Chapter 9 – Chrissy
If I thought I could take back control of this relationship through some well-timed oral sex, Adam showed me different. I was kind of baffled— it had always worked before. A guy gets too demanding, too needy, too…I don’t know, pushy, and all I had to do was remind him that if he wanted some occasional mind-blowing orgasms, he’d remember who was in charge.
Adam was secure enough to let me take the lead, but he was proud enough that he insisted on calling the shots sometimes too. He wasn’t a control freak—he trusted me. That was a great feeling, because I’d never wanted or needed that from a man before. But he demanded that I trust him too—and that was a little harder, because with the single exception of my brother Jack, no man I’d ever met had proved that he could be trusted.
But Adam was Jack’s best friend for a reason, and in matters of character and rock-solid dependability, they were very much alike.
I could trust him.
So, once we’d eaten, and I knew he was still hella horny, he stood up and said, “Let me show you something.”
He took my hand and led me through a short hallway with shelves on either side. It ended in a doorway, and he pulled me through it. It led to a small suite—a bedroom with four twin beds, unmade and dusty, and a bathroom and not much else.
“These were the servants’ quarters when this was first built,” he explained. “The kitchen maids slept here, so that they could get up very early without disturbing anyone else. By the time the family got up, they’d have breakfast ready, coffee or hot tea, and have started anything they needed for lunch or dinner. They were very smart and strong, and very, very obedient.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Obedient? They must’ve hated that.”
“Probably.” He nodded slowly and stepped toward me.
“So…” I said, “if this were your house, I’d have to obey you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Hmmm…” I pressed against him. “And what kinds of things would you make me do?”
“I don’t know,” he murmured. “But if the master of the house crawled into bed with you in the middle of the night, you couldn’t do much about it.”
“I’d probably be irritated that I was losing sleep!”
He laughed. “But I’m the master, so you have to do what I say.”
“Okay, master.” I rolled my eyes to show him how seriously I wasn’t taking all this.
“Very nice.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Take off your dress.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, take off your dress. You’re the servant, aren’t you?”
If I hadn’t seen the mischievous gleam in his eye, I might have resisted more. Or given him a right hook across his jaw—Jack taught me how to defend myself. But, well…I had just blue-balled him in the music room. And if the tentpole in the front of his trousers was any indication, he was still feeling it.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
I started undoing the buttons down the front of my sundress. Soon, I stood before him in the underwear I’d put on specifically for him—crotchless black lace panties, black lacy bra with the nipples cut out, and my high-heeled sandals.
“Good girl,” Adam murmured.
I loved looking sexy, and in my trashy lingerie with my heels on, I knew I did. Most college boys would have been coming against my leg by now, but Adam just stood looking down at me. I wished I could read his expression—I was hoping the intensity of it meant that he wanted me, but honestly, I couldn’t tell.
“What would you like me to do now, sir?” I prompted him.
He reached out a hand and stroked my face. I wasn’t expecting it, and it was so tender that I closed my eyes and turned my face into his hand. He paused, then continued his caress down my throat and shoulder, then down to my breast and exposed nipple. He touched it gently, then bent his head and kissed it, and finally took it lightly into his mouth.
He sucked on it, then flicked it with his tongue, then sucked some more, never putting too much pressure on it. His big hands stroked down my sides and hips and then back up again. I rested my hands on his shoulders, but soon I was digging my fingers into the muscles.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Suck me harder.”
He didn’t look up or change pace. “That’s not how you ask for things.” His tongue flicked out across my nipple again. “Especially not from your boss.”
I swallowed. “Please sir,” I said as humbly as I could, “would you please suck me harder?”
“Good girl,” he murmured. He sucked me harder and I arched my back, pressing my tits into his face. Then he backed away a step, leaving me without any sucking at all. I started to pout, but then he unbuckled his belt and let his pants and briefs fall to the floor.
“Come here,” he growled. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His erection poked against my pussy, and with a few adjustments he slid his cock into me. I gasped. I started to ride him, to get that hot, hard cock deeper, and he started to thrust. He put his hands on my ass and bent to take a tit in his mouth again, and sucked hard. I cried out and rode him harder as I came.
There was no better feeling in the world than having Adam’s cock inside me. He thrust several more times and came also, and we collapsed onto each other, still standing in the middle of the servants’ quarters.
“Why—” I panted “—why didn’t we use the beds?”
“Too dirty,” he murmured against my neck. He placed a kiss on the curve between my neck and shoulder. “Can’t make love to a goddess on a dirty bed.”
I laughed weakly. “But you can treat her like a servant? Okay.” But I loved that he said things like that. I loved that he found me beautiful and desirable. I loved that he said “make love,” like he was recording it for a romance novel.
“Want me to get down?” I offered. “Though I warn you, I’m not entirely sure I can stand.”
“I’ll catch you,” he said. He lowered me down his body until my feet touched the floor.
I was still shaky, but I could stand. “May I put my dress back on…sir?” I said mischievously.
He pulled up his pants and began buckling his belt. “Yes, but leave it unbuttoned.”
“Okay,” I said, “but you have to unbutton your shirt. If you can see my chest, it’s only fair that I get to see yours.”
“You’re not every good at this obedience thing,” he mused, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Maybe I just need more practice.”
He gave me a hot look, and I had a feeling we’d be practicing that one again soon. I was willing to play, but turnabout was fair play too. We’d be practicing both versions of that little game.
“Tell me about your work with animals,” he said, taking my hand.
“Really? You want to know about my classes and stuff?”
“That would be fine,” he said. “But why veterinary medicine? You must have a reason that you love animals so much. Tell me about that.”
We walked around the rest of the mansion while I told him of my interest in science, and my affection for animals. I told him about how my father didn’t think it was very suitable—not because he was sexist, but because it wasn’t business or law, and Jack had already let him down by not going into the family business.
“And I get the appeal of building something, of putting a project together and making sure all the pieces of it work like they should,” I said earnestly. “I really do. But animals need people who have compassion, because they can’t speak for themselves, and they need people to be kind and competent─”
Out of nowhere, he picked me up and held me in his arms. He kissed me hard, then walked up the enormous sweeping staircase with me clinging onto his neck for dear life.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I murmured.
“Can’t help it.” He shrugged. “This staircase demands that the man sweep the woman into his arms and carry her up it. I don’t make the rules!”
I laughed as he put me down at the top of the steps.
“Besides,” he said, tilting my chin up, “you are so adorable. The way you were talking about animals, you get so excited, and it’s so cute. I just wanted to scoop you up.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Was I talking too much? Jack says—”
He rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. You were adorable. Maybe Jack doesn’t find you as cute as I do.”
“I doubt it!”
“Let’s finish looking through these bedrooms and get out of here, okay?” He took my hand again and started to walk down the hall.
“Yeah, okay. Are you like this at the office?”
He glanced back at me. “Like what?”
“Fun, adventurous, sweet, romantic…”
I was surprised to see him blush. He shook his head. “Of course not. That’s work. This is reality.”
“So this is the real you then?” I thought about that for a minute. A car door slammed in the distance and Adam looked up—I think he was relieved by the interruption. “Yeah, that makes sense. You have to be all serious and adult-y at work, especially with my father around, right? But with me, you don’t. I can only conclude that Mansion Adam is the real Adam, and Businessman Office Adam is the fake.”
“Can’t they both be me?” He opened a door and glanced around an empty bedroom suite.
“They could,” I agreed. “But I’m betting I know which one is the real Adam Gardner.”