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Cocking his dark head to the side, he asked blandly, “Don’t you think it’s time you experimented a little then? Or are you content with staying on the sidelines or fucking in the dark while life goes on around you?”

Since her daughter’s death, she had indeed been content to let life go on around her, preferring to wallow in the darkness of her grief rather than allowing herself to feel any pleasure. Unexpectedly, she had found indulging in pleasure, especially the pleasure she had found here, with this man, had given her a much needed reprieve from her sorrow, a reprieve she really wanted to lose herself in again.

“All right, just be careful.”

“Sophie, sweet, I’m always careful.”

Chapter Eight

Adrian soaped up her curls as well as everywhere between them and her anus before running the razor smoothly over her mound. The soft tug of her curls coming off was surprisingly erotic, or was it the way his fingers constantly ran over her smoothly bared skin? When he moved between her legs and proceeded to pull her folds to the side, scraping off every scrap of hair, she tried hard not to squirm in mortification. Having his face so close to her pussy in the dark had been one thing, here, in the brightly lit bathroom, he was slowly baring her completely, leaving her more exposed and vulnerable than she had ever felt before.

“Be still.”

Adrian’s dictate was accompanied by a sharp slap on her thigh, the slight sting sending shards of pleasure to her already over stimulated senses. Her arms ached with the need to touch him, or herself, and her hands were clenched in tight fists as she resisted the effort to jerk against the restraints. The feeling of helplessness being bound gave her seemed to enhance her already heightened arousal and she was beginning to see why Nora and Rachel enjoyed being tied up, or down as the case may be.

“There, all done.” Adrian rose and set the razor on a shelf before grabbing one of the handheld sprayers. Grinning mischievously down at her flushed face, her tight nipples added proof of her excitement, he said, “Tell me how you like having a bare pussy.” Strategically aiming the warm water directly on her now bare folds, he used his other hand to hold her raised thigh spread wide as he slowly washed away all the soap and hairs until her skin was pink and glowing and her hips were arching towards him.

“Oh, my God.” Throwing her head back, Sophie closed her eyes, relishing the new sensations washing over her as thoroughly as the warm water was washing away every soapy residue and hair follicle. It was amazing, she thought, how much more she could feel, how quickly her slick labia swelled and her pussy filled with moisture as her clit throbbed in need of direct stimulation. When Adrian turned the nozzle to a pulsing spray instead of the soft mist, spread her lips, baring her clit and took aim, it was like striking a match to fuel. The pulsating beats of warm water against her aroused flesh was more than she could take and she erupted into pleasure so intense she screamed as her body shook from head to toes with the contractions coming from her pussy.

It had been a long time since Adrian had gotten so much pleasure from bringing a woman to orgasm, a long time since he had felt desire so strong it nearly brought him to his knees and a long time since he had wanted more from a woman than sex. Sophie’s response was so open, so real and unguarded it moved him in ways he couldn’t describe and simply didn’t want to contemplate. He would fuck her, bring her enough pleasure to temporarily ease the pain she lived with on a daily basis, but he refused to explore these unwanted feelings she continued to draw out of him. It wasn’t the memory of Nicole, the wife who had betrayed him and killed any love he had ever felt for her that drove him so relentlessly, but the memory of a younger, more innocent and carefree girl that he had befriended in high school, welcomed into his home and into his bed as they all got older that he remembered and swore he would avenge.

As Sophie slowly came back to her senses, Adrian returned the sprayer then turned all the shower heads on them so they were both under a soft spray of heated, misting water before reaching up to release her hands. Her warm, soft, pliant body fell against his, her beaded nipples stabbing his chest, the soft bare folds of her pussy easily felt against his hard thigh. Pushing her against the wall, he once again drew her leg up to rest on the seat, spreading her thigh to expose her completely to his gaze.

“Feel yourself, Sophie,” he rasped as his cock wept with the need to fuck her. Drawing her right hand down, he pushed her palm against her flesh. “Feel how good it can be, you pleasuring yourself while I pleasure both of us.”

Sophie’s arms ached as she lowered them and damn if that telltale sign of her submission to this man and his alternative sex didn’t add to her already erotically overwrought senses. Without hesitation, she felt the softness of her bare folds first then the warm slickness of her inner sheath as she slipped a finger inside herself, the hard look on his face as he wrapped his hand around his cock and watched her spurring herself on despite the flush that crept up her neck and face. Looking down, she saw her exposed clit, saw and felt how swollen it was, how that small bundle of nerves ached to be touched.

The awe on her expressive face was his undoing and Adrian tightened his hand around his cock and slowly pushed the broad head of his penis past her folds until just that part of him was embedded inside the warm, wet haven of her pussy while her finger lightly caressed her clit.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said harshly.

Lifting her eyes to his, she admitted, “So do you. Fuck me Adrian. Please.”

“Rub yourself against me, Sophie, show me how you like to be pleasured.” Adrian entered her a little further before pulling back until just his cockhead remained snuggled inside. With one hand still wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, he gripped one round, wet, still warm buttock with his other hand and pushed her towards him until she enveloped several more inches, her finger moving rapidly over her clit as he moved with short jerky stabs in and out of her.

Sophie whimpered from the dual pressure on her clit from both her finger and his cock rubbing over her sensitive flesh and when his broad hand kneading her ass moved to her crack and he slid one finger into her anus, she simply let the bombardment of sensations overtake her. Endless, unstoppable, overwhelming pleasure filled her, so intense she had to release her clit and brace her hands on Adrian’s broad, hard shoulders as she rode it out with body jerking convulsions.

Adrian pulled her towards him with his finger in her ass, allowing his cock to be completely enveloped by her cunt as she climaxed. The spasmodic clutches of her slick walls around his dick set off his own climax, and with her breathless whimpers egging him on, he followed her into bliss.

Sophie barely had time to run upstairs and dress before Adam, Nora, James and Rachel arrived with pizza. Her body still humming with pleasure, her now softened nipples still aching and her pussy and ass still throbbing from Adrian’s use, she couldn’t prevent the silly grin on her face as she went back downstairs. She didn’t kid herself about Adrian’s demeanor making a drastic one eighty since they were having sex. On the contrary, she had watched the familiar mask of indifference descend on his face as he dried her off, wrapped the towel around her and shooed her upstairs as if she was a pesky child he had finally lost patience with. But she was getting to know him better now and she knew that cold indifference he showed to everyone hid emotions he didn’t want to face or explore which was fine with her since she preferred leaving any emotions out of their relationship. Employee and occasional fuck buddy was all she was interested in.

Good natured teasing, laughter and the aromatic smell of freshly baked pizza drew her into the kitchen, the loud rumbling from her stomach heralding her arrival.

“Good Lord!” Rachel exclaimed with a wicked grin. “Didn’t Adrian feed you this afternoon after you spent your day off helping out?”

“She fed us, Miss Smarty pants,” Adrian replied coolly as he stepped into the kitchen behind her. “But not near enough, so I hope you brought plenty.”

“Hey, Adrian, you’re getting to be a regular social butterfly lately. It’s about time you came out of your self-imposed exile and joined us again. Dare we hope you’ll follow us into the den later?” James tossed three large pieces of pizza on a paper plate and handed it to him with a wicked grin.

Taking the plate, Adrian simply said, “Thanks,” ignoring the rest of his comment. “How’re the roads?”

“They were completely cleared by the time we headed here. By tomorrow, you’ll never know we were hit that badly.” James handed a plate to Rachel who thanked him by reaching up and giving him an open mouth kiss. “Keep it up, woman, and our pizza’ll get cold.”

“Ah, you’re so romantic,” Rachel sighed dramatically as she took a seat.

“Romantic is definitely not an adjective I’d apply to any of these guys,” Nora said as she pulled Sophie down to sit next to her.

Adam tapped her on the back of her head before sitting on her other side, retorting, “You wouldn’t like us so much if we were sappy and you know it.”

Nudging Sophie just as she took a bite of gooey meat lover’s pizza, Nora asked, “Which do you prefer, Sophie? A sensitive, romantic boyfriend or a dominating, hard ass lover?”

Sophie practically choked on her pizza and grabbed the glass of water Adrian slid over to her with a smirk with both hands. After washing down the wad stuck in her throat, she lifted watery eyes to Nora’s mischievous face. “Uh, I don’t have enough experience with either type to have a preference.”

“An evasive answer if I’ve heard one,” Rachel quipped.

James tugged her hair, hard, before saying, “Leave the girl alone. She’s still adjusting to all of us while trying not to piss off her taciturn boss, and she’s doing an admirable job of it.” Winking at Sophie, he bit into his pizza with relish.

“He’s not that bad,” Sophie defended Adrian. “I mean, he’s got a lot on his mind. I don’t need him to treat me with kid gloves.”

“And he appreciates that, Sophie,” Adrian drawled, secretly pleased at her defense of him even though what James said was true. “Now, can we talk about something else?”

Sophie mostly listened to the conversation going on around her, participating when addressed or she felt compelled, but otherwise content to sit back, listen and enjoy the easy way these people got along. Sammy jumped in her lap, and she ignored the good natured teasing when she fed her little bites as she tried to keep her eyes from shifting to Adrian across the table too often. As the pizza boxes emptied and suggestions were made about whether to watch a movie or play cards or simply play with each other, she held her breath waiting to see what Adrian was going to do.

Adrian hadn’t mentioned getting together again before sending her upstairs to dress earlier and gave no indication tonight if he was going to go to his suite or join them in the den which left Sophie in a quandary about what she wanted to do. If he didn’t join them, did she want to go back to watching again or would she welcome being included with one of the other couples? She was really hoping Adrian wouldn’t leave her to make that decision, but, as usual, she couldn’t read anything from him, let alone see any kind of reassuring warmth in his bland look.

As the girls gathered up the paper plates and empty boxes, Adrian took a long draw on his beer, looking over the tipped bottle at Sophie. For over a year, he had avoided the get-togethers unless his need for a climax other than from his hand drove him down to seek relief from Nora or Rachel, or both. Since he had already broken his self-imposed abstinence from intercourse, he figured he might as well go all the way and start playing again. Besides, the nagging thought of Sophie playing with one or more of the others without him participating, or at least watching, wasn’t sitting well with him. Just one more niche in his armor that had him questioning himself and his commitment to find out if Adam or Ash had been the one to betray him.

His own inspection of the generator hadn’t turned up anything suspicious, thus lending credence to Adam’s conjecture that kids or a simple accident had caused the gas to become disengaged. As much as he hated his suspicions, he couldn’t help wondering if Adam, who was the only one here last night besides himself, had done something to it and, if so, for what purpose? Damn, he thought with a surge of self-disgust, now he was suspecting his cousin of acts of sabotage that had no basis or reason. He really was going off the deep end with his distrust and maybe joining in wholeheartedly with the group would help set his mind on a more reasonable course.

Before he could change his mind, he rose from the table and surprised everyone by saying, “I vote for playtime then a movie.” Coming around to where Sophie sat, he simply held out his hand and let her make the next move.

Surprise kept everyone quiet until Sophie’s widened eyes lit with pleasure and she took his hand, her body already swelling with expectant desire as she rose and followed him into the den, relief filling her that he would make all the choices for her tonight and all she had to do was follow his lead. As he led her to the den, Sophie was beginning to love the way Adrian took control when it came to sex, leaving her no time to worry if he wanted her, no time to ponder on whether this was right or wrong, not even time to debate whether she wanted to do this or not.

When Adrian dropped her hand, casually ordered her to strip before walking over to a cabinet that she knew held their sex toys, Sophie didn’t even think about refusing. She was more than ready for more of those experiences that took her mind off her grief and reminded her that life was still worth living. For the first time, Sophie wasn’t concerned about her nakedness in front of the others as she slipped out of her clothes, James and Adam’s low voices and Nora and Rachel’s answering laughter coming from behind her as the men led them to the fold out benches.

“You are a lovely woman,” Adrian told her when he turned to see her slipping off her panties before lifting to face him with a hint of shyness and an abundance of expectation. Taking a seat on the same large, stuffed arm chair she had masturbated in a few weeks ago while watching the others, he set the toy he had chosen for tonight on the small end table and drew her slowly down across his lap. Resting his hand on her vulnerable ass, he asked, “Are you sore from earlier?”