The Power of Sunday Rose

by Angelina J. Windsor

  I was getting nervous though. The unknown was preying on my mind. I sat as demurely as I could at his side. The dress was not styled for comfort. If I relaxed, I was certain to spill out of it.

  “Tell me the truth, Adam. This young woman—she’s more than just your hostess, right? None of us are here with our wives so you can share the truth and we will not think less of you. We’re all friends now. Perhaps you got her number from an escort agency, eh?”

  I felt slimed by the coy, slithering words. They came from Jonathon’s second-in-command, his brother George, the one with the reptilian eyes. He’d been drinking steadily all evening and now he was unable to keep his allegations to himself—or his eyes off my cleavage.

  “Yes, she is the real deal and I did not find her number from an escort service. In point of fact, the young lady is studying to be a doctor and is just earning her tuition acting as my hostess.” Adam’s voice hardened.

  “Please accept my apologies. I just meant that such a beautiful woman—” He shrugged, indicating he was at a loss to explain how Adam had found me except in the yellow pages.

  “I accept your apology only if Sunday is fine with it?” He looked to me, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

  I nodded diffidently, still a bit offended. The problem was George was right about what we were doing. We had not only crossed but obliterated the line between business and pleasure and that probably hurt the most of all. What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t, I was too in lust to think and now I realized it showed. But perhaps, worse yet, I didn’t care. It had been my own decision and I was free to make it.

  “As fine an evening as this was, it’s time we were going, Adam. I thank you and your lovely lady for a wonderful evening and I look forward to our private dinner tomorrow.” Jonathon smoothly filled the awkward space left by his brother. He was probably used to doing that.

  Tomorrow night would just be the six of us for the evening, Jonathon and his brother George and their guests. Jonathon had brought his assistant on this trip instead of his wife as she was home with their children. I rather liked the young woman who was not much older than me. A tall, willowy brunette, Ashley Chambers was pleasant and easy to be around. She was also a fashion plate and wore a dress not dissimilar to my own in a black fabric that hugged her every curve, whereas George’s date looked like a professional call girl. And now I knew why.

  We saw our guests to the front entrance together. Adam said nothing to Jessica but a curt goodnight though she tried to waylay him when she took her leave.

  The last guest was gone. Adam’s eyes glittered under the light of the massive overhead chandelier. It was outfitted with real, fat candles as it would have been in olden times.

  “Ward, it is time for your lesson. I will meet you in your bedchamber shortly.”

  I swallowed. It had begun.

  I hurried back to my bedroom and used the bathroom to freshen up. My clothes were all wrong so I stripped them off and drew on a silk robe. I was too antsy to sit so I paced the room as I waited. A sharp knock swiveled my head round to face the door. He did not wait, but burst in.

  Chapter Eight

  “My lord, it is late. Perhaps our lesson should wait for the morrow?” I beseeched him, letting myself visibly tremble. It was easy considering my state of mind.

  “No. Your initiation into our order cannot wait. All signs point to this being the perfect time for your surrender to our cause. Tonight, you must submit to all that I ask of you, no questions asked. Your very life may one day depend on it. You need to be able to take all that is given and return it twofold.”

  I gave him my widest-eyed look and chewed on my bottom lip. The plot might be threadbare, but it was arousing. My pussy flooded with moisture.

  “Time I introduced you to the dungeon.”

  Adam took my hand and led me to the walk-in closet. What? And then at the back of the closet I realized there was a hidden door. It slid silently open to reveal an elevator. I stepped onto it and Adam followed me and the door slid closed, leaving us standing close together in the confined space.

  Adam’s scent filled the intimate space. I breathed deeply, enjoying the sense of intoxication and being overcome with lust. I watched him as he gave me an inscrutable look just before the elevator came to a complete stop.

  “After you, dear ward. Your education is about to begin. Prepare yourself.”

  His courtly manner was reassuring though his words were not. I stepped out of the elevator. It was seconds before my eyes took it all in and I realized it was a real dungeon. The walls were made of dark-hued stone cuts and lit with ancient torches licking their hungry flames upward in spirals of yellow and crimson, adding deep shadows to the rough walkway. I stumbled and Adam’s strong arm stopped me from falling.

  “Shall I carry you?”

  I shook my head. I bravely soldiered on and we came to a huge locked gate at the end of the corridor. He took an old-fashioned padlock key from his belt and thrust it in the lock, gave it an enormous squawking twist. The door swung open on squeaky hinges, setting my teeth on edge. Oh boy. No one else knew I was down here.

  The open doorway revealed a shadowy room. Adam hit a switch and the space was softly lit. I looked round the chamber, trying to take it all in at once. A huge bed dominated it, not unexpectedly. But it was not your ordinary bed. It had handcuffs built in—top and bottom. The walls were outfitted in rows of instruments I did not know the use of, but just looking at them made me quake inside. I hoped they were strictly for show, that Adam was a collector.

  “Take off your robe. Your training is beginning—now.” As if another switch had been thrown, Adam’s eyes shuttered and his face grew still, his chiseled features adding beauty to the power that was about to be unleashed—on me. I pulled the silk tie on the robe tighter, clutching the fabric closed with my fist.

  “I’m not the type of woman you need. I’m not able to beguile a man. I’m far too shy. You have the wrong woman for this mission.” I spoke the truth, giving him my most beguiling look. “You must set me free!”

  “You are exactly the kind of woman I want.” He advanced on me and tore the robe from my body, throwing it on the floor and thrusting his hand between my legs. “See, you are wet just thinking about my doing things—unspeakable things to you.” He pushed a finger up inside me and I flooded with wetness. Taking his finger out, he licked the juice from his finger and gave a wicked grin, his eyes burning brightly as he said, “You will learn to obey my every command. You will beg me for more. Do you understand? This is not a game.”

  I mutely nodded my head. All I had on was the garter belt and stockings as I could not wear a bra with the red dress.

  “That’s better. Lie down on the bed,” he commanded.

  I crossed the short distance. My body trembled and my heart raced. I obediently took off my shoes and lay down on the velvet midnight-blue cover. There were no pillows.

  “Spread your arms and legs wide apart.”

  I swallowed hard. This was more difficult because I knew what was coming next—full bondage. I tentatively pulled my legs a few inches apart as he grasped one of my hands and I heard the first metallic click of the handcuffs. They were comfortable, well-padded and not too tight. He came round the bed and fastened my other arm. Then, one leg at a time, he pulled me spread-eagle until I was firmly anchored in place. I felt my body heat all over at the view I was offering so readily.

  “You look beautiful like that, wench. You have an amazing body, all lush curves and tight pussy—just made for fucking. No man will stand a chance against your female wiles. I’m going to blindfold you. There’s no point in resisting, for no one can hear you down here. This part of the castle is totally soundproof.”

  The room went black as a mask was pulled over my eyes and down behind my head. I felt vulnerable, knowing he could see all of me and I could not see any of his intentions. My senses were heightened by the lack of sight and when something soft was swiped across my nipples, I arched
up off the bed in response.

  “Ah, so responsive, my sweet ward. You want to be fucked. Say it, say what you want.”

  “Yes, my lord, I want to be fucked, but only by you.”

  He was quiet for a moment.

  Light kisses rained down on my face and neck while strong fingers rolled my nipples, tightening them to diamond-hard buds. The sensation sent waves of desire like a lightning lash to my clit. It began to throb. I felt so exposed lying spread-eagle on the bed.

  “So needy,” he murmured, his hand sliding down my belly to cup my sex with his warm palm.

  I felt him shift off the bed and then something grasped my nipples, imprisoning them. It upped their sensitivity and made me squirm. What was it and what did it look like? My brain was feverish for information, but the slight pain was exquisite and sent more lightning shafts of pure pleasure to my swollen clit. I arched off the bed from the overwhelming sensations. I wanted so badly to be fucked. My pussy was on fire.

  Something warm dripped onto my stomach and then his hands began to massage every square inch of me with some kind of warmed oil. His hands sliding over my flesh drove me near madness. And then his finger gave my clit a slight flick and I rose inches off the bed. I could not get away and he used his fingers to separate my delicate folds. I felt a gentle breeze that made me shudder as he blew air across my clit.

  “You are not allowed to come until I say you can. Is that understood? If you do, you will be punished.”

  His tone was commanding and ominous. I was quick to nod my head with understanding.

  His fingers pushed into my channel and he began to expertly finger-fuck me. The invasion took my breath away. I arched my back, not caring at how slutty I was being. When he withdrew his fingers prematurely, I was left wanting so much more. I mewed and I heard his chuckle of satisfaction.

  “I will have you begging for release before this night is through.” He caressed my ass. I shivered.

  Something was being drawn down along my body, something soft yet firm and I thought if might be a long piece of leather. It tugged on whatever was tied to my nipples and I gasped aloud, every nerve ending on high alert. My nipples throbbed with the exquisite torture. A low buzzing sound filled my ears. A mini-massager was applied to my right nipple, making me start up with the electric vibration that was almost too intense, but I refused to give in. I screamed when it was suddenly applied directly to my clit, sending me spiraling over the edge.

  I could not stop, forced to succumb, I came instantly to orgasm, my pussy clenching in an intense wave of pleasurable sensations. He continued to hold the vibrator against my throbbing clit long past the first throes. He held it there until my body flushed hot, shuddering from the exquisite torture. Perspiration poured from me and my pussy flooded with wetness. It ran down my thighs. So fucking hot.

  “You’ve been a very naughty girl. I told you that you would be punished for coming.”

  I felt myself being unsnapped from the cuffs while I tried to gain control of myself. His words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

  He had me stand, held me trembling against him as he took off the device from my nipples. It was pure release and I swayed as I stood there, discombobulated from all the sensory input.

  “You didn’t play fair, my lord. I don’t think the strange device has been invented yet,” I pleaded my case.

  A spontaneous chuckle followed my plea.

  “You are full of surprises, wench. Far too receptive to my touch. You have much to learn and I’m just the man to show you.”

  He led me by the hand and leaned me over some kind of padded bench. My heart stilled, knowing from everything I’d been reading the past two days that this was the moment of truth. I’ve never imagined myself wanting to be spanked. Sure, spread-eagle and tied up and unable to stop a man’s hands from roaming all over me, but corporal punishment, not so much. I was uncertain how I was going to handle it and if I could handle it.

  “Be kind, my lord. I have delicate skin and marring it would hamper my ability to spy for you.”

  “Be quiet. You have no say in this. You were the one to take advantage. Being unable to control yourself is not an excuse.”

  He ran his hands over my upturned ass, caressing it thoroughly and it felt wonderful with my every nerve ending on fire with anticipation.

  The breath stilled in my body as he took my hands and tied them together, looping the rope around the bench, I guessed, and pulling it tight. He thrust my legs wide apart with his thigh, leaving me exposed.

  “I have no desire to mar this beauty. Prepare yourself, wench. Do not move.”

  Out of nowhere his hand came down, landing firmly on my ass, the contact making me startle. It stung, but because it was his bare hand it was not unmanageable. My pussy clenched with the sensation for it sent heat right to the most vital of areas. I knew I was full display for him, my sex open.

  His fingers checked me for arousal.

  “Not nearly wet enough,” he growled. His swats increased in tempo. My breathing sharpened. And then it happened. I began to become wetter with each loud smack. My ass heated, my pussy pulsed with excitement.

  “You are so wet, you like this—” he said with obvious satisfaction and swatted me one more time, then rubbing my clit with his thumb. One more loud smack and he spread me wider, separating my inner folds to test me again. It was a welcome violation. I wanted him to feel and see my excitement. I was so swollen, so horny I might combust.

  “I can’t take any more,” I pleaded. “I’ve done all you want—let you do all you want. What more can I do?”

  “It is just beginning. You have far more to learn. Accept your body’s desires. It will go better for you.”

  His fingers spread my inner lips apart. He ran his tongue down my channel. “I love your sweet, dripping honey,” he said, tantalizingly close to my pussy before he left it wanting more.

  He inserted something into my cunt that began to buzz. Oh god, it was the mini-vibrator and while it was humming away he sucked on my clit, tugging it between his lips. I was on fire. It was too much and I lost it.

  “Please, please, fuck me, fuck me, I can’t stand it!”

  He reached inside me and pulled out the vibrator. Quickly untied me and picked me up. He threw me onto the bed on my back and drove his cock deep into my dripping pussy. Over and over he plowed into me. I raked his back with my fingernails as he rode me harder. I was insatiable. Turned-on to the max.

  “Take it all, my cock wants all of you. It’s hungry for you. For your sweet, tight needy little pussy. You are mine. Say it. Say it now or I will stop,” he threatened.

  “Yes, yes. I am yours,” I swore, anything to let this agony be over.

  He responded by increasing the pounding. He drove his cock into my willing cunt as if it were the end of days.

  My response was to wrap my legs tighter around his waist, taking him even more fully into my channel. His cock hit the far end, butting up against my deepest part. I wanted the stretching and fullness to never end. Every nerve in my sensitive pussy was awake and sending pleasure signals to my brain. The sucking sounds turned me wild. My cunt milked his cock with everything it had. As I bore down on his thick, shuddering cock, he moaned aloud.

  “Turn over. I want to fuck you from behind.”

  I shivered. But I obediently turned onto my stomach, my pussy making a popping sound as he pulled out, leaving it needy and wet and throbbing. And so hungry.

  He pulled me to my knees, then my hips roughly to him. He pushed inside me with a thrust of his loins. He fucked me hard, the sound of his body slapping against mine an erotic overture in the darkness. His balls hit against my clit. I was lost to the sensation. Time had no meaning. We fucked as if it was our last chance. Ever.

  “I’m can’t hold on any longer. You’re so wet—so tight,” he groaned.

  His cock pulsed and offered up a huge burst of cum filling me in spurts, even sheathed in a condom. I let go. Rode multiple orgas
ms as they ripped through me, saw colorful stars explode on the inside of my lustful brain.

  As I came down from the stars, I wondered idly if we could be fuck-buddies forever. I could visit Adam once a week and play out our stories. That would suit me just fine. A glorious interlude.

  The mask was removed.

  “Hey handsome, was it good for you too?” I quipped, so satiated I was the most relaxed I’ve been in my entire life.

  “You are amazing—absolutely amazing.”

  “You are something else too, handsome,” I complimented him right back. “I didn’t know I could come like that.” I shook my head in wonder.

  “I want you to write another scenario tomorrow. You’re good at it. Perhaps one that involves a stolen woman from ancient times being exposed to her master’s every wish. That should give you ample parameters to work your magic.”

  “Sounds doable.” I turned over on my back as he pulled out of me and threw the condom into a trash bin by the bed. He lay down and encased me securely in his arms, cradling my head on his shoulder. In moments I was fast asleep.

  I awoke hours later. It took me a moment to realize where I was. Adam had covered us with a blanket at some time during the night. I smiled as I gazed up at him—he was sleeping so soundly, his arms still round me. He looked younger and more peaceful as he slept and my heart filled. I fell back to sleep, more secure and happier than I had been in years. This was the best week of my life, bar none.

  When I woke, Adam was gazing down at me, his expression warm and tender.

  “Morning, sleepyhead. Time to get a move on.”

  He leaned down and gave me a through kissing, ignoring any morning breath I might have. A real man.

  “Morning yourself.” I stretched, luxuriating in the sensation. The thought flitted through my brain of how easy it would be to get used to this and I pushed it aside. I would live for this day only and see it for what it was. A pleasant interlude before I got back to the real, hard world.

  “I’ll enjoy writing a new plot for us today.” I smiled as I reassured him I had remembered. His eyes lit up with the idea.