SummerSins (6 page)

She woke to the smell of bacon and eggs and a wondrous view
of the ocean. How would anyone ever get tired of that sight? She got up and
walked into the kitchen. He looked so good it took her breath away. He wore
shorts, no shirt and his feet were bare. “Hungry?”

“Very.” She smoothed her hair down and wondered how bad she
looked. “I must’ve crashed after we made love. I don’t remember you inviting me
to stay the night. Hope I didn’t put you out.”

He put his arm around her and kissed her forehead. “Not at
all. I’m glad you stayed.”

“No whips and chains last night,” she teased.

“Are you disappointed?” He brought their plates to the table
and Emma, noticing the coffeepot, poured coffee. They sat and began to eat.

“Maybe a little.” She grinned.

He watched her over the top of his coffee cup. “Do you think
you’d feel comfortable being naked in front of people at Dark Odyssey?”

“In that environment, I could. I’d feel less self-conscious
than I did at the restaurant and I managed an orgasm.”

He laughed. “What about having sex?”

“I guess it would depend on the heat of the moment.”

“Some clubs don’t allow intercourse but Dark Odyssey does
because it’s part of TropiX.” Adrian took her hand. “Come on. I have something
to show you.”

Back inside his bedroom, he opened his closet. It looked
like any other man’s closet, except for the suits he had lab coats and scrubs.
He took out a duffle bag, placed it on the bed and unzipped it. “I keep most of
my toys in here so I don’t freak out my cleaning lady.” He opened the bag to
show her a variety of floggers from small to large size, a cane and different
types of paddles. There were ropes and nipple clamps, fur cuffs and collars,
lube and a variety of dildos and butt plugs.

“That could provide hours of entertainment,” she said,
grinning.

“At least. Next Saturday then at Dark Odyssey. These objects
will give you something to think about. We’ll talk about your safeword and
limits first.”

“Okay. Saturday.”

* * * * *

Monday morning at
Scandal
Emma wanted to quit her
job. If it wasn’t that she needed the money to pay rent and needed Vivian’s
recommendation and connections, she would’ve given her notice. Vivian gave her
an ultimatum—write the article on TropiX and Dark Odyssey or look for work elsewhere.
Emma knew James wanted this high-profile assignment and he’d have no qualms
about ruining people’s privacy.

It wasn’t just that Emma had issues with this article, she
had issues with the philosophy at
Scandal
. Emma’s heart wasn’t in it.
She was a good reporter and a good writer but exposing people rubbed her the
wrong way. Her boss justified it by saying, “When the rich and famous do
naughty things in public, they have to expect someone will write about it. Why
not
Scandal
?”

Emma had applied at other newspapers and magazines without
any luck. She didn’t have enough experience. Vivian had the connections and
always held that over everyone’s heads. Plus this job paid well. She was
screwed for the moment. With the threat of unemployment lines, Emma wrote the
sleazy article, a few versions of it.
Commercial Pilots Love the Kinky
Swingers’ World
included Carter and Cynthia. Even though they were very
open about their lifestyle, they were her friends and she’d have to ask them
first. Another version,
Runway Model and Her Plastic Surgeon into Bondage
,
included Tatiana Petrovna and her plastic surgeon
.
The one thing she
refused to do was mention Adrian’s name. She also wrote a tame third version of
the article, without naming names, including the model, Carter, Cynthia and
Adrian where she mentioned people in vague circumstances, adding her own
personal experience and observations, making a point that many people with
professional careers visited the club.

That article was good, entertaining, informative, intriguing,
even racy, but without invading privacy. After printing out all the articles,
she reviewed them. No matter what, she wasn’t going to destroy people’s lives
to propel her career up and out of the gossip tabloid. Staring at her computer,
she hit Delete on the trashy files and saved the noteworthy one. She emailed
the decent article to Vivian, signed with her pen name E.M. Prescott. Most
people didn’t know what she did, only close friends. Writing for a trashy
gossip magazine, even one that paid well, didn’t go over well with people who
were worried about their reputations. She stuck one of the copies in her file
and headed to Vivian’s office.

The office was dark. “She’s gone,” James said from behind
her.

“Is she coming back?” Emma asked.

“No, she’s gone for the day. Did you want me to give her
something for you tomorrow?”

“No, thanks. I work at the animal shelter in the morning.
I’ll be in at noon to give it to her.” James followed her back to her desk.
Emma took her article and stuck it in a folder on her desk.

“Want to get some coffee? My treat,” he asked. He wasn’t a
bad guy. He did his job, gave the readers what they wanted. The job wasn’t for
her. Glancing at the other articles in her file on her desk, the ones she
wouldn’t publish, she reminded herself to shred them before she left.

“No thanks. I need to get to my other job.” Her cell phone
rang. James left.

At the sound of Adrian’s voice her insides stirred with
excitement. “You’re okay with going to Dark Odyssey on Saturday?”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Good, so am I.”

“Anything I should know about ahead of time?” she asked,
feeling heat race through her body. The list of possibilities tore through her
mind and ignited the nerve endings in her nipples and clit. His voice sent her
into an instant state of arousal.

“A scene takes mental and physical preparation. Be rested
and wear something comfortable and easy to take off. I’ll take care of the
rest.”

“Okay.” She was done for the rest of the day. She’d be
fantasizing about chains and ropes, floggers and fucking all week.

“I know this is last-minute but I need to buy tickets
today,” he said. “I have a charity thing to go to two Saturdays from now. Would
you be interested in going?”

She was shaken out of her erotic dreaming and back to the
normal world. “What event? Is it formal?”

“The South Shore Gala,” Adrian said. “It’s semiformal,
rather boring, but I’d like your company.”

“I’d love to go.”

“I’ll be honest, I do want you to come, but my boss would
like it if I had a date.”

“I can be quite charming,” she said.

“No doubt.” He laughed. “Thanks. See you Saturday.”

When she got off the phone, she twirled around in her chair.
She’d heard that was a pretty classy event. She felt like Cinderella going to
the ball. She stopped spinning.
Crap.
What the hell was she going to
wear? Sundresses and shorts wouldn’t pass for gala attire. She’d make a point
to call her friend Camille to go shopping. A glance at her watch reminded her
that she was late for her second job. Grabbing her purse, she charged out of
the office.

* * * * *

The next day at noon she shredded the copies of articles
exposing the people’s names and kept the one with plenty of details, but that
didn’t invade privacy. If she got fired, so be it. Walking into Vivian’s
office, she asked if Vivian had received her emailed copy of the article,
expecting the worst. Emma had a hard copy in hand for reference if Vivian asked
her to make a few changes. “Yes, I got it. It’s fine as is. What else are you
working on?”

Emma opened her mouth but didn’t speak right away. “Great.
The boat show is next week. A number of celebrities and the elite crowd will be
there looking to buy yachts.”

Vivian shrugged. “I’ll get you and James passes. What else?”

“I was invited to an event in two Saturdays, so I won’t be
able to cover the summer jazz festival. Is that all right?” Emma asked.

“I’m sorry, Emma, you’ll have to make other plans,” Vivian
snapped while she continually tapped on her laptop. “We have a deadline to meet
and I don’t have anyone else to cover the festival. Unless you can provide a
headline for something controversial, gossipy, or extraordinary, anything
besides everyday news. We entertain our readers. If they want news, they can
read the
Miami Herald
or the
Sun Sentinel
.” She made a face.

Emma’s mind raced, not ready to give up. She’d finally met a
hot guy and now her boss would ruin it for her. Glancing at all the writing
awards framed on the walls, she wondered how her boss had won so many for
publishing gossip and rumors for entertainment. “I’m sure I could come up with
a great piece by the end of the week. My date already bought tickets for the gala.
It sounds like an expensive affair. It’s a big charity thing.”

“What event?” Vivian slowed the tapping on her laptop and
glanced up.

“South Shore Gala.”

“South Shore Gala!” Vivian stopped typing and took her
glasses off. “That’s the biggest charity event of the year. It’s five hundred
dollars a plate.”

“That much? Wow, I had no idea.”

“What does your date do?” She leaned across the desk and
motioned for Emma to sit. Suddenly Vivian was very interested and impressed
with her.

“He’s a doctor.” Emma sat. She was getting an assignment and
she wasn’t going to like it.

“Nice.” Vivian leaned back in her oversized chair and chewed
on the earpiece of her glasses. “A number of West Palm socialites are going to
this, a few actors, politicians. I tried getting a press pass but was denied. Isn’t
that’s ridiculous? Other media representatives will be attending.”

Emma kept her expression blank and tried not to roll her eyes.
Was her boss really surprised their tabloid magazine wasn’t invited to the
charity ball? “They just don’t understand that some readers like to hear the
more personal side of the news,” she tried to side with Vivian diplomatically.

“Exactly. See? You understand our mission at
Scandal
,to reveal the emotional, exciting, sometimes naughty and traumatic lives of
the rich and famous. You could work the room and get a number of stories out of
this event. Perfect.” She picked up her phone and started punching in a number.

Work the room?
“How am I going to work a room
interviewing people while I have a date?” Emma had a bad feeling.

Vivian waved her hand as if it was a minor detail. “Just
make conversation. They have an open bar at these events. After a few drinks,
you’ll get lots of information. Be friendly, ask questions.” She tapped
furiously on her laptop again. “I’ll get you a list of guests. You’ll be busy
the next couple weeks doing research. And do you have a formal dress? Something
long.”

“I have business dresses, not a long one”

Vivian shook her head. “You need to shop for something
elegant and sexy.” She grinned wickedly. “I couldn’t have planned this better.”

Emma entered TropiX the following Saturday filled with an
adrenalin rush. The carefree party atmosphere of social sex and sensual
exploration had a deeper meaning for her. She wanted more than to experience
bondage and submission, she wanted to connect with Adrian in a way she never
had with a man before.

Adrian strode straight through TropiX without a word to
anyone except a polite nod and led her up the stairs to Dark Odyssey. He looked
so handsome and serious, wearing dark pants and fitted charcoal shirt. A duffle
bag was slung over his shoulder. She had no idea what he had planned even
though they had discussed limits, what she would never consider, what she might
try but wasn’t sure about. He assured her they would go at a slow pace,
somewhat. “Somewhat” left a number of options open.

Emma couldn’t get the butterflies to stop doing backflips in
her stomach. This would be the ultimate test between Adrian and her. How
willing would she be to surrender her strong will and hard-earned independence
and submit to his commands? She felt more nervous and jittery than when she was
getting ready for her first bungee jump.

She wished Cynthia and Carter could be present for support
but they were working. It was early so the crowd hadn’t filled the rooms yet.
“No alcohol until we’re finished,” Adrian explained as he led her into the medieval
room. This looked more like the traditional bondage room that she imagined and
she felt more comfortable in this room than she would be in the others.

He stood her in the middle of the room and smiled. “Have you
followed my preparation instructions?”

“Yes.” He’d told her to take a warm bath with scented oils,
wear a lace bra and thong and a dress that would be easy to remove. Heels, but
no stockings.

“Good. We’ve begun. You’ll refer to me as Sir and use your
safeword
red
if you wish to stop the scene,
yellow
if you’re
having discomfort. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” Her body was shaking. Did he notice?

His hands slid down her arms. “Keep your arms at your sides,
eyes down, while I get ready. Relax,” he said softly as he lifted her chin and
kissed her. Behind her she heard the rustle of a few spectators gathering and
she glanced over at them. “From now on, ignore anyone in this room but me. It’s
just the two of us.”

She nodded.

He crossed the room, dropped his duffle bag, unzipped it and
laid out a number of items on a table. Then picked up a thick blanket and strip
of leather and brought them to her. He laid the blanket down on the floor.
“Kneel for me,” he ordered and she complied. The soft blanket padded her knees.
“This is a collar, a symbol of your submission. It’s your gift to me. While you
wear it, you agree to that submission within the limits we discussed. You
always have the power to stop a scene with your safeword. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good.” He hooked the collar around her neck. “Arms at your
sides and eyes down.” Her sex clenched and she could barely breathe. Deep
inside she knew this was what she needed, what she had craved in all her past
relationships. Whatever he commanded of her, she knew she was ready to do, no
matter how intense or demeaning.

He unzipped her dress and let it fall from her shoulders.
Tonight she wore pretty lace lingerie. “What are we going to do, Sir?” she
asked.

He gave her a warning look. “You’re new so I’ll let that
pass. But speaking without a direct question or giving your safeword will
warrant a punishment. Now step out of your dress then back on your knees.”

She did as he said, angry at herself for forgetting. This
was new and she’d get the hang of it, one way or another. Returning to the
table, he picked up two metal rods with cuffs attached at each end. Like the
ones the sadist used on his submissive. The blood pumped into Emma’s ears. A
sick, panicked feeling rose inside her. Would he beat her like the sadist did
to his submissive last week?

“Slow your breathing or you’ll hyperventilate.” He brushed
back her hair. “Remember, trust me that I won’t do anything to harm you.” He
attached the spreader bars to her ankles, forcing her to keep her legs apart,
then to her wrists. Her arms were spread wider than shoulder-width. After
selecting a flogger from the table he returned. “Hands and knees, pet.”

Pet?
She kind of liked that over slave. She complied
and yelped with the first whack of the flogger on her butt. After a few times,
she eased into the pain and began to enjoy it. Her body relaxed. “That’s it,”
he said. “Surrender to the pain. Good.” Her muscles felt quivery and her pussy
became wet and achy. His hands slid over her skin, over her breasts and between
her legs. His thumb pressed her clit and she moaned then he shoved her panties
aside and slipped a finger inside. She arched her back. Pure lust stabbed
through her. “Yes, very wet. You’re almost ready.”

Ready for what?
She tried not anticipating what he
might do and stayed within the moment, drifting now in her heightened
sensations. The lighting in the room shifted and her hearing became more acute.
She welcomed the next strike of the flogger, melding with the pain and
pleasure. Her vaginal walls clenched as if clutching a thick cock. How could
she take much more? She ached for Adrian’s shaft to fill her.

She moaned and didn’t resist when he slid her panties down
her thighs then heard the sound of tearing fabric and she was free of them.
Scissors snipped the straps of her bra and he removed that too. He had said to
wear something she didn’t mind having destroyed. Murmurs from the audience
seemed to approve of the display. She was on her hands and knees, naked except
for her heels, vaguely aware of the people behind her, and not caring anymore.

Then she felt something cool and slick poured between her
ass cheeks. Inside she groaned. This was something she’d told him she didn’t
think she’d like. “We’ll go easy,” he assured her. He spread her and worked the
lube in and around her tight rear opening.

She whimpered.

“Easy, relax. I’m training your body to accept a new
experience. We’ll go slow.” The hard tip of a small butt plug pressed at her
opening and at first it burned. She gritted her teeth and tried to allow it.
Slowly her body responded and he slid it in a short distance. “See? You did
well.” He left it there as he got up.

Stroking her back and shoulders, he guided her to sit back
on her heels. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out a small chain. “This might
take your mind off your ass.” He knelt beside her and took her hard nipple into
his mouth, sucking it painfully, but it felt good too. Sensations shot to her
clit, and her pussy clenched again. Everywhere he touched her was
ultrasensitive and responsive. After sucking the next nipple, he placed a clamp
on each one. The pain, sharp at first, eased after a few moments. “Too tight?”

“No Sir. I think it’s okay.” She felt pleased with herself.
She could follow his commands and was enjoying this, and the audience didn’t
bother her. Then he brought another chain and she hesitated.

He hooked one end of this chain to her collar. “Kneel up
straight and push your shoulders back.” Doing so shoved her breasts out on
display as well at the butt plug sticking out of her ass. The chain connected
to her collar demeaned her and made her feel vulnerable. Tears stung her eyes
for the first time.

“Stand now, my pet.” He reached down and helped her stand
then tugging on the chain, made her walk in her shackles to the table. He
picked up various instruments and looked at her expression each time. “This
one?”

“Yes Sir,” she answered. When he picked up the metal rod,
the one the sadist used on his sub, she froze. “If that pleases you, Sir.”

“Very good. You understand the power exchange more than you
realize. We’ll save that for punishment.” He selected a riding crop and walked
her back to the middle of the room. With the spreader bar attached to her
ankles, walking was difficult. Emma tried not looking at the spectators. The
humiliation was enough as it was and if she saw them, she feared she’d burst
out in tears.

“Put the bar behind your neck. Can you do that?” he asked.

She did. It made her breasts stand out. With the riding
crop, he tapped her ass, her thighs and her pussy. The sting was sharp and
different and she yelped. This she didn’t like and he apparently heard the
anger in her voice.

“Surrender your pain to me,” he commanded.

Finally the tone of her murmurs eased.

“Better.” He placed the crop down and put another blanket on
the bed. Helping her over to the bed, he eased her down onto her back then
removed the ankle spreader bar. Emma stretched her legs. A moment later, he
brought a vibrator, lubed and ready. He slid it inside her pussy without much
warning. The angle rested against her clit and she would come in no time in
this position.

“Do not come until I tell you. If you’re close, tell me the
word
edge
.”

“Yes Sir.”

“This will sting a bit.” He removed one nipple clamp and the
pain was excruciating. She cried out. He rubbed the tip with his thumb until
the pain subsided then did the same to the other. Fondling her breasts, he
gazed down at her. The lust and admiration in his eyes made her heart leap.

“Will you make love to me here? Sir?” she asked.

He frowned. “And you were doing so well.” He left the bed
and returned with that rod she feared. “On your stomach.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot.” She complied. He smacked her
once with the rod. Just once. Enough to make his point but not to be cruel.

He bent down to her and whispered into her ear. “When you
submit and surrender, your complete trust is a beautiful gift. You’ll
experience a depth of desire and love you never thought possible.”

“Yes Sir. I want that.”

“We’re only starting here, my pet. Remember I’m a
neurosurgeon. I know every nerve ending in your body. Every one that can bring pain
and exquisite pleasure. Trust me.”

“Edge, Sir.”

He flipped off the vibrator. “With time, I can make you come
on command.” He took off his shirt. He looked glorious, his wide, muscular
chest in the medieval backdrop. She was his slave and wanted to be his slave in
every way. He flipped on the vibrator again.

“Fight it. Don’t come yet.”

“Yes Sir. But I’m very close.”

“I know.” He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. He
wasn’t wearing underwear. Now he too was naked. His cock was hard and rested against
his flat stomach.

He stroked her neck then caressed her, stopping to pinch her
or apply pressure at various places, sending a spray of sensations to her
nipples or groin. She groaned and her body shook from the pleasure. He was
right, he knew every nerve, every pressure point that heightened pleasure. He
pinched an area on her arm and her thigh, and her vagina clenched. Then he pinched
her clit exquisitely and painfully. She moaned and squirmed. She was in
sensation overload.

She wanted him deep inside her, but she wouldn’t ask. She
ached to come, but she’d wait until he gave her permission. She was his to do
with as he wished. “Edge,” she cried out.

He flipped off the vibrator then removed it. She groaned. He
wasn’t going to allow her to come tonight. How long would he make her hold off
this time? A day? A week? She doubted she could wait five minutes.

Then he slipped on a condom and got onto the bed, kneeling
between her legs. Slowly he pulled the butt plug out and placed it and the
vibrator off to the side. He moved over her and kissed her, his mouth opening,
drawing in her tongue. When he finished the kiss, he moved to her ear and
whispered, “Ready for me, pet?”

“Yes Sir.”

He pressed his cock at her channel and thrust inside. Her
hips rose off the bed as he pumped his body deep and hard. Her wrists were
still attached to the bar so she couldn’t do much with her hands. But she could
wrap her legs around him. The rhythm was perfect and her body so ready. A few
more thrusts and she would come. “Edge, Sir.”

“Come for me, pet. Come for me now.”

She did, harder than she ever came in her life. Tremors
shook her body and she cried out as the orgasm seemed to go on for a long time.
Adrian groaned and grabbed her hips, pumping harder and faster then stopped as
his release came. He collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms. While
he held her, he unshackled her wrists. Emma was free to wrap her arms around
his neck.

“Beautiful, so beautiful.” He cradled her to him and kissed
her forehead. “How are you?” he asked after several minutes.

“Good, Sir. Wonderful.” She thought for a moment.
“Lightheaded but okay.”

“Hang here and I’ll get you water.” He got up, brought her a
damp cloth and a bottle of water. “There’s a bathroom outside where we can
clean up in a few minutes. I’ll straighten and clean the room and we can sit in
the lounge for a while until I know you’re fine.”

He held her close to his chest, stroking her hair and her
back. “That was wonderful,” she whispered.

He laughed deep in his throat. “I’m glad.” He helped her on
with her dress and she got up, finally glancing around at the crowd. Many had
started to leave. Her eyes fell onto a familiar face. She froze. James, the
reporter from
Scandal,
was in the crowd, watching her and grinning.