Sam unhooked her bra clasp and let her heavy breasts free from their containment. Her hands trembled when she slipped her panties down to her ankles. She felt vulnerable under Adam’s sharp stare. She picked up her strewn clothes and folded them into a neat pile. It was a habit. Jared was an expert when it came to messing up the house. Then it occurred to her that she should probably act sexy, instead of fussing like a housekeeper. After all, Adam and his friends had hired her to fuck. But she didn’t know how to be sexy. She wasn’t a flirter.
She decided to stand straight, her gaze fixed on her neatly clipped toenails. She felt so awkward.
Adam rose from his seat. He tugged her face up. “You’re blushing.” He smiled. “I like that. Very innocent.”
Innocent? Had they hired her because she was innocent? Who would have known that?
Adam caressed the side of her jaw with the tip of his fingers. Her neck. Her shoulder. Chest. Nipples and her belly. His touches left trails of red blazes of heat on her skin. Her heart beat faster. Her nipples hardened instantly.
“And very responsive,” he added.
Adam noticed her reaction and looked pleased with it. He slipped his hand down. Sam jerked. He found her clit and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of pleasure seared her spine.
“Oh…” Sam instinctively grabbed on to his shoulder. Her knees weakened. “Mr Hauser…”
“Relax.” He released her clit and parted her dampened seam. He touched her entrance.
Adam pushed a finger inside her and she bit her lip. It felt rough against her inner passage, despite her growing arousal. Adam thrust his finger until the pad of his palm mashed her vulva. He stroked her. Slowly at first. She shivered from the delicious intrusion. He quickened his strokes, and Sam found herself becoming very wet. Morsels of pleasure burst out in her depths. She moaned at the sensation. The ecstasy edged towards a climax. Adam suddenly stopped.
She shot him a wide-eyed look, objecting. She was so close…
A smirk came as a reply, then, “May I remind you that you’re here for our pleasure. Not otherwise.”
Sam blinked and collected herself. “I’m sorry, sir.”
His gaze softened. “But if you behave like a good girl, you might have a reward.”
A reward. What kind of reward? More money? Orgasm? Sam silently hoped her reward would come in the form of an orgasm. What Adam had done was incredible. All he’d done was pet her like a kitty cat and she had been ready to drop to her knees and keel over for more.
She gulped. “Yes, sir.”
Adam withdrew his finger and gave her pussy a playful pat. He padded to the walk-in closet and returned with a gown in his hand. He placed it carefully on the bed. “You are to wear this tonight during dinner. You will find matching undergarments in that dresser. Calvin gets a kick from women in lacy bras and thongs. But I prefer you without any panties at all.” He winked.
Her blush ripened. She dragged her feet towards the bed to inspect the gown. It was a pink Lolita kind of dress, complete with bustier, ruffles and bows. It was pretty, but she was too old to be wearing stuff like that. It would suit someone younger better. A teenager.
“It’s a cosplay,” Adam explained.
“Cosplay?”
“Costume Playing. This one is from a Japanese anime called Chobits. David has a thing for women in this kind of outfit.”
“Oh…”
“One thing. Wear stockings to dinner, too. He likes to rip them off.”
Chapter Two
Her sweet, womanly scent clung sharply on him, making his cock hard to the point of hurting. Adam Hauser hurried his steps to his private study room. Maybe he’d jack off to relieve the tension. His inner lion grew restless. His beast had wanted to pounce and claim the woman as soon as he’d seen her in the room. His cock was second to that. Adam had a hard time restraining his urge. That curvy Samantha Knight had made his blood boil the moment he’d laid eyes on her.
David Strauss was in the study room when he entered. Adam closed the door behind him, secretly mourning. Guess he couldn’t jack off in here. Jesus. Can’t a man get his privacy to take care of his private business?
“When did you get here?” Adam asked. “I didn’t hear you come.”
“About five minutes ago. The taxi driver was a dickhead. Couldn’t find this stinking place.”
Adam snickered. They had been going to this mansion for decades. This place was their safe haven when they sought comfort and privacy from the world. As for David being given the roundabout by the taxi driver, that was solely his own fault. He never paid attention to his surroundings as soon he got into a taxi or a limo. David was a CEO for a well-known financial firm on Wall Street and always busied himself with either his phone or his laptop. He assumed all taxi drivers knew what they were doing.
David shrugged off his coat. “She’s here yet?”