Adrianna's Undies (7 page)

Damn it. She hated that the arousal she’d managed to squelch a little with her anger in the car was already back, full force. Normally, she could sit and watch a girl strip without feeling as if she were going to leap out of her skin, but nothing about tonight was normal.

“Do you like redheads, Adrianna?” Tristan leaned over to ask with a lascivious expression.

“I suppose I like whatever you want me to like,” she replied, unable to keep the dryness from her voice.

He gave her a stern look of warning. “Right answer, wrong attitude,” he told her. “Time to start being a good girl or you’ll regret it.”

She detested
his
attitude at the moment too, but his words reminded her—again—that her company was on the line here. It was difficult to stay focused on that when she was angry, or worse, when she was trying to walk that fine line of pretending to submit while she kept her internal will strong. She needed some…guidance here. So she asked him an honest question. “What is it you want me to do exactly? I’ve never really done the submission thing before.”

“I think you know,” he told her. “I want a pleasant attitude, I want you eager to please me, I want you docile and obedient.”

Each word was like torture to her brain, and turned out he was right—she pretty much
had
known the answer. But maybe she’d hoped he’d reply in some other, easier-for-her-to-achieve way.

“Now,” he said, a bit more forcefully, “do you like redheads?”

Go along with this part
, she commanded herself.
You do like women, after all. And that’s all he wants to hear. So let him. Let him get turned-on by your attraction to girls. It doesn’t compromise your position here—it’s just being honest.

“I’m not really picky about hair color,” she told him, doing her best to sound cordial, pleasant. “As long as they’re pretty and have nice bodies, I can enjoy them.”

“Do you like big tits on a girl?”

“Yes. Doesn’t everybody?” An honest answer. To which he responded with his usual devilish smile.

“Do you like to kiss other girls’ breasts?”

“Of course.” But saying it, right now, was making her still more excited, which her body could ill afford.

“Do you like to rub your big, beautiful tits against another girl’s?”

Her pussy spasmed, and her answer came out more ragged, raspy, than intended. “Yes. Very much.”

“What else do you like to do with girls, Adrianna? Paint a picture in my mind.”

Adrianna drew in her breath and discovered it was challenging to breathe deeply. Because of the tight corset she wore—and because of the lust coursing through her so needfully right now. She was surely making a wet spot on the back of her dress.

“Everything,” she told him truthfully. “I like to writhe against them on a dance floor and feel our curves moving together. I like to peel their clothes off, bit by bit. I like to massage their breasts in my hands and twirl their nipples between my fingers. I like to lick their pussies, and sometimes I like to just rub our cunts together until we both come. Sometimes we use toys on each other, and I have a wide array of them. I’m particularly fond of fucking other girls with my strap-on.”

She’d watched the redheaded devil the entire time she’d spoken, the girl still using the stripper pole with great skill to allow glimpses of her body from every sumptuous angle, but now she brought her gaze back down to Tristan. His eyes glazed with a hard lust that only heightened her sensual suffering.

“I would love to watch you fuck another girl sometime, Adrianna.”

Hmm, Tristan watching her with another woman? Now
that
she could get into. “We have all night,” she reminded him.

“
Sometime
,” he reiterated. “Not tonight.”

“The offer expires at sunrise.”

Given the nonsubmissive nature of the comment, she was surprised when he grinned. “My loss then,” he assured her. “But not tonight. Tonight is for other things.”

Then let’s get to them already
, she wanted to say—but managed to hold it in.

Just then a pretty twenty-something blonde with fairly large, perky breasts strolled past in nothing but a pair of silver heels, her cunt shaved, her body flawless. Neither Tristan nor Adrianna acknowledged her, but when a young waitress in sparkly short shorts and a skimpy bikini top arrived to ask if they wanted drinks, Tristan instead asked her to fetch the blonde for a lap dance.

Adrianna’s breath hitched. He didn’t want to see her fuck another girl tonight, but maybe he wanted to see her get a lap dance. And God knew she needed one by now. If Tristan wasn’t going to touch her, she’d be more than happy for someone else to ease her suffering. And given the pleasure panties, it wouldn’t take much to reach orgasm—a nice, sexy lap dance from a pretty, naked girl should do the trick.

A moment later, the blonde returned with a smile. As she bent toward Tristan, Adrianna heard her say her name was Kelsey. They talked for a moment before Tristan passed the girl some money, which she tucked into her shoe, and then she lifted one knee over Tristan and eased into his lap.

Shit
! The lap dance was for
him
?

How dare he get her all worked up and just leave her hanging?

But this was even worse than that—because now she was watching this gorgeous girl writhe around on her man, which at once aroused her even more and at the same time made her…a little jealous.

Is that what she felt? Jealousy? No, couldn’t be. She’d dumped him, after all—a lifetime ago. And since coming back
into
her life, he’d done little to endear himself to her.

Maybe she was just jealous of
him
? For getting to feel all those soft, lush curves as the blonde gyrated against his crotch. She bit her lip, watching, wanting. Her cunt pulsed against the leather surrounding it as if it were trying to break free. God, the girl was beautiful, and Adrianna longed to be touched by her. At the moment, she wanted to join them somehow, make a lovely, naughty threesome of it—she knew only the animal urge to rub and kiss and touch and fuck, and it was all she could do to sit quietly in her chair, her body aching for attention.

Beneath the girl, Tristan appeared lost in lust, but did occasionally spare a glance for Adrianna. She wished like hell she could look disinterested but knew that was impossible. And she lacked the resolve to make herself look away. She was sorely tempted to finally just pleasure
herself
—she was not too shy to reach under her dress and stroke herself to climax here. In fact, right now, it would have excited her even more, the same way flashing the guys in the restaurant had.

Only—she knew better. If she did something like that without Tristan’s permission, he would be angry. And he could easily declare the game over, her the loser.

So she clenched her legs tight, trying hopelessly not to feel anything. She curled her fists taut around the chair’s armrests, digging her fingertips into the fabric. She willed her breasts to stop heaving, her pussy to stop throbbing.

And when the song ended, when she heard lovely, hot Kelsey say to Tristan, “Would you like me to give your girlfriend a special dance? I promise you’ll like it,” it felt like a magical gift to Adrianna, like someone offering to heal her somehow.

And when Tristan glanced over at her, she couldn’t hide her need, and even felt herself silently mouthing the words,
Please. I’ll be good
. Her stomach nearly imploded when she realized what she’d said, promised,
willingly
, but she couldn’t toil over it—she simply waited for his answer, desperate for pleasure.

Tristan looked back at Kelsey, who was rising smoothly off his lap. “Thank you, honey, but no.”

“No?” Adrianna snapped. “
No
?”

His handsome face went cold, hard. “Who’s the master here, Adrianna?”

Something in his harsh tone made her whole body jolt. “Y-You are.”

He calmed slightly. “Good girl.” But his voice remained just as threatening. “Now don’t ask for anything again—understand? Consider this your final warning. One more step out of line and Adrianna, Inc. is mine. It’s all up to you now. If you want to keep your company, submit to me. All the way. Be what you promised you’d be tonight. Be my naughty, submissive slave girl, Adrianna.”

You have no choice.

No matter how she looked at it, those were the words that kept passing through her head.

You have no choice but to be what he wants. Starting now.

She felt beaten. Exasperated. But as Tristan escorted her back out to the limo, his hand once again cupping her ass oh-so provocatively, she accepted it. She had to quit listening to her instincts, following her urges, saying the things she felt like saying, acting the way she felt like acting. She had to seriously pretend to submit now. She had to make him believe her. She had to be sweet, docile, subservient—all the things she normally was not.

But you can still do this without selling your soul. You just have to be a better actress than you’ve been so far.

Now she had to stay focused. On protecting her company. On pretending to be his sex slave, once and for all.

Back in the limo, instead of sitting in the seat perpendicular to her as he had so far, Tristan joined her on the wide seat spanning the back of the car.

As the limo took off, she started to wonder where they were going next—when Tristan shocked her by lifting his hand to her cheek, turning her face toward him. His green eyes sparkled on her; his lush mouth rested a mere inch from her own. Her heartbeat sped up.

“Are you going to do what I said, Adrianna?” he asked, his voice firm yet laced with understanding. “Are you going to be a good little girl from now on?”

“Yes.”

“I know this is hard on you,” he said, “but I also know you can do it if you try. You can give yourself over to me. Let me take charge. Of everything.”

She nodded, willing now. Because she had to be. She even said, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.” And somehow, for some reason, his expression—slightly surprised but very pleased—made her pussy surge with fresh moisture.

He gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. “Such a good girl,” he said. “You fucked up a little after we left the steakhouse, and again back there in the strip club. But since you’re being such a good girl right now, I want to show you that good little girls get rewards. Would you like that, Adrianna? A little reward?”

She had no idea what he was talking about, but she simply nodded anyway. Because yes, she wanted a reward, and because it was now officially her
job
to nod, to agree with him no matter what.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Of course, she knew from the restaurant that spreading her legs resulted in revealing her cunt given how short the dress was. And a glance forward told her that their cute driver was still using his rearview mirror to watch them through the open window. So be it.

Looking back to Tristan, yet keeping her eyes somewhat shaded as she supposed a submissive girl should, she bit her lip and parted her legs wide. Just as at the restaurant, a sensation of dirty delight skittered up her inner thighs.

Tristan looked down, so she did too. The black dress rose to her hips so that her open slit was fully visible—pink and wet.

“That’s so pretty, my naughty slave girl.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, then, for good measure added, “master.”

She could almost see the warmth cascade through him at the address. And to her utter surprise, it made
her
a little warm too.

That’s when Tristan leaned over to gently stroke his fingers through her cunt.

She let out a wild gasp at the so-desperately needed pleasure. She hadn’t expected that. And—oh God—it felt
so
good.

“Did you like that, little girl?”

She nodded vigorously. “
Yes
. Oh yes!”

“Do you want me to touch you some more?”

Another nod. “Please.”

“Tell me how it feels, Adrianna, as I touch you,” he said, then raked his fingers through her sensitive folds once more.

A hot sigh of pleasure left her, and in that moment, she would have given him anything he wanted to get more touches. “It feels like electricity sizzling through my body. So amazing. My pussy’s on fire. I’m so hot for you, Tristan.”

She lifted her gaze just enough to see the satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “That’s good, my little slave. Now,” he said, his voice warm, his face close to hers, “beg. Beg me to touch you. Beg me to make you come.”

Beg him
. Adrianna
never
begged—the rare exception being those occasional BDSM games in which she
chose
to play, and even then, she just wasn’t very good at this part.
But you have to be good at it now. He has to believe you
.

And in truth, it would be
real
, this begging. Because she needed his touch so badly. She’d do anything to get it. She had no choice—not only because of her corporation, but because she needed to climax as badly as she needed to breathe.

Her voice trembled when she began. “Please,” she said softly. “Please touch me…master. Please rub my pussy.”

Again, the warmth created by her acquiescence felt almost tangible. It emanated from him in the very way he breathed, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her. And
mmm
,
yes
, touch her he did, beginning to rub his fingers in rhythmic circles through her wetness. “Keep going,” he told her.

She started to say simply,
Make me come
. But then realized that sounded more like demanding than begging, so she edited her words before she spoke. “Please. Please make me come. Please keep touching me. It feels so good and…and…” What else? What else could she say? “I…want to please you, master. I want to be your slave. I want to come so hard for you and I want you to take pleasure from watching me. I want to be what
you
want me to be. I want to give myself over to you completely.”

And, oh God, that’s when the orgasm hit—hard, just like she’d said she wanted. It tore through her like a lightning strike, making her cry out, again and again, as the wild pulses vibrated through her almost violently. She held tight onto the seat on both sides of her as her pussy thrust at Tristan’s hand involuntarily now, seeking every last bit of stimulation, every last bit of pleasure it could.