The Reunion (12 page)

They’d taken over his bedroom. He
never attempted to kick them out. Life seemed simpler that way. He’d moved his
stuff to another of the guest rooms. That was temporary. The day of reckoning
was approaching. He’d allowed the women to get away with far too much already. They
derived some perverse satisfaction in taunting him. That was not seduction. Pretty
soon he’d have to reestablish his claim on them or move out.

Picking up a pen, Adam checked off
several boxes on a contract and wrote a note to question the content of
another. He checked the time on the grandfather clock in the corner. It was
half past ten. The women had gone to bed a half hour earlier—to his bed.

He scowled at the clock. Enough was
enough. He pushed his swivel chair back from the desk and stalked toward the
door.

- o -

Reluctantly lifting her mouth from
Maria’s pussy, Sarah glanced up to see Adam entering the bedroom. If there had
been a rap on the door, she hadn’t heard it. Her heartbeat skipped. Had he come
for her? She knew immediately when Maria realized they were not alone. Her
pussy chilled as soon as Maria’s warm mouth left it. They’d been on their sides,
leisurely nibbling each other, in no hurry to get anywhere. They’d been quite
satisfied prolonging their journey—until Adam barged in.

He stalked defiantly to the edge of
the bed. Sarah did everything she could not to cower or giggle. She couldn’t
decide if the red-faced intruder looked enraged or comic.

 Maria rolled onto her back and
broke the silence. “What does your presence mean, Adam?”

Adam’s cock poked through the fold
of the green robe he wore. “What do you think,” he spat out, surrounding his
cock with a fist. “I’ve been celibate for two whole weeks. Enough is enough!”

His gaze bore into Sarah. “I’ve come
to fuck Maria—that is if you don’t mind too much.”

Sarah’s flesh chilled. He was furious
with her. He would deny her again. So much for trying to make him jealous. She
and Maria had thought that might be enough to bring Adam around to their way of
thinking. Apparently not.

Holding her chin high, Sarah clambered
off the bed and reached for her clothes, preparing to leave the two of them alone.

“No,” Adam commanded. “You stay.” He
pointed to one of the chairs. “You might as well watch in here. It’s a better
view than from behind the mirror.” He sneered. “Don’t you want to hear your
lover’s screams of delight?”

“But...”

Her protest was drowned out. “Stay!”

“It’ll be okay,” Maria assured her. “We
can’t expect Adam to go without a woman forever. His virility might shrivel.” Maria
winked at Sarah. “In the long run, that wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

Sarah quickly stifled a giggle when
she saw the dark glower Adam cast her way.

“Don’t say a word,” he snapped. “Try
not to make a sound. Though I’m sure that will become more and more difficult.”
He shrugged out of his robe and nodded at Maria. “On your hands and knees,
woman. It’s time. Past time.”

“Yes, Master,” Maria chided. “Anything
for the Master. I love it when you take me from behind.”

Hoping the longing on her face wasn’t
as obvious as that on Maria’s, Sarah settled on the settee trying not to be
overcome with jealousy. Why wasn’t it
her
he wanted on hands and knees? Why
couldn’t she at least help?

Adam slapped Maria’s butt cheek and
palmed her pussy before catching Sarah’s eye. “You have her nicely primed. But I’m
taking over now.” He held his cock in one hand and gathered Maria to him.

Sarah felt her eyes strain at the
sight of Adam’s cock disappearing into Maria.

Maria arched her neck, licked her
lips and pushed back against him. “Jesus, it’s good to have you in me again. I’ve
missed you.”

“Me too, Maria. Me too.” He leaned
over Maria’s back and trailed his lips down her spine.

That small gesture spoke more of
love to Sarah than she’d imagined the man was capable of. She squeezed both of her
breasts while watching him take Maria slowly. The two of them fit together like
gloves. Her darker skin only accentuated his masculinity. They worked together
like a team—each partner ably reading the subtle cues of the other, cues Sarah
hadn’t even begun to learn.

Maria shifted her position so her
head and shoulders carried her weight, freeing a hand to fondle their point of mating.
Adam groaned but showed no signs of wanting to pick up their pace.

He peeked at Sarah and gave her an
undecipherable grin. “You do like to watch, don’t you? I’ve never seen your
nipples so extended.”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I didn’t know
I did until recently.”

“Tell us what it does for you, Sarah,”
Maria said. “You’re looking hotter by the moment.”

Emboldened by Maria’s smile and grateful
she was being included, Sarah tried to answer honestly. “The two of you are a
visual turn on. I’m not sure a different couple would do the same for me.”

“I hope not,” Maria said.

“Aren’t you jealous?” Adam huffed,
making a show of pulling nearly out of Maria before refilling her.

Sarah stared at Adam. “At first,
maybe. Not really. You two look perfect together. You are so synchronized. Envious,
maybe, but not jealous.” She lowered her hands to her pussy. “And you haven’t
put your cock in me since I arrived, Adam.”

She parted her labia and was pleased
to see the tension mount across Adam’s face. “Maybe I should be angry with you,
but how can I be jealous of Maria?”

“That’s sweet, Pepper.” Maria
beamed. “His cock is delicious. It’s nearly splitting me. Too bad he can’t be
inside both of us at the same time. Play with yourself, girl. Don’t be left
out. Bring yourself off. I love to watch you when you come.”

Maria flexed her butt, grinding
against Adam. He couldn’t hold out much longer and they all knew it.

Why shouldn’t she enjoy herself,
too? This wasn’t Sarah’s idea of a three-way. But it’d work. “Why not?” She
worked two fingers into her moist channel. “I can put on a show, too. How long
will you deny yourself my pussy, Adam?” He glowered at her and she stretched
her opening. “You fit quite nicely. Remember?”

“Doesn’t she have a saucy looking
pussy, Adam?” Maria said. “So delicious and so hot.”

Spurred on perhaps by both women,
Adam started churning in and out of Maria.

Sarah rose part way out of her chair
and began riding four fingers.

Adam pummeled Maria until he howled
as if to a full moon. His pent up sexual energy uncorked in a savage fury. His
fingernails scraped Maria’s back and the force of his hips moved them both up
the bed. Maria squealed beneath him, riding his fury. She laughed and screamed
her ecstasy in Spanish.

Sarah laughed aloud as her orgasm
swept across her. She couldn’t stop laughing. Why was she laughing? He’d
rebuffed her. But there he knelt still buried in Maria, fully spent, gulping in
air, looking like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Gasping, Maria settled on the bed and
then began to giggle with Adam still covering her. Adam wasn’t laughing. To her
chagrin, Sarah saw him turning beet red. He might have released sexual energy,
but clearly not pent up anger. Trying not to laugh, she slowly pulled her
fingers from her pussy and awaited the fire of his temper.

To her surprise, he abruptly pulled
out of Maria, backed off the bed, grabbed his robe, and without bothering to put
it on, stalked toward the door. After hearing the soft thud of the door, Sarah glanced
quickly at Maria.

Grinning broadly, Maria waved her hand,
beckoning Sarah. Sarah fell into Maria’s outstretched arms. Neither woman could
contain her giggles.

At last, Maria said, “I do believe we’ve
cracked the Master’s exterior.”

Sarah nodded. “You and he are
magnificent.”

“So are you and I,” Maria replied,
stroking Sarah’s hair. “So are you and he. So will the three of us be. Trust
me. You’ll see.”

“I am trying.” Sarah cuddled against
Maria’s bosom. “I just wish it was easier.”

“If it was easy, it wouldn’t be half
the fun.”

Sarah snickered again. “He did look
outrageous kneeling behind you with his cock going limp, trying to look casual while
the two of us laughed our heads off.”

Chapter Six

The next morning Sarah stood in
front of Adam’s desk waiting for him to acknowledge her. Conversation at
breakfast had been light. Adam smiled to himself, ignoring her shifting from
foot to foot. She could wait a little longer. He congratulated himself on doing
quite well, given the embarrassing situation of the evening before.

Actually, that wasn’t so bad. He’d
been able to screw the woman who’d become important to him and watch the woman
he’d dreamed about so often masturbating. He and Maria might have turned Sarah
on, but Sarah’s brazenness had turned him on, too. He narrowed his eyes,
remembering the sight of her fingers disappearing deep in her body only to
reappear to tantalize her and her audience. More than once he’d almost lost
track of what he was doing. If Maria’s back and hips quivering beneath him had
been any indicator, she’d also been quite excited watching the woman from
Chicago ride her own hand.

He sighed before looking up at
Sarah. He still had no idea what he was going to do with this woman in the long
run. She stuck like epoxy. And she was right. It had been a mistake not to
screw her since she’d arrived in his house. He’d have to rectify that untenable
situation sooner than later. But he had face to save.

He set a letter aside. Her cute ass
would look quite fine draped over his desk. He shook his head, ridding himself
of that image. She hadn’t earned his cock. Not yet.

He glanced up and held her gaze
steady. “What can I do for you, Sarah? You seem a little uncomfortable.” He saw
a pink blush start to creep up her throat and smiled. “I trust I’m not the
cause of any discomfort.”

Sarah folded her hands primly at her
waist. “First, I do apologize for laughing at you last night. I don’t know what
got into me.”

He waved her apology off. “It’s good
you have a sense of humor. I’m sure you’ll need it again before you fly back to
Chicago.” That sobered her nicely. “Are you buttering me up for something?”

She ignored his jibe. “You know I’ve
been doing photo shoots for a number of the women Maria helps find jobs. They
need updated portfolios.”

“How could I miss that fact?” Adam
leaned back in his chair. “Most weekdays there are three women in the morning. They
stay from a half an hour to an hour. You work in the dark room most afternoons—that
is, until you and Maria go for your swim in the nude, which is often followed
by an afternoon snack. I’m sure a little taste now and then is needed to tide
the two of you over until evening.”

“I didn’t know you paid such close
attention to my activities, Adam.” She jutted out her chin. “And you could join
us in the pool.”

“I wouldn’t want to interfere with
your afternoon snack.”

“We don’t do that every time.” Her
lips curled up in a smile, taunting him. “Here I thought you were a hungry man.
But then maybe your appetite is waning with the years. Too bad men are slowing
down just when women are peaking.”

“I’m sure Maria is giving you a peak
experience,” he huffed. “And you seem to be holding your own with her. So did
you just barge into my office to trade barbs with me, or do you have some other
scheme clogging that pretty little head of yours?”

“I wanted to talk with you about the
women.” She pushed hair back off her brow. “Adam, I want you to help some of
those women.”

“What?” Adam shifted back in his
chair. He had enough headaches already without getting involved in Sarah’s
charity cases. “I already subsidize much of their work.”

“I know you do—and that did surprise
me.” Sarah frowned. “But no matter. Many of these women are completely naïve
when it comes to financial planning. I’ve talked to several who are experienced
enough to be making some pretty good money, but it goes through their fingers
like water.”

He crossed his arms. “And I’m
supposed to help them manage their money?”

“How are they ever going to get
ahead if they can’t even balance a checkbook, see no value in saving, and haven’t
a clue about investing?”

“True.” He arched an eyebrow. “But
why should you care?”

“Why not?” Sarah stretched to her
full height. She was still quite short, but she did look especially cute when
piqued. She was definitely on a roll. Nothing seemed to inspire his women more
than a cause—unless it was sex.

“They are decent women,” Sarah
rattled on. “Some have kids to feed. Many have keen senses of humor. They love
to tell their stories and I love to listen. They deserve to know how to
preserve the money they work hard to earn.”

“And they’re not bad to look at
either.” He studied her closely. How involved was she with these women?

“Many are quite pleasing, actually.”
She ignored his unasked question. “I’m doing my best to show off their best
assets—whatever they may be. The women seem quite pleased with their
portfolios.”

Adam grimaced. “I imagine they are. So
what did you have in mind for me to do?”

“You could begin by meeting them in
small groups.”

“I’ve never been much into the group
thing, into orgies.”

“Adam!”

“Okay, sorry. I imagine I could put
together some resources for them and walk them through the basics. What else?
It didn’t sound like that’s all you expected from me.”

“Often we need a second and third
shooting. You could meet with the girls one-on-one after I’m done with them.”

“Now that does strike a fascinating
picture,” he chided. “So I get seconds. I do know how super you are at
preparing a woman for me.”

“Adam,” she snapped. “Please, this
is important for them. It’s important to me.”

Adam stood. “Okay, Sarah. I can do
that. But I have only a limited amount of time.”

“Of course. Whatever you can manage
will be appreciated.”

She took a step back as he rounded
his desk, then she stood her ground. He gave her credit when he reached for
her. He untied the knot holding her shirt together. Her breasts sprang free. Her
eyebrows arched.

“Would you resist me, if I laid you
over my desk and fucked you from behind?”

Sarah’s tongue slid across parted
lips. “No,” she whimpered.

“Maria isn’t here to protect you, is
she?”

“No.”

He guided her to his desk and bent
her over. He flipped her mini-skirt onto her back. “What a gorgeous ass.”

He squeezed each butt cheek. He ran
his finger tips down the crevice. Her breathing had nearly stopped. She thought
she finally had him, but he was not about to satisfy her yet. Not in that way.

He lifted his open palm and smacked
her butt.

She jerked forward. “Ow.”

“You’ve been a naughty girl teasing
me so. Haven’t you? Say it, Sarah.” He waited.

She shook her head in defiance.

He slapped her butt again a bit
harder.

“Yes,” she whimpered, “I’ve been a
naughty girl.”

“Good. That’s more like it.” He
raised his other hand and slapped her other cheek. Her ass quivered. Her pussy
glistened and her asshole puckered. But Sarah uttered not a sound. She was
temptation personified.

Adam shook his head, trying to
ignore his rigid cock wanting to be freed from its confinement. It took all of
his will power to stop. He stood her back up and turned her around to face him.
He ignored the tears welling in her eyes. Adam held her chin between two
fingers. “Don’t push me too far, Sarah. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“You better find some more
compelling ways to seduce me than having Maria deprive me of sex. I like the
way your nipples enlarge when you’re excited.” He twisted both nipples until
she gasped. “And you are excited right now, aren’t you?”

She nodded.

“Say it.” He tapped a bruised
nipple.

“Yes. I’m excited.” Her words were hardly
audible. Her eyes rounded—was that fear, or lust?

“What do you want?”

“You. Your cock.” Her voice turned
bold.

“Where do you want it?”

“Anywhere.” She lowered a hand
toward his waist.

He caught it and squeezed hard. She
flinched. “No. You’ve been too naughty to deserve my cock.” With all the
self-control he could muster, he knotted her blouse, covering her breasts back
up. “Get out of here before I remember how many other ways you’ve been a bad
girl.”

Sarah moved quickly toward the door.
Before she exited she turned and said, “I’ll have the girls stop by to check in
with you. At least those who are willing.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Willingness
isn’t always a prerequisite.”

“I noticed.” She gave him a coy
smile bent over, flipped up her skirt and slapped her bare butt harder than he
had. “Until next time—bye.”

Adam didn’t know whether to laugh or
spit nails. She always seemed to have a trump card ready to play no matter what
he did. So she wasn’t appalled at being spanked.

- o -

Maria sipped lemonade in the gazebo
later that afternoon eagerly listening to Sarah’s description of her encounter
with Adam in his office. “So our macho man has you under his skin and can’t
shake you.” She twirled a finger around the rim of her glass.

“He’s still trying to shock me.” A
flash of humor skittered across Sarah’s face. “A little spanking is hardly
going to do that.”

 “Don’t I know?” Maria closed her
eyes and imagined Adam spanking their guest. Too bad she’d missed what must
been a looked of amazement on his face when Sarah slapped her butt for him. “You
do have a shapely ass that begs for attention.”

“I’m glad you noticed. At least Adam
agreed to meet with some of the girls about managing their finances.”

“That’ll be good for them and him. Adam
sometimes chastises himself for not doing more for people who have to struggle
to make it like he did.”

“Meeting with the girls will keep
him around the house more.” Sarah set aside her empty glass. “So what kind of
show should we put on for him next?”

Maria shook her head. “This entire
game is getting a little tiring. You and I’ve made love almost under his nose
in nearly all the ways I can imagine. He watches. You know he wants to join us.
But he doesn’t. Last night doesn’t count. That was a desperate man seeking
relief.”

“Maybe he doesn’t actually want to
join us. Clearly, he still wants to screw you.”

Maria watched Sarah gulp and hold a
tight rein on her composure.

“Maybe it was a huge mistake coming
out here.” Sarah’s eyebrows flew up. “No. I don’t mean that. Finding you, Maria—being
with you has been a breath of clean fresh air I haven’t experienced in so long.”

Maria cradled Sarah’s hand. “For me,
too.”

“But maybe being with Adam is simply
not in the cards. Do I go back to Chicago? What else can I do?”

“We’re not giving up.” Maria
squeezed Sarah’s fingers. “There’s too much at stake. It’s not only about Adam—it’s
also about you and me.”

Sarah closed her eyes and breathed
sharply. “I know.”

“And I’m not ready to give you up,”
Maria insisted, grazing Sarah’s chin. “I don’t know that I ever will be.”

“And I don’t want to lose you.” Sarah
opened her eyes. They were filled with determination and longing. “Not after
just finding you. I feel like we’ve known each other existed forever and we
only now found each other. But I don’t want to hurt Adam.”

“Come here, girl.” Maria pushed her
chair back. “Come let me hold you.”

Sarah settled on Maria’s lap and
hugged her. Warm tears spilled down Maria’s neck.

“It’s okay, Pepper. We’ll find a way
out of this maze. Together we’ll get through to that dunderhead.”

Sarah pushed away to smile at Maria
and then she leaned forward. Her lips tasted of lemonade. Maria moaned. Lemonade
had never tasted so good.

Maria slid a hand between Sarah’s
parted legs until her fingers covered Sarah’s mound. “Do you want a little climax?”

“No. But don’t move. Just hold me.” Sarah
rested her head on Maria’s shoulder. “You are so loving, Maria. I’ll never get
enough of you.” Her chuckle reverberated against Maria’s skin. “Adam’s idea of
no underwear has turned out be quite a boon.”

“You think it was his idea?” Maria
pressed her fingers more firmly against Sarah’s dampening folds.

Sarah giggled softly. “Of course it
would’ve been your idea!”

“Damn, you are so open.” Maria’s
index finger slipped into Sarah. “You sure you don’t want to come?”

“This is fine. Stay where you are,
but I’m feeling quite mellow. I don’t want to alter the mood.”

“Fine. So when is Rachel coming back
in for her follow-up shoot?” she asked softly.

Sarah frowned and paused a minute. “This
Thursday at ten, I think. Why?”