Pendelton Manor (10 page)

Sophie clung tightly to his hard thighs as he held her still for his onslaught, his control of her adding to her already aroused libido until she felt like she could explode in climax with just one small touch over her clit. When his cock went rigid in her mouth then filled her throat with his salty essence, she couldn’t keep from moaning around his shaft, of lapping up every drop that spurted out until she was sure he had spent his supply, her body aching with the effort it had taken to keep from rubbing her crotch against his leg to ease her ache. This had been about him, for him, and she figured she could wait until she got back to her room to find her own relief.

But when he finally loosened his hold on her face and she allowed his softened cock to slip with a plop from her mouth, her lips lingering before releasing him completely and then looked up into his face, it wasn’t the look of a sated man staring back down at her.

Adrian kept his palms around her face as he leaned down and slowly licked his semen from her lips before saying against them, “I warned you to leave, Sophie. Remember that.”

Pulling back, he grasped her arms and hauled her over his lap. Flipping up her night shirt, he shoved her panties to her knees and stared down at the pale perfection of her round, soft buttocks, their tempting nakedness making his cock rise to half mast, which just made him angrier with himself for his lack of control around this woman.

Palming her right cheek, his other arm hard across her back to keep her in place, he murmured, “You got turned on by watching Nora and Rachel getting spanked, didn’t you, Sophie?”

The indignity of her position and the mortification at having her ass so crudely exposed, swiftly paled in comparison to how his hand rubbing her buttocks increased her already tormenting arousal. If these incidents were going to continue, possibly escalate, she knew she had to be honest with both herself and him.

“Yes, it turned me on. I… I wondered how they could get any pleasure from the pain.”

Her honesty surprised him but didn’t put a dent in his self-directed anger or his need to make her pay for tempting him to stray from his sole purpose of the past year of finding Nicole’s lover. “I intend to show you.”

The first slap made her gasp, the pain slight and quickly gone, leaving behind tingling warmth. The next slap was harder, making her moan, and he waited while that sting abated and warmth spread across her buttock before landing the third in a different spot. His calculated pauses only increased her anxiety and by the fifth stroke, she was writhing on his lap, the building pain and heat spreading to her pussy, making her spasm with the surprising pleasure it wrought. Unconsciously, she started lifting for each swat, practically begging for it when he made her wait then rubbing her crotch against his thigh in an effort to seek relief.

Adrian rubbed her warm, red ass then dipped between her legs, not surprised to find her pussy dripping, her folds swollen with need. Just like that afternoon, she responded quickly, enthusiastically and unashamedly to this new experience. She might blush and shy away afterward, but during she was an amazingly responsive woman.

“You’re wet and swollen, Sophie,” he said as he caressed her lips and just barely grazed the slit into her sheath. “You like being spanked, like the pain and the heat and what it does to you.”

Sophie didn’t answer him, in fact, couldn’t formulate any semblance of a reply because he was right and because her total concentration was on his finger and the frustrating way he caressed her just enough to make her crave more. Shifting on his lap, she whimpered when her crotch rubbed against his hard thigh, the pressure making her pussy contract. Spreading her thighs further, cursing when her panties threatened to snap and it still wasn’t enough, she lifted her hips slightly in an effort to get him to penetrate her deeper.

Chuckling humorlessly, Adrian pulled away from her pussy and swatted her ass again leaving behind a large red imprint right in the middle. Sophie cried out but didn’t pull away or beg him to stop, but he had learned his lesson from Nicole only too well, and refused to push her too far despite his anger. A few more well aimed, hard slaps then he returned to her hot pussy and delved between her glistening folds to find her cunt as hot as her buttocks.

“You’re more than ready, aren’t you baby?” he crooned, his anger dwindling with the escalating need to see her come apart again. “Go over for me, Sophie. Now.”

Sophie was so grateful to finally feel him inside her again that she couldn’t do anything but obey. Grabbing his legs for leverage, she screamed as she exploded in climax, her body writhing on his lap despite his effort to hold her down, her pussy spasming around his fingers over and over until she collapsed in a boneless heap. He stroked her through each pulsing shudder, stayed inside her, his thumb memorizing her clit by tracing over it over and over until she came again, this one softer but going on longer until she begged for him to cease.

“Poor baby,” he said mockingly as he turned her until she was sitting on his lap, her bare ass against his slacks, her head lolling on his chest.

Who would have thought the humiliation of a bare assed spanking by her boss, at her age, would lead to such an awesome orgasm? Sophie’s ass and thighs still tingled with warmth, her buttocks throbbed with a dull ache and every time she shifted against his hard thighs, that ache intensified, the slight pain shooting down to her pussy, making it weep in need again.

After a few moments in which she tried desperately to catch her breath and regain control of her senses, Sophie finally looked up into his face, relieved to see some of the anger had drained away. He still had a dark, forbidding look about him, but she was quickly coming to realize that was his normal façade, whether due to the circumstances surrounding Nicole’s death or not she didn’t know.

“Why, Sophie? Why did you come in here and why didn’t you leave when I told you to?”

There was no remorse on his face for his actions, just simple curiosity about hers. Sophie sat up and tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his arm around her, refusing to let her go. Shifting on his legs made her uncomfortably aware of the soreness of her buttocks and how she had responded to that humiliating pain. Wanting to retreat to her room, she answered him honestly.

“I was in the kitchen when you and Adam came out of your office. I heard your argument, heard how you suspect him or Ash was responsible for your wife’s death. I also heard how that suspicion pained you. I just wanted to ease your grief for a short while, that’s all. I’m sorry if I overstepped your boundaries.”

“I have no boundaries, or very few, when it comes to sex. As for easing my grief, I’m afraid I mourn my actions more than I mourn Nicole, Sophie, something a blowjob can’t fix, not even temporarily. It’s not nearly the same as what you deal with every day with your loss.” Resting his palm on the picture of Emily on her shirt, he asked softly, “Your loss goes so much deeper, I wonder, who eases your pain?”

Sophie had learned within minutes of seeing her precious daughter for the first time the power of a mother’s love, so pure and unconditional that it was beyond devastating when you lost that child. Stiffening, she pushed off his lap as she swallowed the guilt of having failed to protect that child, even though rationally she knew she had done everything possible to save her. Oftentimes grief wasn’t rational and she didn’t want to talk about Emily tonight. “No one can ease my pain,” she answered stiffly. “Good night, Adrian.”

Only Adam and Ash were in the kitchen the next morning when she came downstairs and Sophie was grateful that Adrian had left for the office early. Surprisingly, she had little trouble getting to sleep last night after returning to her room. She didn’t regret going to Adrian, didn’t regret the pleasure she gave him and didn’t regret his retribution afterward. She now had first- hand knowledge of how the pain from a spanking could spike her climax, how the throbbing heat spread from her buttocks to her pussy and made her splinter apart with the ecstasy it induced. Yesterday, Adrian had been responsible for awakening the dormant sexuality of her body and the only thing she worried about was how to explore this newfound pleasurable escape from the everyday reality of her pain and loss, how to share her body without sharing any more of herself. This dysfunctional family and their friends were so open and easy to be around, with or without their clothes on, she knew getting involved with them could jeopardize her desire to keep herself free of attachments.

And Adrian, with his cold eyes and aloof demeanor, threatened her composure the most. It was more than seeing a kindred spirit who had suffered loss that drew her and while she had no intentions of letting herself love anyone again, she could easily come to care for this brooding man who had given her the two most awesome orgasms of her life.

Sophie shoved aside thoughts of Adrian and orgasms and picked up Sammy who was weaving around her legs begging for attention. “Good morning.” She smiled at the twins, marveling at their spitting image now that she saw them together for the first time. Thank goodness Adam’s chocolate eyes separated him from Ash’s sky blue ones, she thought as she imagined the jokes they could perpetrate on friends and family without that distinction.

“Hey, Sophie,” Adam greeted her. “How was your weekend?”

It was just an innocent inquiry, but Sophie could feel her face flame as she wondered how much of her weekend Adam knew about. “It was fine. How was yours?” she answered politely as she avoided looking at Ash.

“Good. I see Sammy finally found her way back to us and has latched onto you. That’s good. She’s really missed Nicole this past year.”

“Her death must have been hard on all of you.” Sophie set the cat down and moved to the pantry to get her food.

“Mostly Adrian, but more because of her betrayal than any deep feelings. She had successfully killed those by the time she died.” Ash stepped away from the cat as he rinsed his coffee cup in the sink. “Despite her perfidy, we’ve all been together a long time and we all miss her. Still, life goes on and I have to get on the road.” As he passed Sophie, he bent down and kissed her forehead, the brotherly gesture taking her by surprise. “I won’t be here for a few nights, so don’t plan on me when making dinner. Later, bro.”

“Later, Ash.” Adam scratched behind Sammy’s ears before saying, “I’ll be in my home office this morning, so feel free to ask if you need anything. Unlike Adrian, I don’t mind being pulled away from work, especially by a pretty woman.”

Sophie returned his flirtatious grin, thankful that both men were complete opposites of their cousin which reminded her that Adrian suspected one of them of sleeping with his wife and then having something to do with her death. The shared look of sorrow on both men’s faces when Nicole was mentioned made it hard for her to believe either one would do such a thing. Maybe Adrian was so blinded by the guilt eating at him for what he perceived as his part in her death, that he simply wasn’t seeing things straight.

And maybe, she thought ruefully, she better concentrate on her job and stay out of the whole affair.

She was doing just that a few hours later, laboring to haul the vacuum cleaner up the stairs, when the noise must have drawn Adam’s attention. Coming out of his office, he looked up the stairs where she had made it almost half way with the bulky machine.

“Why didn’t you come get me to help you?” Trotting up the stairs, he lifted the vacuum easily. “Come on, I’ll carry it the rest of the way. Adrian keeps saying he’ll buy another one to keep in the hall closet on the second floor, but never finds the time.”

“Thanks,” Sophie said gratefully as she followed him the rest of the way up. “I hope I didn’t disturb anything important that you were working on.”

“No, as a matter of fact, I’m grateful for the diversion. Accounting always makes my eyes cross after so long.” Adam set the cleaner down when they reached the second floor then turned to Sophie, finding her right behind him.

“Oops, sorry,” she mumbled as he bumped her back against the wall. There were no windows in the hallway and the night lights built into the walls don’t come on until nightfall. Why was she just now realizing how dark it was up here during the day?

“My fault, sweetheart.” Moving a step closer, Adam reached out and squeezed her shoulder, a gesture meant to be reassuring, but by the startled, wary look on her face, it seems she didn’t take it that way.

Uneasily, Sophie realized she was alone in this huge house with a man her boss suspected was capable of harming somebody they all cared about, a man willing to betray his cousin. Even though there was nothing threatening about his posture or gesture, she moved away from him with a nervous laugh.

“No problem. I better get to work.”

“Relax,” he said with a bite in his voice. “It’s not playtime and even if it were, I’d only want you to participate if you wanted to. Despite what Adrian’s insinuated, you’re safe with me.”

Sophie recalled Adrian saying those same words to her just yesterday and how they had made her relax. For some reason, Adam saying them didn’t have the same instantaneous effect.

“I’m sure I am,” she returned coolly, then regretted her feigned bravado when his eyes clouded with hurt.

“Adrian already has you believing that crap about one of us betraying him and being responsible for Nicole’s death.” His tone was lightly accusing despite the hurt that still showed in his eyes.

“I don’t know any of you enough to judge you, Adam. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression.”

“No, you don’t. I’ll be heading into town shortly. Leave the vacuum when you’re done. One of us will get it later.”

Sophie watched him turn and head back downstairs, torn between wanting to play it safe and let him go and wanting to erase the hurt she had caused him. “Adam,” she called out as she decided on something in between. When he stopped, turned and looked back up at her, she said sincerely, “Thank you for your help. I do appreciate it.” With just a silent nod, he returned downstairs and a few minutes later, she heard the front door open and close with his exit.