Fifty Days of Sin (15 page)

Presently Mum goes through to
the kitchen to check on the roast, and shortly afterwards she calls
Dad through to carve the beef. Alone together, I turn to Adam.
“Okay?” I check with him.

“Fine,” he smiles. “Hungry. That
beef smells amazing.”

“Me too, I’m starving. I think
they’ve bought a rib especially for you,” I confide. “You should
count yourself lucky. They usually serve me brisket.”

“I’m honoured,” he laughs. Then
he loses his smile, and his face turns serious. “I suppose you
think because you’re in your parents house I’m going to go easy on
you tonight,” he says in a low voice.

I glance at the
door, reassured that it’s shut. “You can’t do anything kinky to
me
here
,” I reply,
anxious. “Adam, please tell me you don’t have anything like that in
mind. Our bedroom’s just across from Mum and Dad.”

“You’ll just have to see, won’t
you?” he replies, a wicked glint in his eye.

“Adam, you’d better not,” I warn
him. “Seriously, I mean it.”

“Don’t worry,” he smiles, but
I’m not very reassured. “I won’t be making any noise. So it’s up to
you to make sure you don’t either.”

Just then Mum calls us through
to lunch, and Adam follows me through to the dining room. The table
is laden with a huge serving platter of beef surrounded by potatoes
and Yorkshire pudding, alongside several dishes of vegetables and a
steaming jug of rich gravy.

A couple of minutes ago I
couldn’t wait for Mum’s roast. But now I think I might struggle to
eat a decent plateful. Adam’s promise – or threat – for tonight
seems to have ruined my appetite.

******

“ALONE AT LAST,” SAYS ADAM AS he
shuts the bedroom door behind him.

We’re in my old bedroom. Luckily
it’s not how it used to look when I was a teenager - that old
poster of the classic Guns’N’Roses album Appetite for Destruction
would look a little incongruous now. Mum redecorated after I
graduated and became settled in Oxford, turning it into a nice
guest bedroom. They replaced my old single bed with a double one,
so there’s not much space now, but there’s enough room for someone
who’s just staying for a night or two.

I sit down on the bed and unzip
the holdall I brought, containing my overnight things, and pull out
my nightdress. Then Adam sits next to me.

“I’m don’t think you’ll be
needing that,” he tells me, and then his arms are around me,
drawing me in for a kiss.

“Hmm,” I pull
away. “I think if I have to get up and go to the bathroom in the
night, I ought to wear
something
. I don’t want to give Dad a
shock.”

“Well, you certainly don’t need
it now.” He kisses me again, slowly and languorously, and I feel a
thrill of pleasure course through my body. I’m on tenterhooks
waiting to see what he’s got planned for tonight.

Adam caresses my hair gently as
we kiss, then lets his hand travel down in a leisurely fashion
until it rests on my breast. I’m touching his chest, feeling the
firm muscles through the fabric of his shirt, and I arch my body
further towards him as he unfastens one of the buttons of my blouse
and pushes his hand inside the cup of my bra, stroking my hardening
nipple.

Then he starts to kiss my neck,
moving up to gently nip my earlobe and then down past my
collarbone, and his mouth fastens around my nipple, licking it
sensually, and although he hasn’t touched me down there, I feel my
clitoris tingling already. He looks up at me, his hand still
touching my breast.

“This is unusual,” I murmur. “No
instructions. No commands.”

“Is that what you want?”

“It might make a nice change,
just for tonight,” I tell him. And then I reach for his buttons and
undo them one by one, baring the flesh of his chest and stroking it
again, skin on skin. I’m sure I’ll never get enough of touching
Adam’s body.

I push the shirt off his
shoulders, and then start to work on his belt buckle. I’m fumbling
and not making very rapid progress, so he stands and takes off his
socks and then his trousers. I can see his erection standing proud
through his boxer shorts.

Then he removes my blouse and I
stand up to pull off my skinny jeans. I sit down again next to him,
dressed only in a pink balconette bra and matching thong.

“These are nice,” he says,
trailing a finger down from the cup of my bra to the silky material
of the thong.

“And this is nice too,” I reply,
reaching out to touch his erection. I love the feel of his hardness
under my hand. I reach for the sides of his boxer shorts and he
helps me pull them off. “Adam, I want you inside me,” I tell him. I
push him backwards towards the bed. He doesn’t resist, letting me
guide him onto his back. And then I’m on top of him, straddling
him.

“Oh, bugger,” I exclaim, and
climb off.

“That was a bit disappointing,”
he says, looking bemused. “Are we finished?”

“No, I just need to find a
condom.” I find the sponge bag on the floor by the bed and dig one
out, then get back on top of Adam, kneeling over his legs, smiling
and brandishing it. “Hey presto.”

But I keep the condom ready in
my fist as I lean down to kiss him. As our mouths lock together, he
reaches around my back and unfastens my bra. His hand moves to my
left breast and kneads it firmly, stimulating my nipple as he does
so with his thumb. His other hand strays down to the tiny fabric of
the thong between my legs. Remembering to be quiet, I make sure I
don’t moan.

I pull back and look at his
completely beautiful face, his grey eyes dark with arousal now as
he keeps on touching my sex through my underwear. I pull off the
pink bra and throw it on the floor.

As he caresses me intimately,
our eyes are locked and his gaze is full of erotic promise. He
pushes the thong to one side and easily slides his finger inside me
where I’m already wet for him. I let him move in and out of me for
a minute, savouring the sensation, and then I kneel up, moving away
further down the bed and I lean over him, kissing his tummy just
below the navel. I hear him give a faint sigh.

Then I move down, snaking down
his body with my tongue, and start to kiss his big, hard erection.
I lick around the shaft in a figure of eight, and at the top I push
the tip of my tongue up to the top, tasting a tiny bead of salty
liquid that’s already formed there in anticipation of the pleasure
I’m going to give him.

I carry on in the same way,
teasing round and round with my tongue, until at the apex of the
figure of eight I take him into my mouth, then release him, teasing
and licking some more. Now each time, I take him a little further
inside, then let him go again, licking the same way over and over
again, until finally I decide that I’ve teased him enough and I
take him fully into my mouth.

He’s big and hard and I take him
deep inside, still making my tongue work while I suck and move,
faster now and deeper. The rhythm builds and I can feel him thicken
inside my mouth.

Suddenly I release him and move
quickly up his body, straddling him, and tear open the condom
packet, rolling it onto his full length. Oh, how I love the feel of
his erection. He reaches out for my thong with his hands, pushing
it to one side and positioning me over him so that I can sink down
onto him, desperately turned on by the arousal I can see in his
face. I sigh as I feel him fill me completely and I start to move
on top of him.

I keep it gentle at first,
pushing all the way down each time as I savour the feeling of deep
penetration. “Oh, Justine, that’s good,” he says and I smile,
exulting in my power as I control the pace.

But my excitement quickly
builds, and I start to move faster up and down his shaft. I lean
down again to kiss him hard as I start to edge towards climax. Our
tongues lock and now he’s touching my breasts, and as I support
myself with one hand I use the other to feel the wonderful hardness
of the muscles on his chest. As we move together, nothing in the
world matters except our union and I lose myself in the feeling of
Adam inside me. I sit back and he grips my hips and takes control,
forcing the pace as he thrusts inside me hard from underneath and I
grind down onto him, my pleasure building and building. I lean back
and hold onto his legs with my hands, arching my body and he moves
one hand to touch my clitoris. The light touch of his finger is
enough to send me spiralling out of control and I moan softly,
quietly as we come together, shuddering with pleasure as I climax.
I open my eyes to look at him and see his face contorted with
ecstasy.

I lean down and kiss him, and he
holds me, still inside me. Then I climb off and lie next to him on
the tangled bedcovers.

“That’s how I used to have sex,”
I smile at him. “Before you corrupted me with your wicked
ways.”

I see him frown a little. “I
thought you’d already tried being dominated?” he queries.

“Well, yes, but I only dabbled
in it before,” I tell him. “It’s all been a bit more hardcore with
you.”

“And do you like hardcore?”

“Yes, I rather think I do.”

His smile returns, and he
reaches for the tissues on the bedside table to wrap the condom in
as he removes it. “Thoughtful of your parents,” he grins. “Thought
there’d be something to mop up, evidently. It seems they know all
about what kind of woman you are.”

I stick out my tongue at him.
“Or perhaps they just thought one of us might need to blow our
nose.”

He lies down again and strokes
my hair. “You seemed to like teasing me, earlier,” he notes.

I smile, remembering how I kept
tantalising him with my tongue and then how I took my mouth away
just as he was nearing his climax. “I thought you deserved that,
after all you’ve done to me.”

“Oh, really? I’ll remember
that,” he promises, and I feel a little frisson of excitement at
his darkening look.

“Are you impressed that I
remembered to keep quiet?” I ask him.

“Oh, that’s not what I was
talking about earlier,” he announces, and suddenly sits up. He
leans over the side of the bed and I hear him undo the zip on his
bag. I watch him turn to me with a wicked look, another collection
of scarves in his hand. “You didn’t think you were getting off that
lightly, did you?”

I just look at him, heart
thumping.

“Give me one of your wrists.” I
obediently put out my left hand and he ties a scarf around it. “Lie
down.” Once I’m on my back on the bed he ties me to the wooden
bedpost, then does the same with my right wrist.

He stands back and looks at his
handiwork. “There’s something wrong with this picture,” he
comments. And then he roughly yanks my thong down and pulls it down
and off me. My chest is rising and falling rapidly as I watch and
wait.

“Now, what shall we do with
Justine?” he muses, his expression wolfish. He sits down on the
bottom of the bed. “More restraints first, I think,” he continues
and then he deftly binds both my ankles with two more scarves,
firmly tying the ends to the foot of the bed.

“Very nice,” he says, standing
back and admiring the effect. My mouth is dry with nerves now and I
lick my lips in an attempt to wet them, as I lie naked and
spread-eagled on the bed at Adam’s mercy. And I’m feeling
dreadfully conscious that my unsuspecting parents are just across
the landing, hopefully asleep.

Very tenderly, Adam starts to
touch my tethered body, using his skilled fingers to tease my
nipples until they stand proud and erect. He leans over and kisses
my left breast, sucking on the tender flesh of my nipple and
licking with the soft tip of his tongue. His hand travels down to
stroke my lower belly, then, releasing my breast, he runs his
fingers along the curve of my hip and down my thigh.

Moving inwards, he strokes my
inner thigh, sending ripples coursing through my body to my sex,
completely exposed to his sight while I’m restrained in this
position. I’m already wet from earlier, but I can feel more juices
forming in between my legs as Adam touches and caresses me. I look
up at him, in control once more, intent on his task of teasing the
maximum pleasure from my submissive body. He looks so sexy, so
powerful. I am mesmerised.

With both hands now, he works
his way slowly round and round in circles on my parted thighs, so
close to where I want him to touch but not close enough. Then he
brushes the lips of my sex with one of his fingers and I writhe
underneath his touch.

Immediately, he moves his focus
and starts to fondle my breasts again. Sighing in frustration, I
watch him as he toys with both my nipples, circling the aureolae
with his fingers and using his thumbs to tease the tips. My
clitoris is aching with need as he leans over and licks my nipple
again, then, still caressing one breast with his hand, he moves his
mouth down, licking delicately all the way down my body, but then
frustratingly over to one side, down my hip and then tickling my
inner thigh with his tongue.

I am longing now for him to
touch me more intimately, and then he moves, and suddenly I feel
his tongue make contact with my sex, tasting me. I push my hips up
and moan softly. He continues to lick gently and I writhe under the
sensation, my little bud, just a fraction away from his tongue,
still throbbing with need. I gasp as he licks upwards and hits the
very spot where I desperately want the touch of his tongue, but
then sigh again as he takes it away and kisses my sex again. It’s
pleasurable, yes, but I’m desperate for the feel of him on my
clitoris. I pull at my restraints but he’s tied them too tight for
me to move.

Then he moves again, slowly
travelling back up my body to kiss one of my nipples. His hand
touches my thigh and he starts to intermittently brush between my
legs with his finger: first my sex, then my clitoris, sending waves
of pleasure through me, delicious but all too brief.