SummerSins (5 page)

Emma was an adult and she could have a casual sexual
relationship if she wanted. Even though she’d just met him, Carter and Cynthia
said he was a great guy and they’d known him for a long time. Jake, her
boyfriend, had been gone for a year. She should be ready to date again, but had
she put Jake’s accident behind her? Cynthia assured her that Adrian didn’t ride
motorcycles.

When they’d sat down in the booth she realized how out of
sync she was when it came to dating. For someone as outspoken as she was, she
couldn’t think of a thing to say. The lighting was dim. They had a table next
to a window, looking out on the Intracoastal. Boats of various sizes glided up
and down the water. “This is a beautiful place.”

“Glad you like it. Food is excellent.”

During dinner the conversation was light. He asked her about
her family—two sisters and parents living in South Carolina. Adrian’s family
lived in Arizona. He used to hike, backpack and go whitewater rafting, but his
education had interfered with his personal life for so long.

“You need to start a bucket list,” Emma suggested. “Make a
list of fun, exciting things you want to do, places you want to see and start doing
them. Your patients are important, but don’t let life pass you by.”

He considered that for a while. “You’re right. Cynthia has
been telling me the same thing. I just haven’t heard it. I’ve been so focused
about getting on staff.”

He was intelligent, kind and normal. This was like a real
date. He’d forgotten how to have fun. Emma could teach him and he could teach
her about his world. “Sometimes you need to let go and enjoy what’s out there.”

He smiled and the lustful look in his eyes bored through
her. “I think Cynthia and Carter made a good call.”

“Me too.” She breathed a little easier. A self-satisfied
grin surged through her. She wanted him. Focusing her gaze on his full mouth,
she decided he knew how to kiss well and how to pleasure a woman. And whatever
he did at that club he did well. She could imagine a lot. The more she thought
about that, the hornier she got. “And to think two swingers had the insight to
fix us up.”

“Hmmm. Imagine that.” The man didn’t blink when she
mentioned swingers. Cool, calm, the hardened nerves of a neurosurgeon. Blue
eyes, shaded by his dark brows, studied her and her pulse quickened.

Outside a summer rain pelted the windows. Lightning flashed
across the sky and thunder rattled the windows. “I guess we’ll be staying here
for a while until the storm passes.”

“I’ll order dessert and coffee,” he said. “But I have a
task.” He slid a white paper bag across the table. Was this her test?

“What’s this?”

“Don’t open the bag. Go to the ladies’ room. You’ll know
what to do. Then come back here.”

She smiled, her body suddenly tingly. What did he have in
mind? When she got into the ladies’ room she looked inside the bag. There was a
large dildo in new packaging, a pack of hand wipes and a small bottle of K-Y
jelly.
Fuck.
He has to be kidding. Here?
At least she didn’t have
to clean the damn thing in the sink.

She went into one of the stalls and lifted her dress. Then
she cleaned the dildo, coated it with K-Y and attempted to slide it into her
pussy. She was tight and had a hard time slipping it in. What if she couldn’t
get it in far enough?
Relax, I can do this.
Focusing on Adrian’s erotic
touch the night before, Emma slowly responded and opened to the large cock. She
got most of it in, but not all.

Smoothing her dress back down, she took a practice step
forward and the dildo slipped.
Crap.
How was she supposed to walk back
to the table without the thing falling out in the middle of the dining room? He
told her not to wear underwear, now she knew why. She scowled. Making another
adjustment to the Latex cock, she stuffed the supplies in the bag and stepped
out of the stall. After washing her hands, she left the ladies’ room, walking
in tiny steps, with her thighs pressed firmly together.

From across the room, Adrian fixed his gaze on her. His
mouth twitched in a slight smile. When she got to the table, she sat down
slowly since the dildo made sitting difficult. “What are we having for desert?”
she asked.

He laughed low and sexy. “I suppose you followed my
instructions. How does it feel?”

“Strange. I was afraid it would fall out, but I managed.”
The waitress brought chocolate mousse and coffee. “Oh, that looks delicious.”

“Yes, it does.” He smiled at Emma. “After dessert I have one
more test.”

“More tests?” She glared at him. He was pushing it. Taking a
mouthful of the mousse, he ate it slowly and her stomach tightened. Everything
this man did was sensual. “Let’s have at it with the next test.”

“Eat your dessert first.”

She took a sensual bite of her chocolate and licked the
spoon. She grinned impishly. She could play too. Without taking his gaze off
her, he sipped his coffee. When they were finished he pulled out another bag.
“Next test. Open this here.”

She took the bag and took out a portable electric
toothbrush. “Okay. I give up.”

“Put your jacket over your lap, use the back of the
toothbrush head, not the bristles, to make yourself come.”

“No way. Not in front of all these people.”

“We’re in a booth, it’s dark and there’s enough noise to
mask the sound of the toothbrush. I’ll also be watching in case anyone
approaches the table. You’re safe.”

She wasn’t convinced. “Still. I won’t feel comfortable
enough to get off.”

“Give it your best shot. It’s your choice.”

She hesitated. “Fine.” She tossed the jacket over her lap,
slid the toothbrush under her dress and flipped it on. The vibration wasn’t
very loud, thank god.

Pressing the head of the brush to her clit, she nearly leapt
out of her chair. “Wow, that’s intense.” She glanced around the room at the
other patrons in the restaurant.

“No, don’t look at them. I’m making sure no one comes here.
If they do, I’ll tell you to turn it off. Close your eyes or look at me or
outside. Focus on your pleasure.”

She stared at the rain outside and eased back in her seat.
Moving the brush around, she found the perfect stimulation point. With the
dildo inside her, the sensations were heightened even more.

“That’s better, relax. Let go, surrender to the pleasure.”

She focused on his soothing voice and imagined the bed in
Dark Odyssey where she watched Cynthia and Carter making love with abandon. She
ached for someone to make love to her with that intensity, that much love and
lust.

“Imagine us on the beach, alone. I kneel between your legs
and lick your pussy, circling your swollen clit.” His words were erotic,
hypnotic and sensual. “You will do this for me, Emma. Because it pleases me. I
can teach you about pleasure you never thought you could experience.”

“Yes,” she whispered. Could she possibly come in public? She
panted as her arousal and desire blocked out her surroundings, completely
entangled in the need to please him and pleasure herself.

The material of her dress rubbed on her raw nipples. Could
Adrian see how erect they were? She hoped he could. That thought turned her on
more and drove her orgasm to the edge. She let her mind drift, focusing only on
the pleasure of liquefying heat flowing through her body. A quiver of an early
climax rose then quickly transformed into a scorching orgasm. She bucked in her
seat.

“Easy,” he said. “Turn it off now and open your eyes.”

She did as the waitress approached with a coffeepot. “More
coffee?” The waitress smiled, seemingly unaware that the orgasm continued to
assault her with aftershocks.

“Please,” Adrian said. “And the check too.” He gazed at Emma
with a new look of admiration.

“I suppose I passed.” She took the bag and placed the
toothbrush back into it.

“Flying colors. Thank you. Trust is an important element in
this lifestyle. This was more than a test, it was a simple introduction for
you. Once you can surrender your resistance and trust me to take care of you
during a scene, the experience will be that much more pleasurable. I will never
do anything without your permission or hurt you in any way.”

“I believe you.” Not because Cynthia and Carter already vouched
for him but because she was a good judge of character and she heard the
sincerity in his words and saw it in his eyes.

“You can take your toy out if you wish.” He laughed.

“Hmmm. If I can make it to the ladies’ room without losing
it.”

She managed, taking baby steps, and even used the
handicapped stall with a private sink so she could wash her toy. When she got
back, Adrian had her jacket and walked her out with his arm around her.

“It’s still early. We can grab a bottle of wine at my place,
a couple chairs and sit on the beach.”

“I couldn’t think of a nicer way to end an evening.” If that
was going to be the end.

Adrian’s condo complex was on Fort Lauderdale Beach. He
parked in the underground parking and led her to the elevator.

After what he put Emma through at dinner, Adrian wanted to
give them some time to get to know each other. Her confidence and innocence was
a heady combination, add in her beauty and intelligence and he was hooked. He
knew now she had potential as a sub, but whether or not she was ready to take
that step from the vanilla into the BDSM world was yet to be seen. The
challenge would be to find her pace. The idea excited him and already his cock
was hard. He wouldn’t pressure her anymore tonight.

“Nice to live on the beach,” she said, getting into the
elevator. Adrian pressed the button marked PH2. “PH? Is that penthouse?”

“There are a few units on the top floor.”

The doors opened on the twenty-seventh floor and he led her
down a hallway to one of four apartment doors. When Emma stepped into his place
she froze in the middle of the foyer and gasped.

“Oh my.” She stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the
view of the ocean and beach.

“The view sold me too. Cynthia helped me pick out
furnishings.” Modern black chairs and tables contrasted with the white marble
floors with teal and sea-green accents. The high ceilings, with a number of
skylights, brightened the open area.

“Wow, I don’t think I’d ever leave,” she said.

“Thanks. Glad you approve. I’ll get the chairs.” He grabbed
chairs from a storage closet. He placed a bottle of red wine, an opener and two
glasses in a small padded backpack. “Red okay?”

“Perfect.” She frowned and continued to examine the walls
and ceiling.

“Something wrong?”

“I was looking for eyehooks and chains. I was wondering if a
Dom had rigging set up in his home.”

He put the bag down, walked over, lifted her chin and
brought his lips close to hers. Her eyes widened and he heard her breath catch.
How he would love to do a session with her now. It would be so easy to sweep
her up, tie her down in his room and begin training. At the restaurant he’d
been hard watching her surrender to him, pleasuring herself. She was beautiful.

“I do have some bondage equipment here. Not to the extent of
Dark Odyssey. I can show you later. If I show you now we won’t make it to the
beach.”

She swallowed. He saw her throat muscles move. “Okay.”

His mouth came down on her lips and she parted them for him.
Then his tongue thrust deep into her mouth and she moaned. Her palms pressed
into his shoulders then her arms wrapped around his neck. Remembering she
didn’t have underwear on didn’t help keep his arousal in check. How easy it
would be to slide his hands up and grab her buttocks, slip between her legs and
ease his fingers into her cunt or ass. Soon, very soon. Breaking the kiss, he
moved away from her. Her eyes looked dazed, hypnotic. How responsive she was.
“Ready?”

“Yes.” She let out a breath.

When they got down to the beach level, they stepped outside
onto a large terrace with a pool. The soft-blue light rippled under the water.
Palm trees swayed in a strong offshore breeze. “I love this spot at night.”
Adrian took in the scent of the salty sea air. He never got tired of the
magnificent view, never spent enough time enjoying it with his work schedule.

“Wow. My apartment has a nice pool but not a view like this.”

Beyond the terrace and the beach, waves broke and crashed up
onshore. “This area sold me on the apartment.” They took the stairs down to the
beach. Spotlights illuminated the dunes. She kicked off her sandals and propped
up the low beach chairs while Adrian poured wine.

He grew silent and studied her for a long time and she
avoided his gaze. “If you didn’t have a crazy surgeon’s schedule, what would
you enjoy doing in your free time?”

“If I’m on staff, I’ll have more free time. I hear you have
a bucket list. Cynthia told me.” He poured more wine in her glass. “Did you do
all these adventures alone or were you dating someone at the time? Married?”

“Dating. Never married.” She swirled the wine in her glass,
not drinking.

“Not dating him now?”

She shook her head.

“Mind if I ask what happened?” he asked with a gentle tone,
not pushy.

She stared out at the ocean. “He was killed in a motorcycle
accident.”

“I’m sorry.” He took her hand. “And I’m sorry to make you
remember.”

“Thank you. It’s been a year.” She took a breath and smiled,
although it was obviously a sad attempt. He could kick himself for reminding
her of the pain.

“And you. Married before?”

He shook his head.

“And what happened with your last girlfriend?”

His eyebrows rose and his hand rubbed across his mouth. “It’s
a bit of a long story. Easiest way to explain it was an incompatibility issue.”

“I’ve dated a few guys like that. But I called them psycho.”

He laughed. “Hmmm. That could fit in her case I’m afraid.
She made a scene at the hospital in front of the hospital administrator. It
took some explaining. I was afraid I was going to get fired.”

“Reputation means a lot in your position.” Emma cringed.

“Yes, it does when your boss is like mine.”

The conversation turned to other areas of interest and Emma
seemed to steer clear of any mention of her work whenever he tried to bring it
up
.
One moment they seemed to be connecting and the next she shut down,
pushed him away. New relationships took time. It wasn’t long until the
discussion moved on toward more suggestive teasing.

Her smile was so sexy and sensual.

He smiled as he corked the bottle and stuffed it in the
backpack. “Let’s take a walk on the beach.”

“Sounds nice.”

He took her hand and led her down to the water’s edge. She
dug her toes into the wet sand. “I’m curious. What’s it like for a couple to
live within the BDSM lifestyle?”

He groaned. “It’s not for everyone. Some people think it is
and go about entering the lifestyle without learning anything first.” He
couldn’t hide the defensive tone in his voice.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“It’s different for everyone. That’s not an easy question.
Some live it 24/7, others only in the bedroom and many fall somewhere in
between. It’s a place for nice people who are sexually adventurous with
respected limits.” He said it in a way that closed the door to more queries for
now.

“That doesn’t sound bad. How about a few more details?” She
leaned into him.

“Have you been tied up during sex?”

She smiled at that one and her body heated up. “Yes,
actually, I have.”

“Really? Did you enjoy it?”

She laughed a bit. “I did.”

“Hmmm. Tell me.” He stopped walking and faced her.

“Hey, this was about you, not me,” she argued. “And about
what you did at TropiX.”

“I’ll eventually tell you about that, but I want to hear
about the time you were tied up.” He leaned in closer and his fingers brushed
strands of hair behind her ear.

“If you tell me something you did at TropiX.”

He thought a minute. “Deal.”

“I was camping with a boyfriend in Colorado. We’d been rock
climbing earlier that morning. We found a stream, stripped down and jumped in
to rinse off the dust and sweat.”

He drew lazy circles with his fingers lightly along the back
of her hand and up her arm. She shivered and his thumbs brushed over the
hardened tips of her nipples. Though the dress, he pinched them and she moaned.
“Tell me more.”

“We played some in the water, but it was pretty cold so we
didn’t stay in long.”

His hands moved down her ribs to her waist, hips and thighs.
“And…”

“We climbed out. He took the rope we used for climbing and
tied me between two trees. Spread-eagle.”

“Sounds very hot,” he said. His thoughts conjured up the
memories of her orgasm at dinner. Her release only worked him up. Emma stroked
his arm and moved down to his thigh. Going slow with her wasn’t going to be
easy. He only wanted to fuck her and he was getting the vibe that she wanted it
too. Tugging on the straps of her dress, he eased them down to reveal her
nipples. He cupped them and Emma moaned with pleasure. Arousal happened
instantly. He was so hard now it hurt. She arched her back and made her breasts
push up higher. He fondled them, squeezing and rubbing the tips, and made her
groan louder.

Her hand slipped under the waistband of his khakis and he
sucked in a breath when she wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft. Waves
washed ashore and splashed their legs. He moved his hand down between her legs
and under her dress. Without hesitation, Emma spread her legs. She was wet and
dripping when his fingers reached her pussy. As he thrust a finger inside, she
cried out and tightened her grip around his cock.

The beach was empty and dark, but at this rate they would be
naked and on the sand fucking in a minute or two. Sand, not a good plan. “This
isn’t going to work.” He removed his hand and pulled her dress back into place.
“Let’s go.”

* * * * *

The silence continued between them in the elevator ride up
to his condo. Emma was stumped. She couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong.
They seemed to be getting along so well. When they got into his place, Adrian
put down the chairs and she waited for him to get his keys to his car to take
her home.

“I’m not sure what happened out there. Did I cross some
line?” she asked. “I’m still new to all this. Can I help it that you got me all
worked up? Never in a million years would I have imagined having an orgasm in
public. But you can’t expect me to know all the rules and etiquette about this
lifestyle in two days.”

“I want to know if you’re receptive to this, what you think
about being a submissive before we take that step, if you can handle it.”

“I don’t know what I think or if I can handle it. My mind
won’t stop thinking or obsessing about it. My body is so keyed up,
oversensitized and craves to be touched. Right now, if you stroke any square
inch of my body, I’d probably come again.” She was trembling all over and her
cunt was wet and clenching.

He groaned and at first she thought he was angry. He bolted
across the room, pulled her into his arms and kissed her so hard her breath
left her lungs in a whoosh. He parted his lips, accepted her tongue, opening
and deepening the kiss more. His tongue met with hers, thrusting, teasing,
urging for more.

His hands yanked her dress up and grabbed her bare ass. The
hardness of his cock pressed against her pussy and she rocked her hips and
ground into his thick shaft. “You want me?” he asked.

“Yes.” Her pussy clenched at the thought of making love to
him.

“God, I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you at TropiX.”
His mouth trailed kisses along her throat, down to her shoulder. He pulled at
the front of her dress, revealing her breasts and sucked in a hard nipple,
rolling his rough tongue around the tip.

She moaned and arched her back.

He stopped then swept her up in his arms and carried her
into the next room, his bedroom. Setting her down, he got out of his clothes
and stood before a large platform bed against the far wall with more windows
that looked out over the ocean. He was built amazingly. Wide, chest, flat abs
and muscular thighs and arms. She had been instantly attracted to him when she
first met him, but his body sent a thrill of excitement through her.

“Wow,” she exclaimed.

“The view is grand isn’t it?” He glanced toward the windows.

“Yes, it is, but I was talking about you. When do you have
time to work out?”

“A gym at work.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over
hers. Immediately her hands encircled his waist. He pulled back slightly,
looked into her eyes then pulled her dress up over her head. He must’ve seen
the lust in her eyes, felt her desperation, because a second later his mouth
came down on hers again, harder and opened, plunging his tongue deeply and
meeting with hers.

“Slow and easy isn’t going to cut it,” she said.

She melted into him. Her head whirled with a hungry,
desperate need. Moving down her body, he kissed and caressed her breasts. His
teeth gently tugged on each nipple, giving enough pressure to send chills
skidding over her skin. Then he knelt in front of her and licked her pussy.
Spreading her labia, he exposed her clit and swiped his tongue over the tender
bud. Emma dug her fingers into his shoulders to keep from falling over.

Picking her up, he lowered her onto the bed and continued
pleasuring her, touching her in the most exquisite places. An orgasm was
quickly building and each time she was almost there, he eased off. She groaned
and pressed his head back to continue. “Don’t stop, I’m right there.”

“Don’t be in a rush.” He got up and slipped on a condom then
returned between her legs and thrust deep in her pussy.

Emma’s hip rose off the bed and she cried out. In the back
of her mind she wondered where were the flogger, the restraints, the medieval
furnishings and torture devices? The rhythm of Adrian’s thrusts awakened new
sensations in her. Never had she felt so glorious in making love to a man.

Adrian’s hands drew her to his side so they were facing each
other and their position was slightly shifted. The angle of his cock deepened
and rubbed against her clit. He rocked his hips and she met his thrusts with a
matching rhythm, savoring every moment. The masterful strokes stimulated her
perfectly. “Adrian, don’t stop.”

“Not this time.” The look in his eyes echoed the sentiment.

The orgasm began as a glimmer of sensations in her groin
then blazed through every nerve ending in violent pulses. Pulling him down on
top of her, she clung to him as the heady surge ravaged her. He cried out,
thrust rapidly as his own climax took him.

He collapsed beside her, drawing her into his arms, pressing
her head to his shoulder. “So beautiful,” he murmured before she fell asleep.