The cars do a few cool-down laps before Adam pulls up near where I stand. He strides toward me, smiling. He’s carrying his helmet under his arm and has messy hair. He still looks amazingly hot! There is a little sweat on his forehead. I run over to him and throw my arms around his neck.
“You were amazing out there. Is there anything you aren’t good at?”
“Thanks! And to your second question, I hope not.” I give him another kiss. I can’t resist.
“Let’s get changed. I’m going to take a quick shower, so wait for me at the picnic tables, okay?”
“Okay.” I watch my sexy guy walk to the change rooms. I quickly change and freshen up.
Claude comes over to talk with me while I wait for Adam. “I hope we see you again, Violet.”
I smile, “Yes, my boyfriend and I will be back for sure. Did you see him win the race back there?”
“Yes, he’s a very good driver and a lucky man too.”
“Oh, thanks.” I think he’s flirting with me so I say, “I really had a great time today. Thanks.”
“It was my pleasure. You’re a great student!”
Feeling the need to continue the conversation while I wait, I ask, “What got you into racing cars?”
I learn that Claude was a hobby racing car driver for ten years and found the funds to open his own track in Quebec. He freelances as an instructor with a few tracks as an extra means of income and to drum up more business.
We both see Adam coming towards us at a rapid speed. He extends his hand to Claude. “Thanks for taking such good care of her. She’s very important to me. I’ll call you again for some more lessons the next time we’re up here.”
“You’re a lucky man, and thank you,” Claude says, returning the hand shake. Adam nods. We say good-bye and walk back to the Jag.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Really, was I that obvious?”
“Yes Adam, very obvious. I only have eyes for you. No one can replace you, not even another hot guy.”
“You think he’s hotter than me?”
“No, but he is good looking. You want me to tell the truth, right?” I smile inwardly as I recall him saying that to me once.
“Is that why you want more lessons with him?”
“No, he’s a good instructor and made me feel confident.”
“Okay, fair enough, no more talk of the hot instructor then.”
“Agreed.” We both chuckle. Before getting into the car, I hug Adam and then kiss him passionately.
“You know, it was your pep talk that got me to do it. Thanks.”
“I’m just glad you enjoyed yourself. You really are a natural.” He kisses me again and then says, “The guys are going for a quick drink at a hotel in town. Do you want to go? Two of their wives are here, so you won’t be the only woman. We’ll just stay for one as we have a long drive home.”
“Sure, let’s go. I’d like to meet them.”
We pull up at what appears to be a very high-end resort. A valet takes Adam’s key fob as we walk into the front lobby.
“Aren’t we underdressed for this place?” I ask him.
“It’s a resort. There is no underdressed.”
I follow Adam to the bar area. The introductions begin. I learn they’re all leaders of different organizations. I feel the brain power around me and listen to some of the very interesting conversations about the stock market, economy, and lucrative industries. This doesn’t surprise me as I imagine a sport such as this would be very expensive.
Adam buys this round, as is traditional for the winner. One of the wives, Barbara, is married to the CEO of a large shipping company. She has a great sense of humor and I enjoy talking with her the most.
“I’ve never seen Adam with a woman before. At one point I thought he was gay and was hoping he’d bring a hot boyfriend around,” she confesses to me.
“Oh, no, he’s had a lot of girlfriends.” I laugh out loud. Barbara has a home based-business where she connects contracted dental hygienists with dentists. We chat for a while longer when Adam takes my hand.
“It’s time we go,” Adam says to me. We stand and say our good-byes. Adam wraps his arm around me as we wait for the car.
On the drive home I tell him, “Barbara thought you were gay until today. She said she has never seen you with a woman and was hoping you’d bring a hot boyfriend one day.”
“If only she knew.” He looks sideways at me.
“Yes, if only she knew.” I repeat as we drive with the music playing, feeling happy. We pull into a coffee shop and get two drinks.
“Do you want to drive this car, Babe?”
“Really?”
“Yes, if you can handle a Formula car you can handle this one too.”
The car drives very well. I enjoy the growl of the engine. I sit up tall, feeling proud as I drive us home.
Chapter 11
Adam’s not in bed beside me when I wake up. After stretching, I manage to slide myself off the bed to shower before I fall back to sleep. When I come back into the room there’s a note on the bed alongside an interesting outfit. The note reads:
Gia,
Please put your hair in a ponytail and dress in only the clothes I’ve laid out on the bed for you. When you’re dressed, come down to my office and I’ll tell you how you will please me today.
Master Adam.
After reading the note, a surge of heat combined with excitement rips through me. Wondering what he has in mind for me today, I put on a black sheer halter-style dress that is short and actually makes my legs look longer. I like it even more when I notice my body’s silhouette can be seen through the material. I reach for the black garter belt and sheer white stockings with lace at the top. These accentuate my thighs quite nicely. The clincher is a small frilly white apron that I tie around my waist and a black hair band, with a white matching frill on the top that I put on my head. This is his version of a sexy French maid. Isn’t this every man’s fantasy? There’s even a feather duster sitting on the floor beside a pair of black four-inch pumps. When I stand in front of the mirror fully dressed, I do feel very sexy. The halter reveals a heaving cleavage in a low V neckline. I put on my choker, which enhances it all. I touch the heart attached to it before making my way downstairs to present myself to Adam. I can hear his voice as I get closer, he’s on the phone in his office.
I walk into his office and kneel in front of his desk. I wait as he continues his conversation. He hangs up the phone and I see his feet move from his desk.
He strokes my head. “What is your purpose, Gia?”
“To please you, Master.”
“Stand up and let me look at you.” I stand. He says, softly, “Turn around so I can see you from behind.” I turn slowly. “You are the sexiest maid I’ve ever seen. You have such a beautiful bum.” He runs his hand up the back of my thigh and up and over my bum and says with that voice, “This feels very nice. I like this outfit very much. Now follow me.” I follow him out into the foyer.
He lifts my head, kisses me, and then runs his hand up the back of my other leg, sending hot shivers through me. He’s wearing black fitted pants and an open black shirt, showing his manly chest. This has become his Master’s outfit, all in black. “I’d like you to do some laundry.” He points to a small laundry basket in the laundry room. I look at the basket and then at the stackable washer and dryer. He stands behind me and as I bend down to pick up the towels from the basket, he puts one hand on my lower back, holding me down and inserts his finger inside of me. He wiggles it slowly, causing me to moan and collapse my knees together as the pleasure engulfs me. “We’ll have to work on that. Open up for me, Babe, and be still.” I do my best to keep my legs apart while his probing finger sends titillating escalations up and down me.
“Ohh,” I moan. He moves it faster now, round and round, then side to side.
If this continues, I will explode.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, please.”
He pulls his finger out. “Not yet gorgeous. Let’s see how well you please me first.” I watch him suck the finger he just pulled out of me. I want to come even more now. Still in my bended state, I begin to load the washing machine. As I do, he rubs his hand over my bum and then slaps each cheek, causing me to bolt upright.
With the laundry in, I press the start button and wait. “Come with me.” I follow him back into his office. “I have a few conference calls today. You’ll stay in here with me and when I snap my fingers, turn to see what I want from you. Stay alert; I don’t want to have to chastise you.” He lifts my chin upward and grins at me. I am hotter than Hades now. He points to the bookshelf. “You can start by moving those books from the bottom shelf to the shelf above and those ones to the shelf below. I am going to enjoy the view of your ass and shapely legs, so don’t rush. Take your time.”
To complete this task, I obviously need to get down on my knees and deliberately position myself so he has full view of my bum. I begin to slowly take books off the shelf. He must be watching me. After a while, I hear a dial tone and numbers dialing from the speaker phone.
“Adam Stone.” He says firmly. I can hear other voices coming on the line, about five I think. I quickly glance behind me and he’s staring right at me. He taps his pen firmly on the desk as our eyes connect. I quickly turn back to my task of moving one book at a time.
His call continues. “What timelines are we working towards?” Someone replies. Adam snaps his fingers, causing me to turn around to look at him. He presses the mute button, “I’d like a glass of water.” I get up and return with a glass of water. “Where’s the ice?” We stare at each other until he raises an eyebrow, causing me to go back into the kitchen. I return with a glass of ice water this time. He takes the glass and as I go to move, he grabs my hand and signals for me to wait. I watch two of his fingers pull out a piece of ice from the glass. He trails the ice along the inside of my thigh, very slowly. When I shiver, he grins. The ice is melting with the heat of my skin. The water trickles down my thigh. Adam pops what’s left of the cube into his mouth and bites down on it. Hearing the ice crunch beneath his teeth sends a different kind of shiver through me. He grins again and slides his warm hand in between my legs, rubbing the water into them. My legs tremble and feel like jelly as his touch sends a jolt of pure passion through me. He stops the sensual rubbing and waves his hand back towards the book shelves. His attention returns to the conference call.
I’m impressed at how smart he is and it’s turning me on more. He has lots of influence in real life, which heightens my desire to please him. He disconnects the call when it’s over and I hear his chair roll back from the desk. In seconds, I can feel him standing behind me. “You look very sexy on your knees.” I nod so he knows I’ve heard him and then I hear him leave the room. He returns with a plate of cheese and grapes. I can see him when I turn my head sideways.
He calls to me. “I’m hungry. Come here and sit on my desk and feed me.” He lifts me up on his desk, putting me very close to one of his legs; we’re almost touching. I want to touch him so I uncross my legs. He shakes his head. “I don’t recall asking you to move.” I cross my legs again but still have my calf touching his. The energy that is running through me is potent and highly arousing. I reach for a grape and put it into his mouth. I lower my eyes to appear more demure. I’m enjoying playing my part. No words are spoken and yet the intensity between us is all-encompassing.
My eyes are raised when I take a piece of cheese and offer it to him. He opens his beautiful mouth so I can place it on his tongue. The warmth of his breath feels good. I want to grab hold of him, but I don’t. He leans forward, brushing his arm against my thigh. I hold my breath as a warm sensation ripples through me. Pulling me close, he pushes a grape from his lips to mine, biting into it. The juice squirts in my mouth and runs down the side of my mouth. He slowly licks my mouth, lapping up the dripping juice. The act takes me up a notch. He’s driving me nuts and he knows it. I offer him another grape, which he takes. Even watching him chew is turning me on. I offer him another piece of cheese, which he takes between his lips so it’s half hanging out of his mouth. He wiggles it up and down, drawing me to the dangling piece of cheese. As I do, he gives me the most passionate kiss, a combination of cheese and velvet tongue. “Mmm,” I moan in his mouth. We kiss tongue with tongue for a while before he stops and says, “Enough, I have another call to make. Please finish over there.”
He points back to the book shelves. I slowly slide myself off his desk, surprised I am not stuck to it after that kiss. He slaps my bum as I do. The speaker phone dial tone comes to life, and a few voices come back on the line. His finger snaps and I turn. He mutes the call and says, “I’d like you to use that feather duster to dust my desk.” I’m so into this and see him adjust himself in his chair as he watches me walk towards his desk in my high heels that click against the floor as I do. I spread my legs and lean forward, bending low enough so he has a good view of my heaving cleavage. I dutifully dust and deliberately brush my breasts across his desk. He hasn’t moved an inch since I started until now; he takes a piece of paper and throws it at the waste basket at the side of his desk and misses. He taps the desk causing me to look at him. He raises an eyebrow while looking over at the waste basket. He wants me to pick it up.
I bend at the waist; my legs held straight and move my hips to one side, enhancing his view of my bum, which I know he can see through the negligee. He must like this as a slew of crumpled papers comes towards me, each missing the basket. I continue to pick up each piece, wiggling my bum as I do, feeling quite sexy. The flurry of paper balls stops and I hear him speak to those on the phone. I turn and see that he’s pointing to the floor between his long and muscular legs. My eyes lock onto his crotch and I moan in my head. I step forward and kneel between them. He’s looking down at me and pulls my chin upward so he can kiss me.
He presses the mute button. “I want you to use your mouth now.” No other commands are needed as I hungrily undo his pants to release him. It springs up, almost hitting my face. I rise up on my knees to take him into my mouth. As I do, I hear him say. “Gary, what’s the update with them?”
I bob my head up and down over his cock. I don’t know how he can possibly concentrate on me and on his call, but he does, not missing a beat. I happen to look up and see him staring down at me. I honestly don’t know how he does this, but he manages to control his voice on the phone while his face is full of desire. He puts the call on mute and says, “I want to come in your mouth. Are you ready for that?” Oh my, how can I respond with a mouthful of cock! I think back to the times his face has glistened with my essence. I nod my head yes as I continue to suck his gorgeous cock. He smiles approvingly and touches the top of my head stroking my hair. He un-mutes the phone and says, very forthright, “Are their environments even slightly similar?”
My head moves up and down and every now and then I hear portions of his call. People seem to agree with him and sound impressed with what he says. He maintains control despite what I’m doing on my knees between his legs. I suck and lick at the same time as my heart races with the anticipation of tasting him for the first time. Adam hangs up the phone, and I now have his full attention. He wraps his hand in my ponytail and uses it to pull my head up and down over his cock. I begin to run my tongue up and down him while flicking it at the top just under his head; there’s a spot there that drives him crazy. I flick my tongue over it repeatedly. I can feel his cock harden and throb a bit in my mouth. He pulls himself partially out of my mouth and then pushing himself back in, each thrust making me wetter and wetter. I hear him moan. “Oh, you’re so good at this.” Two long thrusts and then he pushes his cock to the very back of my throat and stops. I soon taste his warm salty liquid fill my mouth. He moans so loudly. He’s watching
me when I look up. I swallow and then he pulls out of my mouth. I have crossed another threshold here. He hands me his glass of water and pulls me up onto his lap.
He says softly, “You okay?” He seems concerned.
I grin and say, “I enjoyed that.” He kisses me passionately, and I like that too.
At the end of our kiss, he says, “I’ve made us a dinner reservation at 8 tonight. Frank will pick us up at 7:30. I’ll leave the dress I want you to wear in the spare bedroom.” It’s almost noon now. I look at him, waiting for his next command and he must read my mind when he says, “You may go now. Be ready for 7:30.” There’s something smoldering hot about being under an accomplished, smart, and successful man like him.
When I reach upstairs, I lie in our bed and turn on the TV. I have a few hours before I need to get ready. I’m still dressed in the outfit and look down at my cleavage and legs. I relive the morning and get shivers when I think of what we just did and how sexy I felt. While watching TV I fall asleep. It’s almost 5 when I wake up. I’ve got lots of time to get ready and take my time in the shower.
With my make-up and hair done, I’m wrapped in my robe and head to the spare bedroom, feeling excited about what he’s chosen for me to wear. On the bed is a white halter dress with a delicate pattern in gray, black, and tan around the bottom. It’s very stylish and very expensive, which I notice as I hold up the price tag that’s still attached to it. There is also a white halter bra and a thong. The entire outfit fits my body perfectly. I am impressed at how well he’s selected the outfit for me. At the bottom of the bed is a pair of high-heeled nude pumps. Fully dressed, it’s time to meet Adam.
He’s waiting for me in black fitted pants, a white tailored fitted shirt, and black leather jacket. He looks fabulous.
“I knew that dress would look great on you. You look very sexy and beautiful. You know you can only wear dresses like this when you’re with me.”
“Yes, Master. I really like it.” He takes my hand, kisses it and then leads us to the car where Frank is holding my door open.
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