex her hips and entice him to enter, but she didn’t. She balled her fingers into fists and waited. With a grunt he plunged into her. She started to lift her hips to meet him.
“Don’t move,” he warned. “I’m fucking you. You’re not fucking me.”
“What do you want me to do?” Maria asked.
“Sit on her face, lean down and lick her clit. That should be a familiar position for you.”
Wishing she could see, Sarah inhaled the familiar scent of cinnamon and nutmeg. She flicked her tongue out to caress her lover.
“Don’t tongue her, Sarah,” Adam cautioned. “Stay focused on what we’re doing to you. Keep your arms stretched. Concentrate on your clit and your pussy—on the tongue licking and the cock fucking.”
She tried to breathe as his cock slowly filled her, retreated, and filled her again. Maria’s tongued flitted along her clit, keeping pace with Adam. She couldn’t hold back a whimper.
“Are you concentrating?”
“Yes,” she nearly screamed. “I can’t stand much more without coming. Isn’t anybody going to come with me?”
“Later. Maybe. If we choose to. Are you ready?”
“Yes, damn it.”
“Good. Don’t flex your legs or thighs. Just let it happen, Sarah. That’s right. I feel you squeezing my cock. That’s okay. You’re coming. I feel your juices pouring over my cock.”
Sarah collapsed into herself almost beyond feeling. It was as if someone had pulled her plug and she was draining onto the bed. She might’ve had wilder more ecstatic orgasms, but this one wasn’t stopping, and she wasn’t doing a damn thing to prolong it. Neither was Adam or Maria. It scared her more than a little. Was she losing her life energy? And Adam hadn’t released yet. She held back a sob a
nd breathed rapidly.
“Do you have enough energy left to kneel on the floor with your breasts and shoulders on the bed?”
“I think so.” Without disturbing the blindfold, she eased her sore legs and thighs over the side of the bed. Adam stood behind her. Was he going to fuck her in the ass? That might be a relief for her poor tired pussy.
But no. She grunted as he rammed into her pussy. She bit down on her lower lip. Where was Maria?
“Slap my ass, Maria.”
“What?” Maria sounded as shocked by his request as she was. Now, what the hell was he doing?
“Don’t you think I’ve been a bad boy? Haven’t I been harsh with your lover? Slap my ass.”
Sarah heard the sound of flesh meeting flesh. It became a steady cadence. The sounds became louder with each strike. Soon Adam was pumping in an out of her with the same rhythm. His thighs would pummel her rear just as Maria’s hand slapped his butt.
“That’s enough, Maria. Now rub your wet pussy over my ass. That’s right. You’re soothing the pain. Fuck me while I fuck your lover. That’s it. Grind my ass.
“Do you feel it, Sarah? We’re both fucking you. Reach around and do her clit, Maria. I’ll get her nipples.”
There was no escape. Sarah didn’t want to escape. “Fuck me,” she screamed. “Yes, both of you. Fuck me. I’m coming. Can’t I come, Adam?”
“Yes. Maria is already creaming over my ass. Come for us, Sarah.”
His hips never stopped pounding until hot sperm lodged deep in her interior. She stretched her torso over the bed, spent. She’d survived. She’d survived his fury and his passion. If he had really been trying to punish her, he would’ve stayed with his initial plan of preventing her from climaxing. He hadn’t possessed the heart to do that to her.
His fingers fumbled at her blindfold. Even the dim light blinded her momentarily. He reached around her neck from behind and settled his lips on the corner of hers. She opened for him. He might be reluctant to use words, but she wondered if he had any idea what his caresses were communicating.
Maria sat beside her on the bed. Her lips joined his. They each shared a corner of her mouth. If they didn’t stop, she was going to come again.
Had they finally crossed the chasm of intimacy?
“You have one hell of a lot of spunk, lady,” Adam said, roughly. “More than I gave you credit for.”
The next sound she heard was Adam snoring softly on her back. He’d never pulled out of her pussy. They were half on the bed and half off. Oh well. It wasn’t the easiest position for sleeping, but she was game if he was. She couldn’t even think anymore, much less move.
A couple hours later, stiffness caught up with Sarah. She had to stretch out on the bed or she wouldn’t be able to move in the morning. She might not be able to move now.
She turned to awaken Adam and only then realized he wasn’t there. Maria lay on the bed sleeping, but Adam was nowhere to be seen.
She crawled onto the bed and snuggled against Maria.
“He did it again, didn’t he,” Maria said. “He fled when the emotions got hot.”
“Looks like.”
“But we’ve got him hooked. All we have to do is play him and reel him in.”
Sarah hugged her lover. “If the play doesn’t kill me first.”
“You loved it; you know you did.”
Sarah licked Maria’s shoulder, savoring the slight salty taste. “It was pretty damn spectacular.”
Chapter Eleven
Normalcy. Sarah puzzled over the latest pics of Alicia James spread across her work table. The young woman definitely had rising star power.
Maria had shown her several of the girl’s erotic videos. She was very adept at her chosen profession. Sarah’s mouth went dry as she recalled the images of Alicia intertwined with two other women in a meadow of colorful flowers. While it had taken several scenes before she became comfortable watching her young friend cavorting with naked men and women, she’d finally acknowledged that Alicia genuinely enjoyed her work. The air of innocence, enthusiasm and pure unabated enjoyment she projected could not be taught or coached. It was either there or it wasn’t. Any viewer could be forgiven for believing Alicia wanted to step through the TV screen to share her body with him or her.
According to Maria, Alicia now needed a backer to advance farther up the career ladder. That might be a director who was willing to give her a starring role, or a financial backer who was willing to make sure she got that chance.
Sarah picked up a picture of Alicia posing leaning against her desk. She wore a man’s white shirt knotted beneath her boobs. While her breasts were covered, there was no mistaking the outlines of large aroused nipples. With one hand on her left hip, Alicia used the other hand to hoist the checkered cheerleader skirt high enough on the other hip to barely show a hint of pussy. Her smile seemed natural, innocent, almost curious, as if she were willing to go further but unsure of the observer’s desire. The result was indeed tantalizingly erotic.
Trying to ignore her own pebbling nipples, Sarah wondered if the girl would want to take acting lessons. Did she have the motivation and discipline for study? Would those lessons help her hone her innate acting skills, or would they harm them in some unexpected ways? Alicia James hardly needed lessons on how to perfect her sexual skills. Even Adam agreed Alicia had star potential.
Sarah hated being indecisive. She glanced back at the pictures, studying Alicia’s doe-like eyes. They’d attracted her even more than her full breasts and undulating hips.
Sarah scrunched her shoulders, then got up and walked to the couch, where she sat and examined more of the photos displayed on the coffee table. Why was she agonizing so? Why was she even considering getting involved? She’d said nothing specifically to Maria or Adam about her thoughts, though they probably suspected what she was thinking about.
Was Alicia the daughter she never had? Sarah hugged herself. If she was about to go out and find a daughter, why did it have to be a porn starlet? “Why not,” she muttered aloud.
She hadn’t dared breathe a word of her musings to the girl. There was no need to get her hopes up and then have them dashed by something not yet considered. It wasn’t the money. She could easily afford bankrolling Alicia’s career. If she did, though, she’d expect a percentage return on her investment. This was strictly a business deal she was evaluating.
Well, okay, not exactly. She was emotionally tied to Alicia. It wasn’t sexual, but it was emotional—and that could be much more dangerous.
So was it normal for her to consider becoming a patron of the arts—of an adult film star? She’d supported the arts when she lived in Chicago. But no one, not even she, had questioned the propriety of that support.
Eyebrows would go up questioning her involvement with Alicia James. Many wouldn’t think of the porn industry as an art form worthy of patronage. Detractors would question its entertainment, moral, or educational value. There would be those who’d naturally assume she and Alicia were lovers. Daniel would, if he ever found out. But did any of that matter?
She knew better. She’d come to know and respect a number of the women who’d approached her for help with their portfolios. Like her, they had goals, laughed and cried, and wanted happiness. Some were wives. Some were mothers. Some saw themselves contributing to causes larger than themselves—sexual freedom, women’s rights, sexual education. She wasn’t naïve. She was aware of the underbelly of the industry—of too many drugs, too much intimidation, of too little attention to the health of the performers. Plus there was always the issue of equitable pay. Those were issues that challenged many industries and professions, yet the pervading view held that participating in the erotic industry was not normal—and now that would include her, if she decided to underwrite Alicia’s career.
Sarah laughed softly. There was very little about her current lifestyle that smacked of stereotypical mid-western normalcy. She’d been back in California for four weeks and something resembling a routine ha
d set in.
Adam was turning into the kind of compassionate lover she’d always believed him to be. He could be quite demanding in bed, but then she’d discovered somewhat to her surprise that she could, too. The three of them played at finding innovative ways to express themselves sexually. She smiled. Adam remained much more expressive with his fingers, tongue and cock than with words.
Without establishing anything resembling a schedule, they had made time and space for each other. They were together as couples and as a threesome. Sometimes the third party watched, sometimes not. There were no rules and thankfully there seemed to be no need for rules on how to divvy themselves up.
They’d become comfortable as a sexual threesome, for which she was grateful. But they had not yet achieved an emotional equilibrium. She and Maria outdistanced Adam on that score.
He still hadn’t spent an entire night with them. That emotional rampart proved more than he could apparently surmount.
Yet, she was surprisingly quite satisfied. She’d adjusted. She probably couldn’t have stayed in a relationship with Adam without the presence of the effervescent Maria. Her Latin lover supplied her the emotional fervor and nurturing that Adam at least thus far seemed unable or unwilling to share.
Would Adam come around? She hoped so—she and Maria were counting on it. Right now they were giving him time, but there was Maria’s biological clock. At some point they’d have to come to terms with it.
She placed Alicia’s pictures back in the folder she’d established for her. There was nothing stopping her from trying her wings as an arts patron for the adult film world. She’d request a formal business meeting with Maria and Adam. That was the first step. She had to know if what she was considering had business merit.
Was she considering a pipedream? Sarah rose to her feet and filed the folder away. Alicia James. Would Alicia even want a patron? If so, would she accept Sarah Atkinson as that patron?
Sitting at Adam’s round office table, Sarah chewed on her cheek waiting for Adam and Maria to respond to her idea. Maria had flashed a smile at him when she’d begun to set forth her business plan. Sarah had laid out the whys, the costs and the potential benefits as well a marketing scenario. Marketing was her forte. She’d made hundreds if not thousands of such presentations. So why was she so nervous?
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