The rainforest shower was heavenly and I stood in the soothing waterfall for long luxurious moments before toweling off and wrapping an extra towel around my hair. I carefully applied makeup and then blow dried my hair into a smooth cascade that framed my face from a simple middle part. Best I could do. If Adam wanted more, he’d have to hire a team.
A brisk knock on my door right at six thirty made my heart rate soar as blood rushed to my brain and other parts. Adam.
His handsome, chiseled face broke into an approving smile as he greeted me with words laced with a sexual vibe, sending a high-alert signal to my newly greedy pussy, “You look too beautiful to share, Sunday. I have no words.”
He bent down and lightly kissed my lips, his touch magical.
He was wearing snug-fitting black pants and a white linen shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest. The view exposed a smooth expanse of tanned skin bare of even a trace of hair. He’d not looked this sexy since I met him and I wanted to run my fingers down him to touch the muscles that bulged under the expensive clothing down to his cock. I barely restrained myself and he knew it. The twinkle in his eyes for a brief moment gave him away. He was carrying a midnight-blue velvet box in one hand.
“We don’t have much time ‘til our guests arrive. I think with your hair down, a gown that exposes your shoulders and flows to the floor would suit you well.” He leaned over and ran his hands down the silkiness of my hair, his expression one of wonder. “I love your hair. I’m glad you decided to wear it loose,” he murmured and then opened the box he was holding, letting me see what it contained. A stunning piece of jewelry. A gemstone necklace interspaced with diamonds and sapphires. To say it was magnificent was not to do it justice. A loaner from the jewelry store, of course, but the gesture was lovely.
“I thought they would exactly match your eyes. And I see they do,” he said, pulled the necklace from the box and gestured for me to turn around.
He waited while I swept my hair aside for him to fasten it around my neck. It felt weighty and cool and very decadent and I hurried to the full-length mirror in the room to check it out.
“It’s beautiful, Adam. Thank you,” I remarked, observing myself in the mirror. I’d allow myself one week of this and then it was back to the real world for me. This was just a brief interval of playtime.
He came up behind me and gazed at my reflection in the mirror.
“Not nearly as beautiful as you are.”
“You’ve got to stop saying things like that. You’re going to give me a fat head,” I chided and moved away.
I opened my closet door. “You said you wanted to pick out my dress for tonight.” I eyed the clock for emphasis, knowing we only had a few more minutes and he looked as if he might still need to finish dressing. I imagined him wearing a tux to such an important event.
“Of course,” he intoned in that masterful way he had and walked toward me. As he brushed by me his manly fragrance filled my nostrils. I breathed it in. The sexually charged fragrance made my head spin with lust. How did I get to this place in twenty-four hours? The ice queen was pretty much unthawed and on her way to becoming a puddle.
“This one,” he said and pulled the sky-blue silk organza gown from the rack of gowns lining one side of the closet. The other side of the walk-in closet housed the daywear, all laid out by color, of course. His staff was very efficient. Adam’s choice was beautiful and would show off my new necklace to perfection. It had a tightly filled strapless bodice and a flowing skirt with a trail of tiny embroidered forget-me-not flowers around the tight insert at my waist and around the hem. Definite princess material.
“I’ll send someone in to help you. I need to finish dressing as well,” he said.
I nodded and he was gone, leaving his fragrance behind that enticed me to that magical place that was driving me mad.
Unfortunately the dragon lady knocked and walked right in not two minutes later while I was unzipping the back of the dress.
“I’m here to pull up your zipper,” she announced, looking as if the job was beneath her. Which of course it was, but I imagined she was well paid for it if I was not mistaken. Probably overpaid. Adam is a generous man.
I pulled off the robe. I turned away to shield my front view from her and stepped into the gown, quickly covering up the fact that I was wearing Valentine’s day red underwear and white stockings. Just like on the book cover. I pulled my hair over my shoulder and exposed my back for her to pull up the zipper.
She quickly obliged and jerked it up.
“Thank you,” I said through stiff lips and I turned round, greeting her cold eyes. I could hardly believe a woman would treat such expensive clothes so poorly. I let go of my hair and let it flow into place down my back. She eyed it angrily and I noted her hair was pulled up into a smooth bun that was not her best choice.
“You should consider wearing you hair up. Allison always wore her gorgeous auburn hair up at important events to show off the jewels that Adam bought her. I can help you if you like,” she said, her eyes glinting as she eyed my appearance. No way in hell was she touching my hair and half pulling it out given the chance. She was obviously Team Allison.
“Thanks, but Adam prefers it down. Oh, by the way, is Allison going to be going to be joining us this evening?” I hated myself for asking and tried to sound as casual as possible. But I had to know. My heart palpitated uncontrollably as I waited for her answer.
Her lips thinned. “Not tonight. She had a prior engagement. Do you need anything else?” she asked, her tone barely civil. She’d left the door open for other nights, a fact not lost on me.
“No, thank you. I’ll see you downstairs.”
“Whatever,” she said and shrugged her shoulders as if it was a stupid decision and not one she’d make. “See you later,” she added and vacated the room.
I breathed easier. The woman seemed to have the dubious gift of being able to deplete all the oxygen in a room.
I gave a final check in the mirror, making sure my dress had survived her rough handling. I gave a spontaneous spin, laughing aloud at how the hem swirled out. I sat down on the window seat to put on my strappy silver sandals with the inlaid Swarovski crystals. They sparkled like real diamonds. I stood up. The heels were high, but not unmanageable and I walked around the room to get used to them. I wanted to remember every moment of this evening. I glimpsed myself in the mirror. Not looking too shabby. What did Allison look like with all that auburn hair? I pushed the unwelcomed thought aside. Now was not the moment. If I was lucky, she’d be busy all week. Time to go to work.
I left the room and walked to the top of the staircase to scope out the hall below. The large entrance to the castle was filled with groups of people dressed in eveningwear having quiet conversations. It was surreal. The women were in colorful gowns glowing against the starkness of the black tuxes. It just spelled out excitement to me. Should I be joining them? Adam hadn’t specifically said when I should make my entrance.
And then I saw him in the crowd and I wondered how I could have missed him at first. He was dressed in a tux so polished and well-fitted he looked as if he should be in Gentlemen’s Quarterly. I stared and he stared back at me for a full heartbeat before he gestured for me to join him with a sexy come-hither curl of his forefinger.
I took the cue and began the long hike down the staircase. Suddenly I was in the spotlight as all eyes turned my way. I blushed. Hoped to hell I wouldn’t fall down the stairs and make an ignoble landing at Adam’s feet. I managed it with careful attention and walked toward him across the floor, my heels echoing on the imported marble. His look spoke volumes as he reached out to take my hand and drew me to his side.
“Ah, thank you for blessing us with your presence, Sunday. I want you to meet Jonathon Russo.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said. He looked like old-school Italian with his slick, dark flashy appearance and courtly manners.
He kissed the back of my hand and said, “Lovely to meet you as well, Sunday.” He
turned to introduce me to another man standing at his side who had more than a passing resemblance to him. “And this is my brother, George.”
“Sei bellissima! You are a one lucky fellow, Adam. To have such a beautiful woman at your side.” George Russo emanated authority with a blue-black mane of thick hair brushed back from his Romanesque features. His fleshy lips brushed the back of my hand in a more intimate way than his brother and the reptilian look in his eyes made me uncomfortable. I carried on as if nothing were untoward. To each his own.
“Grazie, piacere di conoscerti, George,” I said, being nicer than my mama would have given me credit for by thanking him for calling me beautiful in his native tongue. Being a bookworm who studied languages and had been the captain of the debate team at my old high school was finally paying off. In high school it had just made me a nerd. Now it helped me shine.
Adam’s eyes complimented me and I gave him a smile of understanding. My nostrils flared as I caught his manly scent, enticing me to want to nuzzle his entire body. My body vibrated with anticipation as I worked at being the perfect hostess, speaking with everyone and asking after their welfare.
Dragonstone sparkled under the lights, soft music provided by a trio of musicians on one side of the great hall, and waiters in uniform serving up a steady stream of cocktails and hors d’oeuvres to the glittering guests. It was thrilling just to be part of it.
I sipped my glass of champagne, watching Adam interact with his guests. He would smile that generous smile of his whenever he caught my eye, which was numerous times during the evening. Each time my lust ratcheted itself up another notch. Anticipation kept my senses on high alert and I saw the party through rose-colored glasses. The tinkle of glasses during spontaneous toasting amongst the guests made me smile. Even if just for a short time, perhaps I did belong. Before I lost my slipper, that is.
And then we were alone as the last guest was ushered out. Even the dragon lady had slunk away. Adam looked down at me, his eyes smoldering with lust. My heart pounded. Bring it on, handsome.
He took my hand and led me up the stairs. My breath hitched as he opened my bedroom door and ushered me inside.
Chapter Five
“You were magnificent today, Sunday. You more than met my expectations.”
I smiled at his words of praise as we danced around what was to come.
“Thanks. I think all these accoutrements were the most help to playing my part.” I looked down at my attire to punctuate my remarks.
“Hardly,” he scoffed. “You are the real deal and don’t you forget it. Clothes and jewels are just the icing.”
Now what?
His eyes darkened as he casually asked, “You do any reading this afternoon?”
“I did.”
“And?”
The question hung out there.
“It was a real education,” I managed, chewing on my lower lip.
“Which book did you read?”
“I imagine they were pretty much all the same genre, not wanting to judge a book by its cover.” I gave a little half laugh that sounded throaty even to my ears. “But if you must know, the first one in the lineup and about half of the second.”
“Ah, please share. What did you think?” His mouth twitched and his eyes glinted with interest.
I flushed. “Erotic and exciting.”
He reached out and drew a finger down my arm from my shoulder to my wrist. I trembled visibly from his touch and he looked into my eyes, his brown eyes deepening to almost black.
“Did you have any questions about the lifestyle?”
“No, I think I get it.” I felt goose-pimply all over just thinking about it.
“What did you think of the lady’s outfit?”
Lady, rather a loose term for the female in the book that got up to such antics it would make a madam blush.
“More importantly, what do you think?” I said, arching my eyebrows as I drew the silky blue gown up my leg to expose my white-lace-clad leg. I continued to pull my dress up ‘til the bare flesh above my stocking showed, hinted at my panties.
“Very, very nice. I take it you are ready to play, Sunday.”
“What would you have me do?” I bit my lip harder, thinking of all I had read that day. Where did I start?
“Tonight is going to be just about us,” he murmured. He took possession of my lips, his hard body pressed tightly against mine. He whispered against my cheek with his hot breath, “Tonight I just want you.”
That sounded sexy as hell.
The sound of the gown’s zipper being pulled down made my breath still and the material softly fell away from my body to pool on the marble floor, leaving me exposed in the outrageous costume from the book cover. A quick intake of his breath told me I had scored a home run.
“Too beautiful,” he murmured.
I looked into lust-darkened eyes and knew how he felt. Adam was too beautiful too.
My hands reached round his hardened torso and his chest crushed my breasts as I drew him toward me. I tingled with excitement and felt overwhelmed with a sense of being naughty as his hands ran up and down my spine.
My bra was jerked down to under my breasts, pushing them upward like an offering to the gods. He bent his dark head and sucked one greedy pink nipple into his mouth, pulling and lengthening it, sending delicious waves of pleasure to my pussy. My clit began to throb. He gave the same attention to the other nipple. I felt his insistent erection press against my groin. My legs trembled with the need to stand upright. I wanted to fuck this man. Badly.
And then he swooped me up into his arms and deposited me on top of the bed covers. My thighs fell open of their own accord as I lay back against the piled pillows. My vision darkened with pure lust and I watched his predatory nature emerge. His eyes locked on the sight of my pink pussy, partially visible through the transparent red panties.
“I want to shave you naked here.” He punctuated his remarks by cupping my pussy. My clit quivered.
His look was hot enough to melt metal and I found the courage to say, “Anytime, handsome. I want you naked against my skin.”
He pulled back to remove his own clothing. I watched as he shucked off his jacket and undid his shirt. Unbuckling his belt, he let his tuxedo pants and boxers fall to the floor. His erection burst free. I gasped aloud. He was massive and fully erect. Was this a bad time to say I was almost a virgin? Not by my own hands or a vibrator of course, but by a man’s.
“Are you protected?” he asked and I shook my head. A condom would be a must.
He nodded his understanding with a slight look of disappointment but he had to know. I would never jeopardize my future.
He came to me between my open thighs and pulled them farther apart with firm, commanding hands. He trailed kisses from my bellybutton to the top of my bikini panties and then took his fingers and pulled the panties off, exposing me. I arched off the bed as he drew a finger down my channel and then flicked my clit. The sensation sent desire sizzling thorough me. Instantly wet.
His finger continued to tease. He ran it up and down my channel, separating the slick folds and exposing the delicate entrance to my body. He dipped his head and sent his tongue diving into me and I screamed aloud. It was too much—I creamed while he greedily sucked the pussy juices from me. I wrapped my legs around his head, but he took possession of my thighs and pushed them far apart as he took full control over licking and kissing and sucking on my clit and then thrusting his tongue deep inside me. Pure. Fucking. Heaven. I came over and over. He had no mercy. Made my body give all it had to him.
He pulled back and I watched him don a condom, pulled it over his thick length. He was as wide at the base of his cock as at the end of his shaft. My heart thumped.
He used his hands to position my thighs back all the way to my chest, leaving me fully exposed. He began to push against my dripping-wet opening. His eyes widened as he hit my body’s natural barrier and he continued to ease through it after just a split-second’s hesitation
.
Inch by glorious inch he invaded my cunt. And still his cock continued its violation, until I was certain I could take no more. But my body craved this, wanted this, and I let him in all the way. Let him push his huge cock right to the hilt, his balls lying against my ass as he seated himself.
He gave me a moment. I was stretched fully beneath him.
He began the slow rhythm of the dance, pulling out along my tender channel and then reseating himself right to the hilt against my quivering, needy clit. His balls slapped my ass. With my legs pressed so tightly against my chest, I was totally exposed. Juices flowed from me. My head thrashed from side to side.
“That’s it, baby, give it all to me. Let me into that sweet, hungry little cunt. God, you’re so tight. So fucking wet.”
I obliged, slick perspiration allowing me to slide my hands down between us to pull my lips wider apart. The root of his cock was pressed tight against my pussy. My fingers circled my wide-open cunt, stretched beyond recognition. Swollen and hungry.
He began to speed up the rhythm. I gasped. The sensation of him hitting against the bottom of my cunt was primal. Each pulling out of his thick member caressed my clit and each thrust inside made his cock hit bottom again. How was such pleasure even possible the first time?
He gave a final thrust that pushed me almost past human endurance. His hot cum surged like lava through the condom and he collapsed onto my breasts, leaving us still joined at the groin. I followed him into orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through me. Sparks lit up my brain barely contained within my skull. It took my breath clear away. Even after coming, he did not shrink but filled me as he lay with his head against my chest. He took a nipple into his mouth and tugged firmly at it. My pussy clenched and throbbed. Who was more insatiable?
He looked me in the eyes as I lay exposed beneath him, my legs splayed on the bed cover. He ran a finger across my lips and I sucked it in, letting him know I was extremely interested. He got up on his haunches and eased off the condom, tying the end of the rubber and throwing it into the wastepaper basket by the bedside. He wiped the excess cum on a towel he’d pulled from the nightstand and got off the bed, tugging me along with him.
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