We settled in a booth near the bank of windows with our coffees. The inside window overlooked the inner courtyard of the building. It housed more greenery, a swimming pool and an exercise area as I’d been shown earlier. Mr. Drake encouraged his employees to use the facilities whenever they wanted, according to Susanna. The building was also green. Adam went up another notch in my estimation.
“What are you studying at university?” she asked.
I filled her in on my pursuit of becoming a doctor when I was startled to see Adam walking toward me. His presence sent the air whooshing out of my lungs and sent a thrill of excitement sizzling directly to my pussy. Whoa. He was prime. And I had full access to him at the moment in my bed. Too sweet.
“Hey, beautiful, thought I’d find you here.” He held out his hand. I rose to my feet. I knew I looked far too happy to see him and that I couldn’t hide it, even if I wanted to. I suspect a woman of intrigue would try harder to be more circumspect and not give the entire game away quite so easily. Time was too short for that kind of less-than-honest game. I had other games I wanted to play.
My tour guide beamed at us. I could see her bright face out of the corner of my eye.
“Can I drag Sunday away now, Susanna? I take it you’re finished with the tour?”
“Yes of course, Mr. Drake.”
Adam leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I want to show you one more stop before I send you home to write out your fantasy.”
I shivered with anticipation. We were going to have sex somewhere in the building.
“Thanks for showing me around, Susanna. I hope I meet up you again.”
“That would be great! It was so nice to meet you too, Sunday.”
Adam took my arm and directed me through the doorway and into an elevator where he punched the button for the penthouse suite. I could barely keep my eyes off him, my blood rushing to my loins as we rode upward. My panties pooled with moisture. No one stopped the elevator and we were stepped off into a hallway with a number of doors leading into different rooms. Adam pulled my arm and we crossed to the first door directly across from the elevator. He slid his card key down the slot and the door sprang open. Inside, the locks clicked into place.
I barely had time to take in the magnificent chrome and mirrored space before Adam’s hands were on me, tugging at my clothes as his firm lips captured mine. My legs turned to jelly and he picked me up and bore me to the bedroom. Tearing at my clothes, he fell with me on top of the bedcovers, suckling my nipples with his lips and slipping his fingers inside my thong and finding my dripping-wet pussy. I moaned as he pushed one, then two fingers inside my channel while he tortured my clit with his thumb. My thighs fell wide apart to give him full access and he took complete advantage, pushing his fingers deep inside me and then pulling them out and then back in a rhythm that had me panting for more, all my previous tenderness forgotten.
He only stopped long enough to tear his clothes off and slide on a condom. Then he was back on top of me, grabbing my ankles and throwing my legs up and over his shoulders. Exposed. He positioned himself in front of me and slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt with the first thrust. I had no qualms. I wanted him just as badly. Our bodies took over completely. Took what they wanted. The only sound was the pounding of my heartbeat.
“God, you’re so wet. So fucking tight. Come for me, baby,” he urged.
His lips sucked hard on one nipple, his fingers pulling hard on the other, and my pussy clenched with greed. So fucking good.
I was on fire. His huge cock filled and stretched me.
“Fuck me. God, please don’t stop!” I said.
He pounded into me harder. Tremors rocked through my body as I took him in deeper, deeper than I imagined possible. And when I was fully his, when my body had lost sense of anything but the moment, I melted into waves of pleasure before floating down the other side of the mountain.
We lay entwined. I was breathing heavily. Adam’s head rested on my shoulder as he came back to himself. He ran a gentle finger down the side of my face.
“You’re so beautiful and giving, Sunday, I don’t deserve a woman like you. You are an angel.” His eyes glazed with tenderness as he spoke the words.
“I assure you I’m no angel. Beside, we’ve got all week to enjoy each other before I have to go back to the real world,” I reminded him with a smirk.
He sighed and sat up and began gathering up his clothes.
“I’m sorry, Adam, did I say something wrong?”
“Of course not, but I have responsibilities. I’ll call for the limo to be out front. Is twenty minutes too soon?”
I felt I had lost him in those thirty seconds.
“No, I mean yes, sure, that’s fine.” I stumbled over my words, uncertain, but with a plan beginning to form in my mind.
“Good. Just take the elevator down when you’re ready to leave. The limo is waiting outside for you.” He kissed my forehead chastely and was gone. I heard a toilet flushing a few minutes later and the sound of a door closing thirty seconds later and I got up. I didn’t have much time either. I needed proof I’m no angel.
Forty-five minutes later I was dropped off at Dragonstone. The driver opened my door and I skipped up the steps, a plot already forming in my feverish brain.
The setting I envisioned was easy enough. I curled up on the window seat with a company laptop and opened a Word document.
Let’s see. A medieval castle, isolated in the highlands of Scotland. And who was Adam? Ah yes, the Earl of Dragonstone, and I was his ward having come to stay with him because I had been made an orphan during the Wars of the Roses. My virginal state was a cause for concern as he wanted to teach me how to be a courtesan and a spy. He’d been talked into this by his captain of the guards who had it in for me since I had not availed myself of his advances on first meeting.
But I was unwilling and he’d had to strip me and tie me to the bed to get cooperation. He was out to prove that he could bring me to orgasm on command and show me that a woman’s body was made to accept love and there was much power in that knowledge.
The Earl of Dragonstone was a master of control, but the chit of a thing was driving his patience to the extreme. He admitted he had thoroughly enjoyed himself introducing her to the delights of the flesh, watching her try to keep from responding to him, but failing each time as her body betrayed her. She was a delightful, frustrating bit of baggage and he had to have her. Maybe just as much as he had to get her to realize who was in charge. He thought of all the wicked ways he had tried to arrange this.
(1) He had blindfolded her and teased her body mercilessly, using everything in his arsenal from a feather to a whip.
(2) He had instructed her not to come to orgasm. She had to learn to withstand her senses being overloaded and keep herself under strict control or she would be punished. It was no game he was playing. Her life might depend on it.
(3) He was having difficulty withstanding her charms, wanting to ravish her all day, every day. But it was all for her own good, he was certain. So practice for long hours each day they must.
(4) But he was also running out of time and patience, knowing he only had hours to fulfill his end of the bargain or lose face. It was time to redouble his efforts. She needed to be able to face the enemy, knowing her body had no limits. That she was capable of giving and receiving pleasure in all the forbidden positions.
There, that should give him something to think about. Should I delete my last point?
I sent it into cyberspace before I lost my courage. Would I hear back before tonight’s more intimate dinner party? I ignored any red flags of warning from my guardian angel and caught up with social media while I waited. Something told me he’d not be long in answering.
A ping alerted me to incoming mail and I eagerly opened it, seeing it was from Adam.
Dearest Sunday, I’m impressed with your plotting abilities. Perhaps you should consider a career as a romance writer. I just have one question. Is p
oint number four really to your liking? It reads as a no-holds-barred situation. Much as I would love it, I need you to be certain you can handle it. Of course, the “safe” word still stands. A.D.
My insides clenched with need. Could I handle it? Would I need to stop it? I didn’t really know, but the excitement was building in me. Something about being a captive and having no choice made me red-hot. A part of me wanted to be fully exposed, unable to stop myself from enjoying the limits of human sexuality. Then you go back to your safe life with no regrets, right? my conscience archly inquired, wanting my word that I would see an end to this and get on with my life. Of course, I fired back, this is just an experiment. Oh but what a delicious experiment.
Hitting return on the email address, I paused with my fingers over the keyboard, thinking how to word it to keep it light and send the right message. My fingers dropped to the keys as I told him the simple truth.
Dearest Adam, I want to live life to the fullest and not look back someday with any regrets. Do you mind if I borrow you to get there? S.R.S.
The ping came back almost immediately.
It would be my utmost pleasure to keep your life free of regrets. A.D.
The die was cast. And now I had time to do some fun reading. The erotic romance novels were calling my name, quite insistently as it happened. I spend the afternoon immersed in research and only found my way to the kitchen and Martha for a quick snack. She tut-tutted at my small appetite like a good mother hen, but I was too wired to need or want more. Tonight was constantly on my mind.
Chapter Seven
A sharp knock on my door at six thirty found me showered and prepared similarly to the night before. Why change what works? I felt good with my hair floating around my shoulders and it gave me some protection. If I didn’t want to look at someone, I could let the veil of hair fall forward and cover my face. I’d often used the ploy as a child.
“Sunday, my beautiful Sunday, you are a feast for the eyes,” Adam exclaimed as he came into my room directly after his knock, as if he couldn’t wait for me to answer the door.
“I wish the business part was already concluded,” he said. He crossed the space between us in two huge strides. Taking me firmly into his arms, he leaned down and captured my lips with his, pushing his tongue insistently into my mouth while his free hand roamed under my robe. His caresses felt so good I couldn’t imagine stopping him. I let him touch me as he wanted—as I wanted. I had never felt freer. And I was soaking wet.
“Lose the panties,” he commanded, his eyes darkening with lust as he pulled away and looked down at me. “No underwear for you tonight, ward. I want to know that under your gown you are ready for me to take you at any time. Consider it part of your education, wench!”
I realized he was falling into character and I smiled tentatively, making my voice quaver with concern. “But Lord Dragonstone, I can’t possibly go without my underwear on. It’s not decent! What would people think?”
“You will do as I say or be punished. Is that understood?”
I obediently pulled my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I handed them to him with a downcast gaze, watching him through my lowered eyelashes, enjoying his full attention. He solemnly took the offering and tucked the bit of sheer lace into his pocket. His grin was lecherous as he observed me through narrowed eyes.
My pussy clenched with need, my breath ragged.
“Oh you’re such a bastard!” I exclaimed.
His eyes narrowed. Had I gone too far?
“You will pay for that later, I promise. Now it’s time to choose your dress.” He took my hand and led me in the direction of the closet. “I’m thinking red for passion should be your color tonight, my beautiful ward.”
He’d chosen three red evening dresses on our buying trip and all were gorgeous. But one stood out from the rest, a take on Jennifer Lopez’s cut-down-to-there dress from the Oscars a few years back. I would need a lot of duct tape just to stay in it. But oh the entrance I would make. Advice from an aunt came to mind—flaunt it while you’ve still got it. It’s funny, but I’ve discovered I don’t have a lot of false modesty in my body. He went straight for the sexiest dress like a bull zeroing in on a matador’s cape. I tingled with desire, imaging Adam’s eyes on me.
“I would help you dress, but I know that we’d never make it to dinner if I watch you change into it. I’ll send in Jessica.”
“That’s okay, I can manage.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment for a few weighty seconds.
“Okay, join us in the dining room when you’re ready. And wear just the diamond headband tonight—it will showcase the dress best.”
I nodded and waited for him to shut the door. I was dying to try on the dress again. Oh boy. I blushed to the roots of my hair as I observed myself in the full-length mirror. This was some dress, or more correctly, some lack of dress. I’d used practically a whole roll of the two-sided dress tape provided which helped, but still, wow, it was a brave choice.
I pulled my hair back from my face with the sparkly diamond-studded hairband and smiled at my reflection. I needed a selfie of this as proof that I had once looked like this. In fact, I was going to do that with every outfit this week just to prove to myself I had once played Cinderella.
Grabbing my cell phone from the dresser, I used the mirror to situate myself properly and snapped the photo. I know many celebrities say they need to take hundreds of photos to get one good selfie, but I was satisfied to have one that showed the dress I was wearing on this very special night.
Okay. Here goes.
I left the sanctuary of the bedroom, sans panties, like the bravest girl (or the most brazen) on the planet. At the dining room door I hesitated, listening to the murmur of voices. I walked into the room and toward the table with head held high. Complete silence. Had I spilled out of my dress? I glanced down, but no, I was still fine. I looked into Adam’s unblinking eyes while I crossed the floor toward the frozen group of men and women. I swallowed nervously.
I came right up to Adam, praying all the way I wouldn’t trip. He held my chair and helped me into the vacant seat on his right.
“Thanks,” I said.
“You look—I have no words—”
“Well, you chose it!” I quipped back, wishing everyone would just start talking already. I mean, Jennifer Lopez had already made the fashion statement.
“Miss Stark, may I say you look ravishing tonight. That dress, it is perfection incarnate.”
“Um, thank you, Mr. Russo.”
“Please, please, call me Jonathon. We shouldn’t stand on formality when we are becoming like family. We have many shared business interests, after all. I predict the future will find us spending more happy hours together. I offer a toast, a toast to the fruits of this week. A toast to a beautiful hostess who brings our groups together as one. And I think I speak for everyone present, Adam Drake, when I wish you every business success. Salute!”
Jonathon lifted his wineglass in a toast and the dozen people at the table stood and drank. Jonathon was from a very old Italian family who got their original start in wine production. Now they had their fingers in hundreds of projects around the world, according to the cheat sheet provided by Adam.
Adam gave me a brilliant smile. I figured things were going exactly as he’d hoped. And it was kind of cool that I got to be a small part of it. I gave Adam a brilliant smile in return and promised myself to live in the moment and ignore everything else. Like that little nagging doubt that it would not be that easy to leave this. I deserved one week of fun in a lifetime.
The dinner was scrumptious and went off like clockwork. Even having Jessica sitting across from me did not take anything away from my enjoyment. The grandfather clock was chiming eleven o’clock before we were served the final sorbet course to cleanse the palate. Adam had been the perfect gentleman all evening, considering my sitting there without panties, but I thought I had carried it off with aplomb too. And my breasts had coop
erated, not falling out of the fragile fabric. No one suspected that I sat there horny as hell and wanted the evening to conclude. I shivered in anticipation of the night ahead.
My mind was drifting when Jessica leaned forward in her couture Ralph Lauren and made what I call “eyes” at Adam.
“Adam, I was hoping to steal you away for a few minutes to share an important bit of information with you.”
“Certainly, Jessica. I was about to suggest we move to the library for brandy and cigars. That’s if you would like to adjourn there, Jonathon?” Adam asked his honored business guest.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, beautiful,” Adam murmured in my ear as he stood up and joined Jessica. She shot me a lot of extreme satisfaction. I rose and led the group of business people from the room, worrying more about tripping on my long gown than Jessica having a word with her boss.
It wasn’t rocket science to oversee the group of glittering men and women and tend to their needs with the help of Adam’s staff. It mostly involved being gracious. I could not have imagined three days ago that I would have found a role like this easy in my lifetime. I was surprising myself and I liked it.
I had the group settled round the man-height fireplace that crackled and danced. The men smoked expensive cigars which I’ve discovered means the smoke is not nasty but fragrant, and the women sipped on their choice of sweet liqueur when Adam and Jessica walked back in. I looked to Adam to judge his mood but his face appeared inscrutable to the extreme. My heart lurched. She’d shared something not to his liking.
It didn’t stop him from being gracious with everyone present. The soft sounds of women giggling began to change the mood in the room. Everyone was so satiated with food and drink that it was becoming obvious that business was no longer at the top of the agenda. Long pointed looks were being exchanged and overt caresses happened more often. I’ve come to realize that most, if not all, the women in attendance were not the men’s wives but for-show girlfriends. I could hardly judge it, for what was I? A paid hostess who was enjoying her work to the extreme.
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