Pendelton Manor (15 page)

Growing up in Arizona where storms like the one that had struck last night were rare and when they did get them, there was little to show that one had struck other than relief for the much needed moisture. As beautiful as the Pendelton property was, as well as the entire northeast coast, the clean-up from such a storm was as brutal as the weather itself. After a few hours of picking up limbs, raking leaves and sweeping off the walks and patios, they had a truck load full of debris to be dumped before they could tackle the front of the property. While Adrian and Adam went to unload the truck, Sophie made sandwiches and thought of the different side of her boss she had seen this morning.

The two cousins had broken up the tedium by casting disparaging, good natured remarks at each other, rehashed some wild adventures of their college days and laughing outright when Sophie turned crimson at some of their sexual exploits that they were only too happy to share with her. At one point, when Adam teased her about joining in with them, Sophie had tossed a handful of soggy leaves at him only to have him retaliate by tackling her and shoving some of those leaves down her shirt. Laughing, Sophie had scooted out from under him and glanced at Adrian to gauge his reaction to their play while she tried to shake the leaves out of her shirt. To her surprise, he had been smiling indulgently, a smile that was as warm and as welcome as the sun after a cold rain. Hopefully, that slight thaw on his part bode well for their future relationship whether they continued to have sex together or not. Now that he had awakened a hunger in her she hadn’t known she possessed, showed her depths of desire she didn’t know existed let alone in her, she was looking forward to exploring those depths further with him, but past experience had shown her his moods were unpredictable and she was careful not to read too much into that simple look.

Adrian downed the large sandwich Sophie had made gratefully when they returned. This morning he had dreaded the clean-up awaiting them as much as he had dreaded facing Sophie’s expectations after last night. But, again, she had surprised him by coming right out and saying she had no expectations, which had completely thrown him off his game all morning. Seeing how hard she worked alongside them without complaint, listening to her laugh even as she blushed crimson at some of their wilder, raunchier stories and watching her goof off with Adam had him imagining all the different ways he wanted to fuck her, and for the first time since he had seen her stumble through his front door and stand rooted in surprised fascination at the scene she had walked in on and felt himself instantly attracted, he didn’t resent that attraction.

Now that he knew Sophie didn’t expect any more from him than Nora or Rachel did, ignoring the nagging reminder of his instant irritation when she had assured him she had no desire to form any attachments, he was looking forward to later today and this evening when he could show her some more erotic pleasures she had obviously been missing out on. Maybe if he got some of this pent up sexual frustration out of the way, he could concentrate more clearly on rooting out Nicole’s lover.

As Adam drove off with the remainder of the clean-up efforts, Adrian’s arms wrapped around Sophie from behind and drew her back against him until her buttocks cushioned his hard cock. “This time I didn’t wait for you to back into me,” he murmured in her ear, his arms tightening as he felt her shiver.

Sophie was tired and chilly, especially since the sun was already making its descent and taking its meager warmth with it, but Adrian’s body felt warm, and hard, so hard her fatigue quickly fell away to be replaced by expectant arousal. “I’ve learned to look before I back up, so I’m glad you didn’t wait on me to make that mistake.”

“If I recall correctly, your moves weren’t a mistake at all. Come on. A nice hot shower will warm you up as well as clean you up.” Dropping his arms, he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.

Sophie followed him inside and down the hall, but when he passed the elevator and entered the solarium instead, she asked, “Where are we going? I thought I was getting a nice warm shower.”

Adrian threw a grin at her over his shoulder as he replied, “You are. But these showers are better equipped for what I have in mind.”

Sophie’s pulses leaped with excitement as well as a touch of trepidation. This house was filled with hidden bondage implements that, thus far, she had only observed. She had never been restrained in her life and wasn’t sure she wanted to be now. While she had enjoyed all her new sexual experiences over the past few weeks, including the shocking arousal she got from an erotic spanking, there were some lines she had no wish to cross.

Even though there were two separate bathrooms, each identical except for the one with urinals, neither entrance was designated for gender unless Adrian and his cousins were hosting one of their company parties. As Adrian led her into the nearest one, Sophie pulled on her hand. Instead of releasing her, he simply turned and raised an inquiring brow.

Looking into the large, open shower with its multitude of shower heads and the low marble bench long enough and wide enough to accommodate at least four people, she couldn’t make out anything that could be used to restrain someone which made her even more reluctant to get in there with him.

“Where are they?” she asked accusingly.

She was a smart one, Adrian thought as he gazed down into that wary face and accusing eyes. A little anxiety was good, he thought, but willing was essential. “I could play dumb and ask what you’re referring to, but you’ve been here long enough to see a lot of our camouflaged equipment, so I won’t insult either of us with pretense. Yes, there is a way to restrain you in the shower and yes I intend to use it. You have my word, Sophie, that I’ll release you whenever you want. All I ask is you give it a try. It’ll just be your hands and just briefly.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Sophie nodded, wondering if she was being a complete fool in trusting this man so much. If she didn’t want to feel his hard body filling hers again so badly, feel those orgasms he was so good at bringing on so badly, she’d simply decline politely and run upstairs to the privacy, and safety of her own shower. But right now, alone didn’t hold near the appeal that together did.

“Okay,” she agreed, the allure of easing the chill from the cool day and cleaning the grime from working outside all day in the muddy yard coupled with the way Adrian was looking at her out of those dark eyes too much to resist.

Adrian gripped her windblown hair and tilted her face up to meet his lips. Kissing her with ruthless intensity as he used his other hand to push her hips against his hard, straining erection, he showed her without words how much he wanted her. After endless seconds of devouring her plump lips and exploring the inner recesses of her warm, wet mouth, he released her and commanded, “Strip,” before turning towards the shower and turning on several nozzles.

His voice was pure intoxication and since his lips and the feel of his hard cock had left her mouth burning with fire, her nipples marble hard and her pussy spilling its cream, Sophie had no desire to ignore his command. Quickly stripping off her damp shirt and dirty jeans, she had to remind herself he had seen her naked the other day in the solarium, saw her riding that fake cock as she enjoyed the feel of Adam and Ash’s hands aiding in her arousal as she removed her bra and panties.

Adrian turned from the shower, the sight of her completely naked giving him a jolt. Last night he could barely see the shape of her body in the dark, but he vividly remembered the feel of every inch of her. Her breasts were slightly more than a handful and the temptation to pull one of those taut rosy nipples into his mouth again was almost too much to resist. Forcing himself to stay on the agenda he had mentally been preparing all day, Adrian put his hand on her ass and gave her a push into the now steam filled marble stall.

“Warm up a minute while I get undressed then I’ll warm you up.” Quickly stripping off his own dirty clothes, he stepped in behind her and once again wrapped his arms around her, only this time it was to feel his cock nestle between her naked cheeks, the feel of their plump softness folding around him almost enough to make him say to hell with his plan. Quickly, before his little head overruled his big head, he pressed a small button just inside the shower and listened to her gasp with surprise as a small compartment opened up above them, dropping down a rust proof chain with wide, terry cloth, and Velcro strapped ties attached on the end.

The feel of Adrian’s naked body blanketing hers from behind had momentarily distracted Sophie from his purpose, but as he took her wrists and slowly drew them over her head, her unease returned.

“Adrian,” she whispered shakily as he wrapped the soft terry cloth around both wrists, securing them snuggly with the Velcro strip, “I’m not so sure I want to do this.” With a tug, the chain retracted until he stopped it, her arms now stretched tautly above her, her body free to move around at will.

Turning her face towards his, Adrian cupped her chin and held her eyes with his. “When you’re absolutely positive you don’t want to stay restrained, let me know. In the meantime, I’ll give your body, and your mind, something else to think about.” Reaching up, Adrian adjusted two jet sprays until both were aimed on her body, one raining down on her from the neck down in front, the other covering her back and ass with its warm splash. Cupping her breasts, he rolled her distended tips between his fingers before kneading her soft flesh until she relaxed and, with a moan, leaned back against him trustingly.

Kissing her neck, he whispered, “Now that I have you relaxed, it’s time to show you the different ways water can add a little spice to your arousal.”

“I don’t need any more spice, Adrian; I just need you to fuck me.” Sophie had never been so outspoken when it came to sex, but she seemed to have learned a lot from watching the other couples and refused to shy away from voicing her needs, especially if it meant he would make her come sooner.

“Not yet, Sophie. First, I need to punish you for taunting me with this nice ass of yours all day.” He released her breasts and slowly glided them down her torso, around to her back and down to those cheeks that had been begging for the touch of his palm each time she bent over to pick up broken limbs or trash from the yard.

Sophie shuddered as he cupped her buttocks in his hands then kneaded those plump mounds while the warm water cascaded over her front and back, the soft spray hitting her sensitive flesh adding to her swiftly escalating senses. Sophie knew what was coming, ached for it, braced for it and yet, when the first slap landed, she still gasped aloud at the shock of instant pain induced arousal.

“That’s my girl,” Adrian chuckled as she pushed her ass back in a silent plea for more which he gladly gave her.

The next swat was harder, her reaction higher as she bit her lip against the consuming build- up of heated pain and throbbing pleasure. Over and over he slapped her ass, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard enough to have her gasping and moaning with the onslaught of pain induced pleasure building within her. His slaps on her wet skin felt sharper than the previous spankings, her skin more sensitive and tender from the water, her reaction deeper and faster until she was writhing in her bonds, her hips thrashing back and forth, meeting each swing of his arm before retreating as the painful connection made her automatically move out of reach only to willingly return for more.

The sight of her red buttocks, the sounds of her gasping moans and the knowledge of her acceptance of the pleasure she received from the pain all worked to spike his own arousal until he had to force himself to move on to the next step before he gave into the temptation to plunge into her now.

After rubbing the flesh he had just abused, Adrian moved around to face her, taking note of her glazed eyes, stiff nipples and hitched breathing. “I knew from the moment I set eyes on you that you’d be difficult to resist. I was right.” Taking her mouth in a hard kiss before she could respond, he kissed her until he could get himself back under control, forcing back the instant spurt of anger that filled him whenever he admitted to this unaccustomed need she brought out in him. After he was sure he had his emotions safely locked away where they belonged, he released her mouth and reached for the pump soap on the built in shelf behind him.

Lathering up his hands, Adrian ran them down her arched neck, took his time soaping up her breasts, rubbing his palms around her nipples before taking each peak between his sudsy fingers and rolling them around and around until she was writhing against her bonds, arching against his hands and moaning in arousal.

“There you go,” he said softly, letting his voice show her his approval.

As he pumped more soap into his palms and moved them down her waist, over her stomach and down her legs, Sophie found her hips automatically reaching for his hands, her body demanding more as her mind adjusted to the way being restrained was heightening her already out of control arousal until she was whimpering in frustration. Her buttocks had that delicious swollen feeling, the water sluicing over the burning skin eliciting tiny sparks of pain that speared straight down to her pussy.

“Adrian,” she pleaded as he moved back up her legs and cupped her pussy with one slick hand. “Please, touch me.”

“I am, just not the way you want, at least, not yet. Lift your leg onto the bench, Sophie.”

Why did she find that deep, commanding voice so arousing, she asked herself, as she did as he ordered without a qualm? But as he lathered up the tight curls shielding her folds then opened a new razor, she felt her body turn cold despite the warm steam rising from the sprays behind both her and him. “Uh, I don’t think so, Adrian.”

Making a move as if to lower her leg, Adrian quickly placed a broad palm on her thigh, halting her rejection. “If you want to play with me, you’ll do so with no barriers between us. Have I, or anyone else here, done anything you haven’t enjoyed?” he asked sternly.

“No,” she reluctantly admitted. “It’s just, you’re moving awfully fast. My previous sexual experiences were very limited. We’re talking missionary position only, Adrian,” she answered tartly despite the flush she felt stealing over her face.