“We need to shower,” he announced, dragging me reluctantly along behind him. I just wanted to stay in bed, have my way with him. But he was not to be diverted, even by my reaching for his cock that stood out so enticingly from his well-muscled body. He was a naked statue of a man, an Adonis, and my eyes could not get enough of the feast.
Adjusting the water temperature in the shower, he helped me in and then climbed in right behind me. It was sensual to have our naked bodies exposed to the sluicing water, my sensitive nipples reawakening from the sensation of water hitting and flowing off them. They jutted out even farther as I used my hands to push back my wet hair. The movement caused Adam’s eyes to smolder before he reached out hungrily, grasping the nipples between forefingers and thumbs and rolling them back and forth. He was merciless. He hit that fine line between pain and pleasure and I gasped aloud. His satisfied smirk said it all as he captured a nipple between his teeth, sucking long and hard on it, making me twitch and throb more intensely at the junction of my thighs. Using one hand, he held my wrists together over my head and sucked the other nipple, his erection pushing hard against my swollen slit. I was open and vulnerable. I let him have whatever he desired.
He let me go and took up the soft soap, squirted a dollop in his hands, then applied it to my body in caressing, ever-widening circles. Reaching my pussy, he massaged my folds and clit with his soapy hands and my body trembled with the sensation. I wanted him inside to rid me of the unwanted ache. He gave me no relief, pulling his hands away as I desperately tried to ride the wave that would offer sweet release from the agony.
“My turn,” I whispered hoarsely when I realized I would have to endure the throbbing.
“No, I want to shave you first.”
My eyes widened at the idea. Was he going to do that now? Apparently he was, because he pushed me down onto a built-in bench structure at one end of the tub and used his hands to spread my thighs wide apart.
“Stay like that, don’t move,” he commanded, then reached over and opened a drawer on the vanity and pulled out a package of razors. I froze in place as he applied a liberal dose of shaving cream all over my pussy, making it tingle with the cooling sensation. Picking up a razor, he applied it onto my mons and dragged it through the light-blonde curls, and then held it under the stream of water. Each pass of the razor brought him closer and closer to my outer lips. I tensed as he used his fingers to pull the lips apart and he carefully removed hair every last hair from them. It was scary. It was fucking erotic. His wide smile told me he could see the evidence pooling from me. He dragged out the experience and then when he was satisfied I had not one hair left anywhere announced, “I want you to see for yourself. How beautiful you are.”
Curious, I let him show me with a hand mirror. My pussy was swollen and reddened from his touch, open like the bud of a rose flower. The lips were pushed back, exposing my pink channel and my clit stood up at full attention. It was pretty.
“I want to shave you every night,” he said and I nodded in agreement. He was already shaved and trimmed and I appreciated the effort.
“Your turn,” I said, pushing away the hand mirror and getting up. I picked up the body wash and filled my hands with it and then applied it to his chest, massaging in large circles down his ripped muscles all the way to his groin. His cock immediately took an interest but I ignored it and continued down his strong thighs planted so firmly on the shower floor.
I slipped to my knees and washed him all the way down his calves. He groaned as he watched me kneeling at his feet and his hands grabbed at my hair, firmly pulling me in toward his cock. I took pity and applied my soapy hands to his throbbing member. He gasped aloud. I massaged the slit at the plush tip and then fondled his length in firm strokes to the wide base. How had I taken him inside me? He was huge, a marvel of engineering.
“Rinse, please,” I encouraged him and used the palm of my hands to help the flowing water remove all traces of lather before dropping back to my knees and kissing the satiny skin. I looked up at him to see into his eyes and saw pure lust spark back to life. His hands fisted in my hair and he drew me toward him. I licked down the shaft, back and forth and then opened my mouth more fully and drew the head in. He moaned in response. I began to move up and down the shaft, sucking his hugeness in as far as I was able and then sliding back to the head.
The rhythm picked up as took control, thrusting harder and harder into my mouth. My throat opened up and I let the head slide down farther until I felt his tight balls against my chin with each powerful thrust. My gag reflex was controllable. I delighted in the knowledge. A few more full thrusts and his cock unleased cum into the back of my throat. I swallowed every last drop, reveling in the power of being able to do it.
I pulled back and looked back up into his eyes that had softened to warm chocolate.
“Where did you learn that?” he asked in wonder and I smiled a small smile of mystery. Some things are best kept to yourself. I just shook my head and he helped me back up, pulling me tightly to his chest in the process.
“You are amazing, Sunday. You get an A-plus in blowjobs.”
“I should hope so,” I quipped back and he leaned down and kissed me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as if he wanted proof of my ability. Dirty. And perfect.
We got out and toweled off. Picking up a wide-toothed comb, he had me sit on a stool and he untangled my hair until the comb slid through. Switching to a diffuser, he dried my hair, seeming to take an interest in having it come out smooth and shiny. It took a full fifteen minutes but I was the lucky recipient of the view of his naked body as he worked around my head. Adam was powerful. Unlike any man I had ever met. My mind drifted as he worked and I imagined him inside me again. A week of pure heaven awaited me and I was not going to waste one fantastic moment of it.
It was a long time before we slept—Adam was commanding in bed. He awakened every cell, every sense, until my body felt no longer my own, but in a good way. I had long denied myself any pleasure, too busy working and saving money, I guess.
I have a powerful drive inside, a drive I don’t always understand. It’s a drive that keeps me out of step with my own generation. And sometimes it scares me. I knew part if it was I was running away from facing my fears of abandonment. Watching my mother turn bitter and jaded, watching her take out her frustration on Sara and me, the screaming matches, the verbal put-downs when we didn’t measure up to her expectations. And worst of all, the drinking, and cleaning her up afterword. Her excuse was she had given up so much to have us. Her dreams, her life and her perfect figure. It was her constant mantra.
We were blamed for all of it and being the oldest I took the brunt of it. It made me want a life I could control. Until now. Why did my body so enjoy Adam being in control? That I could not fathom. But when I was with him, I felt a new sensation, a sense of being safe. I could not reconcile it with what I knew of relationships. It made me uneasy, but also made me yearn for something more.
I gave up pondering and turned to spoon with Adam as he reached for me once more in the night, his arms closing around me and snuggling me close. I slid up tight against him, our bodies a perfect fit.
Chapter Six
Morning found me waking up alone. A note on the pillow softened the blow. Gone for a workout. Join me if you wake before six thirty. Thanks for an amazing night I will never forget. A.
Neither would I. I glanced at the clock. Too late to join him for exercise but in time for breakfast. I was starved from my night’s adventures and flew through my morning routine, arriving in the dining room at one minute to seven.
Adam gave me a wide, satisfied smile of a greeting as he caught sight of me, getting up from his chair and crushing me in his arms. He kissed me tenderly, only pulling away when he heard the dining room door swing open behind us.
“Good morning, Sunday.” Martha’s voice rang out as she came up to the table and set down her tray. She placed the items neatly onto the table top. “I trust you slept wel
l, dear?” she inquired. My lips still burned from his kiss and, as I sat down as demurely as possible, I noted I was tender between my thighs. No surprise. I had lost count of the times we made love.
“Yes, thank you. Very well indeed.”
Adam smiled his smug smile of understanding. I had not slept much as he well knew. His appetites were insatiable. I ached just thinking of the night before and the night ahead and all the new things he’d promised me if I wanted to visit the dungeon. Did I? Vanilla sex with Adam was plenty satisfying. Nothing vanilla about it, in my opinion. My newly shaved pussy wholeheartedly agreed.
“Would you like to visit the office today, Sunday?” he asked, looking up and giving me a questioning look as he hovered over my plate with the dish of hot, steaming pancakes. I nodded and he put a couple on my plate before serving himself. Not normally a pancake eater, but after my extreme workout I was down a few thousand carbs.
He added butter and syrup and then a side helping of eggs. Martha had gone back into the kitchen and we had the privacy I craved.
“Eat, you must be famished and I want you to keep up your strength for all the activities I’ve planned for this evening.” He punctuated his remarks with a full leer and I swallowed hard. Was it the dungeon tonight?
“That is, if you still want to play?” he asked in a low, dangerous tone and I swallowed hard.
I nodded. Not totally certain, but curious as hell.
“Don’t forget we have that safe word so that you can bring things to a halt at any time. Simple as saying ‘stop’.”
I nodded again.
“I want you to enjoy your first experience and I’m hoping it will just be the first of many, Sunday. Do you have any fantasies? You know, wanting to play at being a slave girl or a hooker?”
My eyes widened at the idea. A sex fantasy? In fact I did have one that I played over and over in my mind as I brought myself to orgasm. I was tied up, my arms and legs splayed, letting the shadowy figure in my dream do whatever he wanted to my vulnerable, fully exposed body. Blindfolded, I was at his mercy as he forced me to submit to his every whim. And when I didn’t give enough, he punished me with a spanking that pushed me over the top. It always got me to orgasm in record time.
He knew I was thinking of a scenario. “Spill it,” he commanded.
“No, it’s too intimate.”
“After all we’ve shared?” he scoffed.
I blushed right to the roots of my hair that I’d pulled back into a ponytail today. I planned on exercise at some point though I’d put on one of my spectacular day outfits. Long slinky red top and tight-fitting black pants with a short suede beige jacket. Strong. Sexy. And beautiful.
“Okay, then write it down for me and sent it as an attachment before five o’clock to my private email account. Don’t let me down,” he warned.
He’d keyed in the number on my phone hours earlier so I had no excuse.
“I think I can manage,” I joked, giving him a sly smile. I hadn’t had this much fun. Ever.
“Would you like to join me? I can have you driven home whenever you like,” Adam said as he got up from the table.
“Sure. I would love to see where you work.” This was easy to agree to. I wanted to see Adam in his own element and how he interacted with his employees. I wanted to know more about him as our time together would be ephemeral and I wanted to fit in everything possible before we parted company. I ignored the pang of anguish that idea caused and walked with him out the front door to his waiting limo.
Soon we were driving down the hill, leaving the gated community and heading into Los Angeles. Adam threaded his fingers through mine and gave my hand a squeeze. The vital connection between us hummed throughout my body. Did he feel it too?
“I want to take you to lunch but I doubt I will have time today. A lot of the business is hinging on some heavy-duty lifting on my part right now.”
“You’ll win them all over, Adam, I have no doubt.” He was such a master of his environment, how could he not succeed?
“You’re good for my ego. Thank you for coming into my life.”
Humble words. They touched my heart. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. Sweet. Where was a good bed when you needed it?
“Tonight, I’ll have you all to myself,” he promised. “And I want that fantasy on my desk ASAP. I’ll always make time for you, Sunday.”
I shivered with anticipation, knowing just writing it down would be sinful and thrilling and a whole lot of fun.
The car came to a stop too soon and I was jolted back to reality. The driver opened out door and we left the cocoon of the scrumptious limo.
I looked up at the impressive building that housed the offices of Drake Technologies along with other similar businesses. There was nothing discreet about it being a powerhouse. The massive structure of steel and glass reeked of money as it shot up like a comet right to the stars. How many floors did Adam’s business take up?
We made our way into the reception lobby that was really an atrium filled with greenery and lush flowers. This must be due to Adam’s input. He loved being at one with nature. I was remembering the conservatory I could not get enough of visiting. I also planned on reading more as I still had a lot I wanted to learn. That brought a smile.
“Ah, Jessica, I’ve promised Sunday a tour of our business area. Would you be so kind as to assist her?”
Oh just shoot me. Adam’s assistant.
She shot me a glance that said, likewise.
“Sunday, nice to see you. Adam, things are heating up this morning. Perhaps it would be best if Sunday was escorted by someone who has a little more time.”
Please. Seeing Jessica brought back musings about Allison I thought I’d managed to set aside. I bit my lip, thinking of how the unknowns involving her could derail any hopes of having Adam all to myself for the rest of the week.
“Of course. How thoughtless of me. I’ll take Sunday around,” he countered. That idea didn’t sit well at all with Jessica. She’d hoped to lose me in the fray. I had to admire her loyalty to her friend, as annoying as it was.
“Please, an intern would do just fine. I don’t want to impose on you. I’m too aware of all that you have to accomplish and I don’t want you to need to stay late at the office on my account. I want us to have time together later.” Let Jessica make of that what she will.
“If you’re certain, Sunday? It’s no trouble.”
But I could see it was the right choice from the slight flicker of relief. I got it. Life is very busy and almost unmanageable at times. I did not think any less of him. I was made of the same stuff.
“Susanna Wilcox could be easily freed up to show her around,” Jessica suggested.
Adam nodded and kissed my cheek. “Meet me in my office at eleven, Sunday.”
“Looking forward to it,” I said and watched him walk over to the bank of elevators and vanish inside.
“I’ll call Susanna,” Jessica said. She pressed a number on her cell phone. “You can wait over there.” She pointed with one long red fingernail at the bank of visitors’ chairs by the window, her pretty face almost managing to hide her chagrin.
It suited me just fine.
I nodded politely and walked away without replying and sat down on one of the plush chairs. I gazed out the window at the passersby scurrying to get to work on time. Their actions made me think of Julie. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, hoping to catch her before she took off for the day.
“Sunday! How are you, girlfriend?”
“Good, really good as it happens.” That was the complete truth. I’d had an amazing night and my world was colored rainbow-bright this morning.
“Where are you calling from?” she asked.
“Drake Technologies. I’m going to be getting a tour by an intern in a few minutes.”
“Lucky you. I’m off to study. I got an extension on that research paper for psychology and I’ve got to finish it this week or I may lose credit.” She gr
oaned aloud for emphasis.
“Need any help? I could proofread it if you like. I can find the time. I’m not that busy during the day.”
“Would you? Thanks, you’re such a whiz at the course. Professor Jordon loves you!”
“Hardly. Just email it to me. Is everything else okay?” I asked, carefully listening to her tone, but her cheerful answer reassured me.
“You bet. I stuffed myself on an omelet this morning to make sure my brain is in gear for a marathon session today, so quit worrying. I’m fine.”
“Good. Catch you later.”
“Sure.”
We rang off and I was busy checking my messages when I heard the click of high heels on the floor coming closer.
“Miss Stark?”
I looked up and she continued, “I’m Susanna Wilcox. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Please, call me Sunday. Nice to meet you too.” I took in her smiling face. It was an attractive face with bright green eyes and brown hair styled in a mass of flowing waves. She appeared surrounded with an aura of kinetic energy. I immediately liked her.
“I’m here to give you a tour of the building,” she announced unnecessarily, which was only the first of many unnecessary words on the tour that lasted upward of an hour. Her small body could hardly contain her enthusiasm for interning at Drake Technologies and it was quite charming. I discovered the tech business had its sights on international security as its main focus and took up three floors of the massive structure.
“Well, that’s all there is I can show you. Would you like something to drink?” she asked as the tour came to an end at the lunchroom door. We’d not visited Adam’s office but I had not expected to. I imagined he was not normally part of any tour though my guide had pointed out the closed door of his corner office.
“Sure. A cup of coffee with cream would be nice. Thanks.”
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