Werebeasties (6 page)

A wave of relief washed over her. Adam liked the dress.

She glanced at the price tag and cringed. “But it’s too expensive…”

“Shush. Let me worry about that. The dress looks pretty on you and I like it.”

“You sure?”

“Sam.” A warning tone laced his voice. It seemed he didn’t like to be argued with.

Sam threw her hands up. “Okay. Thank you.”

A smile found its way to Adam’s lips. “No problem.”

“I’ll just go change back.”

Adam merely nodded. Sam turned back to the dressing booth. Adam followed her.

“Let me help you with that…”

A wicked thrill surged past her.
He wants to
…

Maybe buying her a dress was his excuse to get her out of her pants. Silly man. She was eager and willing without him turning tricks. Lust flared within her. Suddenly, she was dying for his touch. Like the first time she’d met him.

Adam invited himself into the dressing booth. He closed the door behind him and helped her out of the expensive dress. The place was designed for one person. Adam managed to fit in without it being cramped. Sam stood in her underwear, gaze on the mirror. It felt kind of weird. She was almost naked while Adam was fully dressed. He was in power while she had been stripped down to submission.

He hung the dress on the hook. His eyes zeroed in on her naked chest. Her nipples tightened instantly. She remembered how good it felt when Adam played with them. And how he had denied her release.

“Turn around,” Adam ordered.

She obeyed.

They stood face to face, almost touching. Her nipples grazed his crisp sport jacket suit. Her belly fluttered. Her pussy hummed in longing.

Adam bent down and kissed her. Sam welcomed the kiss with greed. He ran his hands all over her, groping and kneading. Her breath came out as stuttered gasps. She touched him back. His chest. His flat belly. She touched his groin. Adam let out a growl. The man was aroused. His cock jumped under his designer slacks.

She broke the kiss. “May I?” she asked breathlessly.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Sure…”

Sam squeezed his erection.

A strangled moan escaped his throat.

Sam unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Adam’s cock bulged behind the restraint of his briefs. She planted an experimental kiss on it. His cock twitched. Adam purred happily.

She yanked his pants down and pulled his briefs to his knees. His cock sprang free. He was as impressive as David. Slightly shorter, but fatter. His crown was almost as big as a medium plum. Sam got dizzy just by looking at him.

She opened her mouth and licked him. Slowly. From his dark thatch to his enormous tip. He groaned. Pearly liquid dripped from his slit. She ran her tongue over it, sweeping back and forth. A salty yet creamy taste flooded her mouth. She was surprised to find him more pleasant tasting than her ex. Jared had a slightly bitter, soapy tang taste.

Suddenly, she felt ravenous for him. She stretched out her jaw to accommodate his girth and slowly sucked him until his crown touched the back of her throat. A gag reflex surged through her momentarily. She was trying to take him too much, too soon. She sucked again. Adam’s groan turned louder. When she looked up, Adam was watching her with ecstasy in his eyes. Pride swelled in her chest. She pleased him. And from the gruff growling noise he made, she thought she’d made a grown man cry.

“Samantha…” he whispered. He buried his fingers in her hair, clenching and unclenching. His breathing
laboured
.

He looked as if he was close to the edge of coming. Sam sucked harder. She massaged his shaft and balls.

Adam stiffened. He stopped her all of a sudden. “Get up.” His voice was rough, as if it had taken him a tremendous effort to speak.

She paused, not quite catching what he meant.

Adam eased himself out of her mouth. “Up,” he barked this time.

She shambled to her feet. Adam seized her arms and pushed her against the mirror. He plastered his mouth on hers, kissing her hard. Fabric tore. He had ripped her panties, his hand was on her mound a heartbeat later, stroking her dripping pussy. He pushed her legs apart.

He nudged her wet seam. Without a word, Adam penetrated her.

Sam cried out.

His fat cock ripped her open, spearing until his thatch grazed her clitoris. The air suddenly thinned. She couldn’t breathe. That stretched, pain-and-pleasure feeling returned. She hadn’t really recovered from David’s fuck-a-thon last night, but she welcomed this one.

“Mr Hauser…”

“Call me Adam.”

“Adam.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as he rocked her with shallow, hummingbird thrusts. “I…”

She wanted to say the pleasure he gave her was beyond words. She also wanted to say that he didn’t need to think about her pleasure. He started to pick up his pace and ram her with a series of short, rapid fucks. All thoughts evaporated from her mind.

She creamed luxuriously, glazing his cock with her liquid lust.

She cried instead, sobbing on his shoulder.

Adam seemed eager to finish what she had started. He pounded her with relentless thrusts until she couldn’t stave off the temptation any longer. She surrendered.

A shock wave of orgasm claimed her whole.

Her body quaked. She floated to oblivion. Adam slammed a half dozen more strokes and climaxed. His cock spurted in her depths. His body shook. They convulsed together as they rode the endorphins and at the same time, trying not to make any conspicuous noise. Adam kissed her gently. Her cunt squeezed him in inward strokes. His cock slowly grew soft. She tightened her muscles, choking his shaft. Adam cursed. Just for fun, she did it again. He suffocated her with a long kiss until she almost fainted from lack of oxygen.

He let her go. She gasped for air.

Adam withdrew and fixed himself decent.

Sam felt shaky, her knees weakening. Adam held her, supporting her weight.

“You okay?”

She nodded.

“For moment, I thought I’d gone too hard on you. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Silly. He didn’t hurt her and he certainly never would. “No,” she whispered. She pulled his collar and stole a kiss from him. He mauled her back.

The kiss.

Sam was amazed. Why did kissing her employer feel this way? He branded her to the soul when he kissed her. She felt the same way with David, too. Sam found the experience mind-shattering. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She had been hired as nothing but their whore.

She blinked and caught her breath. Adam kissed the side of her jaw, murmuring endearments that were too sweet for words. She tightened her arms. He made her feel special and loved.

What the hell was going on?

* * * *

She had imagined the gala would be something like the Hollywood movies—beautiful people with million-dollar looks sipping vintage champagne and kissing ass or complaining to each other about their perfect lives. The reality wasn’t far from it. Five minutes into the party and she felt like an outcast. She kept her mouth shut so people wouldn’t find out she didn’t belong in their class. Adam might have dressed her prettily but she was as clueless as a peasant in a royal palace.

Thankfully, she, Adam, and David had arrived fashionably late. Adam was making his social rounds with a bunch of old ladies in heavy makeup and heavier jewellery as they were seated at their table. David sat next to her.

He leaned closer and asked, “How do you like the party so far?”

She gave a diplomatic answer. “I’m enjoying it.”

The corner of David’s lips curved upward. “Don’t worry, I hate it too. I wish I could avoid it, but attending events such as this one becomes a necessity to maintain social networks.”

Her thoughts drifted to her co-workers in the factory and their backyard parties. Compared to these people, the world she came from seemed so simple and unpretentious.

David nodded in Adam’s direction. Adam was in a deep conversation with a blonde woman wrapped in a blue satin gown that seemed offensively garish when worn by a woman her age. Her arms were droopy. Her skin was white and pasty, rivalling the neighbourhood Goth kids Sam knew back home.

“That’s Lily Huntington. She’s a famous Aspen busybody, or rather infamous busybody, depending on how you see it. Lily has been trying to match Adam with one of her friend’s daughters and she’s been quite a bug on Adam’s ass for the past few years.”

Sam snorted. Why was he telling her this?

A waiter came by and filled their glasses with water.

“Thank you.” David cast her a conspiratorial grin. “Adam usually prefers not to attend Lily’s parties. This time he wanted Lily to stop being a matchmaker.”

She still didn’t get why David was telling her this.

David studied her face. “Dear Christ. You’re really that innocent, aren’t you?”

“Oh.” It suddenly hit her. She blushed. “That’s so silly. What will Mr Houser use as an excuse when my contract is up?”

The look on David’s face changed, turning serious. “What do you think of a permanent position? We’d be prepared to offer you a lot of perks.”

She rounded her eyes. He must be joking.

Someone came to their table and their conversation cut off. It was another tall hunk with dark hair and gold-coloured eyes. He didn’t wear a tuxedo and black tie like Adam and David. The man was swathed in a black sports jacket and jeans. His white shirt wasn’t tucked in and a couple of upper buttons were open as if he wanted to give a big middle finger to the dress code of the gala.

 
Bad boy. Sam kind of liked the bad-boy type.

He leisurely pulled out a chair next to hers and snagged her hand. He lifted it and brought it to his lips.

“Samantha.” As a bad boy, he kissed her hand like a true gentleman, suprisingly.

A shiver of thrills curled at the base of her skull.

“This is Calvin Neutzel. You’ve finally met him,” David introduced. “Calvin, this is Sam. Be good to her.”

Calvin shot David a disapproving look. “Don’t give the impression I’d like to break things. Or rough stuff up. In fact, I’m very gentle.”

David snorted. “Sure.”

Calvin raked his gaze over her appreciatively. “You look absolutely lovely, Samantha.” He leaned towards her and whispered, “Do you know that tonight should be my turn spending the night with you?”

“Oh.” Heat crept into her cheeks. “I didn’t know that.”

 
“Yeah. With a lovely lady in the house, I can see why Adam couldn’t wait to dip his wick.”

More like a soda can. Wick was such an understatement. Sam repressed her urge to giggle. She felt so naughty.

“You’ve met Calvin.” Adam’s voice startled her from behind. He seemed to have finally broken the conversation with the grand dame of busybodies. He looked relieved.

“Yes. She’s much prettier in person.”

Adam tapped the back of Calvin’s seat. “I believe this is my reserved seat.”

Calvin shot him a dirty look. “You want me to move? In your dreams. I like this seat.”

Adam lowered his head, whispering, “Come on. Lily Huntington is watching. I told her Sam is my date.”

“Fine. But it comes at a price.” Calvin got up from his chair and took a seat directly across the table from her.

Adam occupied the vacated seat. He pushed the chair closer to her, acting as if she was his property. Lily Huntington stepped up to the podium and started her speech. Everybody clapped. Throngs of waiters dispersed the appetiser on the guests’ tables. It was minestrone soup. Sam waited until everybody had taken a spoon and dipped into the bowl before she tasted it. It was delicious. The best minestrone she’d ever had.

Calvin spooned the soup into his mouth and regarded it with delight. “Delicious.” He leant forwards and spoke in a low voice that only the three of them could hear. “What colour panties are you wearing, Sam? Do they match your dress?”

She almost choked on her soup.

David also watched her with interest.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because I’m a curious cat.”

Adam snorted.

“They are…black,” Sam said.

“Hmm. Just what I thought.” Calvin scanned the surroundings. “Give them to me.”

“What?”

Calvin’s eyes burned brighter. “Slide your panties off and give them to me.”