5 comments/ 7369 views/ 3 favorites Wine Bar By: GoldenMaia It looked like glitter in the grey morning light. As though a stripper had gone on a mass rampage through the street and strewn the silvery flecks all along the sidewalk and adjoining roadway. If it weren't for the busted bricks and torn pavement, it might have been beautiful. The glass of the storefront had blown open, casting sparkling shafts of glass in all directions. Not only for her show, The Winebar but for all the shops on the tree lined street. Karen had to take a moment to soak it all in, the busted cement and the uprooted tree that fell over part of her shop. 'Do not cry', she commanded herself as she bit into the inside corner of her cheek. Maybe it wasn't so bad inside. She pushed away the gibbering side of her mind that demanded how she was going to pay for all this! How was she going to come back from this set back? Maybe it wasn't so bad inside. It was just glass. That could be replaced. The bricks could be reset. The big crack in the wall surely wasn't the foundation. It wasn't until she pushed open the door and smelled the alcohol that she felt the hot sting spark against her eyes. 'Do not cry fucking cry!' The floor was submerged in water, the water line must have busted as well? As she pad into the room, her white shoes turned red and she realized it wasn't water at all as the wine soaked swiftly through and into her socks. The walls inside that had carefully cradled the ten years of hard work, exploration and collection, slumped and sagged in places. In other places the shelves were violently torn from the walls. The valuable contents lay shattered and jumble along the floor, scattered and ruined, the lifeblood of wine pooling all around her. There was no waking up from this nightmare. No one was going to come and save her. Despite how often she looked down out the shattered window, no hunky, hulking fireman in his tight suits came charging out with broom at the ready to sweep her up with his burly arm and save her. "Alright Karen-nothing's going to get cleaned up unless you start doing it." In a haze of heart sickness, she put on the heavy gloves and got to work putting the broken bottles into the bin. "What the fuuuuck?" A youthful voice asked just behind her as Freddie came sauntering up to the shattered storefront and peered through the frame that once held the plate glass window. His youthful face looked gaunt and haunted as he gawked like some landed fish. "The fuuuuuck!" Lean shoulders slumped forward as disappointment rolled off of him. He swept a pale, sea-green gaze back and forth through the rubble of his former workplace. He seemed to take notice of Karen only after the shock of the damage had settled into his clouded mind. "Miss Bishop. Uh-Hey. Hey, don't worry, it will be fine. We'll take care of this." This wasn't the rescue Karen wanted. Freddie could barely be trusted to find his own ass most mornings. On the best of days, he would show up an hour after his scheduled start time. Forgotten keys were the norm. This morning he showed off that freshly rolled out of bed look, in his t-shirt with, 'Fucking classy' scrawled across a rumpled chest. His fire-red hair puffed up in all directions like licks of flame. He'd still not managed to get it cut as she'd recommended almost a month ago. Even from across the wine strewn room, through the rich bouquet of the various aged vintages, she could make out the bitter scent of the joint that clung to him from getting his 'wake and bake' on. The long limbed youth walked right through the open window, huge feet in those thick soled boots crunching into the glass and rubble and he gave a big, toothy smile of reassurance. She remembered when she'd hired him two years ago, at only just twenty-one. He had been an energetic, exciting and clumsy young man. All legs and arms and teeth. She felt old watching Freddie, who had slowly grown into those long limbs. Too old. The red-head grabbed up the broom, thick fingers grasping the weathered handle with purpose. He set his jaw and started to sweep the debris around the window. "Miss Bishop. It will be ok." He said again, stronger this time, lifting his voice above the clatter and clank of the glass that was swept into a pile. "Just got to clean this up and we will be back, good as new!" He had a slight southern drawl in his rich base voice, and always called her 'miss', as though she were a belle of the south. Respectful, despite his casual laziness. When had his voice gotten so deep? Wasn't it just that Christmas when he was belting out high notes during the rare karaoke that he'd cajoled her into going to? "It's not going to be alright Freddie." She shot back, tasting the acid of her anger. Fear. He had the youthful promise of his life ahead of him, she had only the dwindling years of spiraling failure. Forty was too old to start over again. Not when it had taken her so long to get this far. "You should just go. You're going to make it worse. Will you just stop? Put down the fucking broom." Karen caught a look of herself in the shattered glass, her white-blonde hair pulled up into a messy pile, her makeup only partly on thanks to the betraying tears and the laugh lines were not masked by the makeup now. The silvery eyes that so often sparkled in delight were as hard edged as the shattered glass now. She didn't like that face that glinted back at her with the lost-girl look. The sound of the sweeping did not stop, it became an angry punctuation of the young man's determination and refusal to be sent away. ' Not. Leaving. Not. Going. Away.' Hissed the sweep and flick as the glass piled up in a messy heap. The broken bottles continued to fall into the bin as she numbly threw them away. 1989, François Raveneau, 2004 Bouchard Père & Fils, the 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvinon. Her stomach coiled somewhere near her spine and her throat closed with pain. Clank! Into the bin they went. Grace, Harlan Estate, Bryant Family, Araujo, "Eisele Vineyard". Clink. 'Just put don't think about it. ' she hissed to herself! Don't think about the ruin of the dream of having this fancy wine bar in the heart of Napa. All the people who would be denied the enjoyment of any of this precious collection. Another broken bottle with its renowned vineyard and year crashed into the bin, louder this time as she put her frustration into flinging it. 1990. 1983. No one would get to savor these wines. They soaked into her shoes and socks, they stained her shirt with their angry lifeblood. Spattered and stained by the vintages that would go unappreciated. Shatter. The bottles rang together, breaking apart against the fury of the impact. Shattered. She didn't realize that the sweeping had stopped or that she had started to cry openly until she felt the careful hands on her shoulders. Silence replaced the clatter of crunching glass and into it, she sobbed brokenly, not turning to look at him. Her gloved hands closed over her face, smearing the wine across her cheeks. The wine tasted bitter on her lips as it dipped there and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. The gloves torn from her fingers with quick, hard tugs. His chest rose and fell slowly against her back and he didn't say anything, barely touched her, was just there, hands resting on her shoulders, now and then giving a slow squeeze to let her know he was there. She threw the gloves onto the slumping bar and he slide the one hand down her arm, "It's going to be ok." He whispered down at her. When had he grown so much taller? So much thicker? The boy she saw day in and day out with his willowy arms and legs should not feel like this! Instead of the reed thin boy she expected, she found a fit and toned wall of muscle against her spine. It wasn't pot she smelled but mint when his mouth brushed her ear. The pads of his fingers were slightly roughened, they whispered with delicious friction against her smooth arm where his fingers brushed along her to comfort her. His mouth brushed along her ear, lips parting so the heat of his tongue traced the shell of her ear and she felt the rumble through his chest as he sampled the taste of her. She shouldn't be doing this! Freddie! Young Freddie! Her throat tried to form the words, but her tongue was thick as gooseflesh danced and sparked down the length of her shoulder and down her arms to the webbing of her fingers. Anger so swiftly turned to passion. Passion set fire to a need that warmed the coiling tightness in her stomach. The sensation of that grasping tension spread up through her chest until her nipples ached through the wine stained silk of her bra and shirt. The unexpected longing making her moan instead of demand him to stop. His big palm grazed down her arm to her wrist and then her fingers, dwarfing her hand with his threaded fingers with her own. Warmth spread through that touch, his grip full of unexpected confidence and promise. The pad of his thumb lightly caressed the palm, spiraling slowly outward, sending a lance of pleasure up the insides of her arms. 'What are you doing?' The pesky continence whispered within her. This was Freddie! She couldn't allow him to continue this. He was her employee! Her much distracted and irresponsible employee. It wasn't right. But even as that side of her mind tried to lead her to reason, his other hand was sliding along her neck, sweeping feathery hair from her skin so he could plant a searing kiss at the juncture of shoulder and throat from behind. The velvety warmth of his lips first and then a soft graze of teeth as he give her a small, faint nip and then swept his hot tongue across the spot, making her breath catch and her heart pound frantically somewhere with a primal mix of desire and need. Freddie was just a boy. She started to draw away, to gather her fractured self control before she got too caught up in this. "Freddie..." She found her voice enough to breath out the single word in protest as she started to lean away from him. He didn't hold her back, allowing her to slide free of his hand against hers, but his body followed her forward, taking a step so that his thigh nuzzled up against hers when her legs shifted for her forward step from him. The purely adult body was still against her back, more solid this time, and his breath fluttered against the nape of her neck as he bowed his head forward, that wild red mane tickling her skin as he played kisses along her spine where her pinned up hair exposed her neck for him. His body felt all adult. The way his hips pushed forward to nuzzle his groin against the cleft of her ass was that of a man grown. There was no mistaking the thickening of his desire through the baggy sweat pants he was wearing. "Just let me hold you." He whispered to her, still not reaching to prevent her from moving away if she wanted to. Her movements felt so slow and unsteady. An effort to try to make that next step and she felt the longer in her body pulling her towards him rather than away. Painful heartbeats ticked by and she could feel the tick of his heart thumping against her shoulders, his breath washing warmly over her flesh and she could not find the strength to take that next step. She should walk away. She knew it! All the reasons for doing the right thing flashed in her mind but none of them seemed right or good. He wouldn't be an employee now that the shop was in ruin. She wasn't expected to manage him if there was no employment. Right? She was nearly twice his age, the faltering resistance tried to insist. The voice was a faint whisper against the roar of pleasure burning through her when his arm snared around her waist and carefully lured her back against his body. The resistance against it was slight but it still made her whole body tight. She did not fight away from it. From him. Instead he only needed to apply that extra bit pressure along his hand to draw her back with an insistent tug and her resolve crumbled. A hot blush crawled up her face and she felt the heat radiating off of her in time with the drum of her heart. Around her feet, the wine made a sloshing sound and she turns to face Freddie at last. Part of her hoped seeing his long features and toothy smile would snap her back to her senses. Her stomach lurched with desire at the look in his pale green gaze. The smile was faint, a dimple showing along one corner of his cheek as he searched her eyes. No longer the coltish youngster she thought she knew. Like some childish mask had been finally pulled away to show the man within. His head bowed forward, God he was so tall, and his mouth found hers in a kiss that was anything but shy. A kiss that told her that he'd planned this for a very long time. A kiss that made her rise up on her toes to meet it. He tasted like mint and honey. He felt like velvet and silk when his tongue boldly parted her lips to sample her deeply, coiling that powerful heat around her own, a quick taste as his moan let her know how much he enjoyed it and then he dared deeper into her while his arms circled around her, pulling her flush to him. Her breasts nuzzled his chest and then crushed up against him so she could sooth the ache in her nipples against the solid plains of his chest. She felt his fingers tighten against her as the kiss heated between then, his breath a hot caress across her skin, her own panting in echo as she tangled her tongue with his, suckling against the slippery heat of him with abandon. The sound of ripping echoed through the room and she felt the fabric of the shirt give way, the buttons popping, the cloth tearing away to be tossed into the lake of ruined wine on the floor. Breaking the kiss, he bowed his head still lower, pushing the straps of her bra down, unclasping the hook with the other hand as he sunk down to his knees. Hot kisses peppered down her skin, across the swell of her breasts as he knelt for her. Through red lashes he glanced up at her while pulling down the cup of the silken bra to bring out the heavy breast with the pink nipple. The hard bud of flesh puckered into a tighter little pearl as his breath whispered across her skin. He parted his lips, all the while keeping that steady gaze on her and slowly the tip of his tongue arched out. The tip of the tongue and the tip of the nipple met with an electric shimmer of sensation. Pleasure. Need. Lust. The spreading ball of desire joined the tension in her loins and she felt the heat of her sex bloom with a heated pulse. The lick made a semi-circle around her nipple and then changed direction, swirling under it before being captured by his full lips. Why hadn't she noticed those full, sensual lips before? No longer wearing that big, goofy smile, the expression was one of haunting passion crackling in his level gaze. His tongue spiraled around the nipple that he's trapped between the suction of his lips. Faster, then slow, and just when she thought he would let the aching flesh slip free of the torment, teeth pressed into her. The other big hand closed around the unattended breast and squeezed, fingers dimpling the smooth globe of her flesh. Firm, almost painful, the grip sent a sweet ache from the nipple being ground into the rough palm and she sagged slightly, held up by the arm that still hooked around her hips for support. Again the teeth played against her nipple and he gave a series of little tugs that sent another rush of desire through her, making heat spread between her thighs. She knew she was soaking her panties, could feel the sticky cream smearing between her concealed sex as she rubbed her thighs together. Soft kisses flickered between her breasts and he switched sides, suckling the opposite nipple, lapping against it, purring out in his obvious enjoyment of the act of feasting off her full, ripe tits. The hand did not move to cup the other breast however, it slid down her stomach and then lower, cupping her sex through her clothing. "You're so hot!" He growled out at her, teeth biting against the side of her breast while his eyes burned up. "I want to taste you! I want to feel you hot little pussy coating my tongue with your need for me." The way he said it sent a thrill against her and her hips danced forward, feeling his thumb there against her, the other fingers coiling up between the cleft of her ass, squeezing. Her legs gave out then. No, that was not true. She simply crumpled to the wet floor so she could join him on her knees. Ignoring the splash of wine around her, she reached for him, pulling at his shirt, tearing at it. It came off with a rip and tear of cloth as they tangled together to get it off. He was lean and powerful under the oversized shirt. Not skinny as she'd always expected but tight with muscles over his youthful frame, with a scattering of downy red fuzz over his chest. One of his nipples was pierced, a silver hoop with a teardrop of metal hung from it. He gave her pussy another squeeze through her pants and she tore her eyes away from the beauty of his body. "I am going to tongue you until you beg me to stop." He whispered while his hand and those thick fingers pressed the fabric of her pants between the cleft of her sex. As though he'd thought of doing so for a long while. It made her heart skitter but she could only moan as he suddenly tore open the front of the slacks, clasp broken, cloth ripping and her shapely hips wriggled free, slipping and sliding against the spilled wine. "Look how wet you are!" His palm rubbed up along her pussy against only the underwear before drawing his hand back. She watched as his fingers were suckled between his lips, breathing in deep to take in the musky scent. Then he tore the underwear aside, ripping them right off to fling it aside. The wine stained her skin, flicked and licked along her thigh and ass now that she was bare. He didn't care about the wine or the mess. He glided back, still on his knees and kissed his way down her tight stomach, rolling the flat of his tongue along her navel and coaxed one of her curved thighs up along his shoulder, parting them. "You smell so good." He whispered, looking up, meeting her gaze hungrily. In sharp contrast to the chill of the wet floor, his mouth burned. He kissed against her bare mound, tongue flicking against the swollen lips while his thumb lightly traced outside them, not quite splitting the creamy folds. She could feel his fingers grow slick from her juices and moaned, tossing her head back. The musky scent of her desire mingled with the mixture of the vintages on the floor, it rippled around her, splashing up when her hips churned in response to him. She needed to feel that tongue inside her. Their eyes stayed locked and he smiled, that dimple flashing with a smirk sort of satisfaction. Then the smile was gone, the gaze dropping slowly to her pussy. Hunger blazed in his expression. When his mouth settled against her cunt at last, she cried out in pleasure. His tongue split the swollen labia and slowly stroked upward to her clit, lapping slow and genital against it with a steady caress. One lick and a second and as he made for a third, a finger slowly parted her sex and slide into her up to the second knuckle. His moan vibrated through her, a rumbling delight and torment and he closed his lips around her clit, sucking against it while the finger probed deeper. Slow. So very slow, until she was sobbing for him to fully sink that fat thickness all the way into her. It swirled and coiled, hitting her g-spot before darting back before going all the way in. The tip flicked out, flickered around the foamy lips and then drove back in, this time all the way into her, driving a cry from her lips that he echoed against the clit. His other hand cupped her breast, the thumb lightly rolling against the hardened nub of her nipple in contrast with how his lips sucked against her clit. The finger inside her thrust slowly in and out, steady and careful and then a second finger spilt her open, stretching her wider and pulling out a hoarse cry of hunger from her. The soles of her feet tingled, a liquid line of energy locking it to that tingling at the roof of her mouth. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Every inward thrust he curled those rough, powerful fingers, the friction jolting her, pulling the wire of pleasure tighter. Wine Bar Ch. 02: The Building Owner Even the bouquet of wine, could not mask the sweet, musky scent of Karen's well licked pussy. The man standing outside of her ruin of a shop continued to watch her over the frames of his reflective sunglasses. The expression he wore shifted from irritation to something more enigmatic. He stood there radiating confidence in the perfectly tailored suit. "Best pull it together. We've got some things to talk about." Adam Talbot. He'd been there for a while, her pleasure fogged brain observed. As she watched in horror, he finally shifted from leaning against the splintered wood beam, his motion like that of a big jungle cat. Deliberate and practiced, not wasting energy on unnecessary movements. One powerful leg and then the other gracefully stepped through the frame of the window and into the winebar, taking up the spot that Freddie had swept as though it were intended for him. Despite the lack of amusement, something in his posture betrayed his enjoyment of the scene he'd witnessed up to the point he announced himself to them. Legs set wide under powerful hips, arms resting easily at his sides, he stood there with his usual stillness and consumed her with his bright, azure gaze. She felt that gaze eat her hungrily, at least until Freddie's trim body leaned in to shield her from view. Adam's voice cut past the young man in payback. "Now that you've rubbed one out on the punk's face, maybe you can think clear." He continued in a carefully controlled voice. Like the posture he held, the voice tone gave no hint of emotions the man might be feeling. Not for the first time Karen wondered if he actually experienced human feelings. In dismay Karen pulled the dripping wet and torn shirt over herself, not bothering with the snapped bra. It left her nipples straining against the fabric of the shirt. Next she wriggled back into the wet pants, sans panties. Freddie remained a slim wall between herself and the man, fixing his own clothing in silence. As usual, Freddie didn't appear flustered or troubled by this situation; they might as well have been caught dusting shelves. Still, she was glad that he allowed her some modesty, even as shameless as it was. "Are you trying to get some glass up your ass?" Adam asked at last when she didn't respond to him. The way he stepped around the room put him at an angle were Freddie no longer shielded her from his smoldering gaze. Glass popping and crunching under his heady work boots as he strode in, all the while watching Karen pulling herself together without so much as a twinkle of concern for her fractured modesty. Thank goodness she was more or less covered by now. His comment made her blush, the recklessness of her actions slowly dawning on her. What was she doing? This was madness. Miraculously she was without cut or glass imbedded into her tender bits. Still, her blood was still singing at the pleasure that she'd finally allowed herself to enjoy. The risk of a bit of glass was well worth it. "Alright Freddie, continue cleaning up in here." Her voice came out too sharp, edged with a forced authority. She's not meant for it to come out so harsh but she noticed Freddie's shoulders sag slightly as she stood without taking the offered hand the young man offered to her. A much needed comfort, but that couldn't happen again. The moment was over and when she met Freddie's gaze, she saw the smoldering hunger in her employee's eyes but also the realization that it was not enough for her to fall for his charms again. Adam let out a heavy breath that sounded almost like a snort of contempt, though the expression didn't change, reserved and indecipherable. He stood to the side as Karen pushed by him, her chin lifted as she picked her way to the office in the back. "Let's get this over with." She stated over her shoulder. Once inside the room, Adam settled himself into the chair at the side of her desk with familiarity. He stretched out his long, powerful legs, showing off the cowboy boots with their fine layer of dust on them. The boots were his statement that even though he wore his expensive suit, he worked for every dime he earned. He was a big, muscular man, about thirty five. He kept his dark hair cut neat and his square jaw was clean shaven. She often thought he would smell like freshly pressed money if she allowed herself to get that close. She wouldn't dare. Of course he was good looking, and like men of his age, wealth and breeding, he knew it. Worse, she felt like he used it like a weapon. He always put her on edge. She'd hoped to have some time before facing him after the disaster of the earthquake. At least if she could have her things in order before he came down on her it would have been nice. He was the owner of her building, and she did everything in her power to keep him from just dropping by. The site had been in his family since the establishment of Napa, or so he claimed. She paid on time and kept her accounts straight and the building cared for better than her own house. It didn't stop him from the numerous visits though. Of course he would come by just to make sure his valuable building was alright. He seemed to enjoy the petty torments, stopping in with that smug smile of his, ready to scold her. Something about his expression always had the air of judgment too. Haughty and self-absorbed. Yes, very important. Each time she experienced that pang of dread. Like now. He liked to make outrageous offers, none of them seemed quite real or authentic. Like the last one he'd taunted her with, asking her to go into partnership with him. That started up a few months back, when he'd come in to check on the building and her shop specifically. She should have taken the deal, a voice inside her head whispered, but the skeptical side of her knew it couldn't be real. What did he have to gain from making her a deal like that? Half ownership of the building at the least and he'd gone on about some other things but she'd tuned out the rest of his comments. Did he think she was an idiot? A sucker? Sure, she made ends meet but there was no way she had the kind of cash it would take to buy into his deal. She wasn't raking in the cash. She spent a whole lot more than she liked on product and the clients were few between. She got through, but there weren't many nights-out for Karen. "I'm sure the insurance will cover your precious building." She said to him as she settled behind her desk, trying to get comfortable and stay relaxed. She noticed the way his eyes narrowed at her and tried to keep her posture held tighter, upright. No slouching. She pointedly ignored the fact that her clothes were soaked through with wine and ripped besides. "You think that's what I'm worried about?" He asked and frowned, as though he'd not even imagined that possibility. "You're always exceedingly concerned about the building when you stop by." She reminded him and drew out a thick folder, the records she kept for repairs. "Remember when you came in last week wanting to know if I'd gotten the window replaced? You were so hot under the collar about it. Here. The repairs. I paid for them. Like I said. Not that it matters now, the new glass is busted out. I am going to make sure all this gets fixed." He made a face, sucking a soft breath in through his teeth as he eyed the folder like it might bite him. Or, that she might slap him with it. "What?" His frown deepened as he looked at her face, brows drawing together. "Wait, you thought I have been coming to monitor you?" She lay the folder down on the table, open so he could have a good visual of all the times he'd come in to hound her about some repair or another. A mark in a wall he expected patched and painted or some nick in the floor needing attending so the floor wouldn't be ruined. No wonder he was so pissed off right now. Her newly earned calm from the orgasms began to splinter. "Of course you are." "No." He spoke very slowly and reached out to lay a hand on the folder before closing it. "Today I was exceedingly worried about you." It took him an effort to speak the words, as though it cost him something to admit it. "And found you rolling around the floor with that -punk-." His nose crinkled up in distaste. "Karen—that punk?" She felt the sting of his words, shame and guilt tugging at her and right on its heels, the fire of her anger. "Right, because I just have options flying through the door at me. Not that it's any of your business, but since we should just get this out in the open, I'm single. He's single and over legal age. He is Twenty-One." "Physically maybe, but mentally? He's a puppy. " He cut in on her with the same nose-curling sneer she was so familiar with when he was eager to dress her down about some selection she'd made in the inventory. Not that it was any business of his. Adam enjoyed having the liberty to speak his mind when he sat down with her. Because he was such an expert. About everything. Fury grew hotter and she scowled back at him, "Well, I can't wait forever for some 'real man' to come in and take matters into their hands. I'm not like you, I don't just go knocking boots with every cute tourist who swoons in." He sucked in a sharper breath this time, shoulders going tight, "I have never—" "Oh bullshit. The little blonde who was in here just last week? You were so cozy with her." "I was trying to stir up business for you Karen." "By inviting her to your place for dinner?" "I got her to buy the bottle of wine, didn't I?" He asked with an eyebrow winging up towards his hairline. She bristled and seethed in anger. He was right and she hated it. And she had no right to be. So, what was this? Propriety? It was crazy. She was just pissed because he was pushing her buttons. Again. "Right. Thank you /so/ much for the help. I'm sure it was extremely difficult for you when you got her home." He blinked at her in shock, "you don't honestly think I slept with her do you? Honestly think I have been doing that? I'm in here all the time!" "Yes. I do think you're doing that. And you're in here all the time, bossing me around and fussing about your valuable little building." The fire went out of him, he looked like he'd been slapped and settled back into his chair, staring at her. "Karen—" He cleared his throat. "I made you the offer to work with me—I thought—well, I thought you knew I'd been, trying to find a way to get closer to you." "Get in closer to me." She didn't make it a question, it was a statement of disbelief. She wasn't buying what he was selling. "No way would you realistically want a piece of this action." She shoved a hand through the mess on the desk. "Yes. I do. I really do." He growled back at her, "I'm not a playboy!" "You flirt with everything that shakes a leg at you. Twice when there are big tits involved." She protested, remembering how many times he'd swing by, just seeming to arrive when a shop full of bridesmaids came into the shop. Convenient she thought. Too much to be accidental. "I'm friendly." He shot back, baring his teeth. "Obviously." She returned, standing up from her seat. "Except when it comes to me?" He stood up when she did, pushing to his feet to lean across the desk. "I'm -I'm nice to you. I'm nice all the time." She had the insane urge to reach out and haul him over the desk and smack him. Goodness, there was a fire in his eyes burning right through her. "This is nice?" She asked, forcing her voice lower, squinting her eyes at him. "Amazing." "I asked you out to dinner every week for months when you first moved in here. You shot me down every. Single.Time." "I don't want your pity." She said and then blinked at herself for actually stating the feelings aloud. He had asked her out repeatedly but, he seemed to proposition anything female that crossed his path. And why shouldn't he when he was single and eligible. He blinked too and his shoulders slumped with the weight of her declaration, "Pity? What?" "A free meal ticket. A free ride. I've got this by myself. I don't need you—" The words came out hard and she saw the pain in his bright blue gaze. "You need the pup huh? Someone you can boss around? Someone who'll put his tongue all over that sweet little cunt of yours rather than a real man who might want more?" The way he said 'cunt' sent a hot shaft of desire through her. It purred out from his lips and made a twisting sensation tie up inside of her until her nipples strained against her wine-damp cloth. Fuck. He glared at her but he wasn't leaving or backing down. He looked so wounded and enraged, gripping the edge of the desk, muscles in his arms straining under the fabric of his dark jacket. The expression and the tone set fires inside her. She felt a moment of terror as she realized he was right. She most certainly was afraid of a 'real man' and all the dangers he might bring. Lust and need and longing. Pain, loss, misery. Pleasure. Desire. Love. "You stubborn woman." He hissed and reached across the desk to grab her shoulders with both hands and hauled her forward to kiss her. She resisted against the force with a strangled outcry of protest but he was so strong. And then his hard mouth settled onto hers and all the fight went out of her. He tasted wonderful, a mixture of spicy cinnamon and cloves, hot against her mouth, his tongue driving forward to part her unresisting lips. He didn't smell like money, he smelled so much better, like something wild, mixed with horse sweat and leather and sun-heated earth. He filled her mouth with that warm, agile tongue, curling around hers, drawing her responses before she could second guess herself. She felt the rumble of his growling moan against her as he sucked at her tongue, coaxing her responses as his fingers squeezed against her shoulders, continuing his pull. And the sensation of his heat melted her all over again. This wasn't the hesitant, awkward eagerness of a young man but the skilled prowess of a hunter who'd been slowly, patiently biding his time for long months and at last had his chance and was not losing it. He did things with his tongue against that made a broken whimper break deep inside her. Her body shuddered as she found herself responding to him, starving for the taste left scalding her lips and mouth. She thought she'd respond differently. Slap him. Scream at him. But all she did was reach back for him, clutching the front of his shirt in turn to pull herself across the desk. Papers spilled down to the floor and scattered as she wrapped the tie around her fist. In response, his fingers dug deeper into her shoulders, scraping and raking down to her back, digging into the muscles in a positive claim of her body with the strength of his hands. Her body yearned towards his, drawn to him, pulled towards him and holding tightly to his tie as the tangle of his tongue around hers drew out a louder moan of desire. He broke the kiss when she'd reached his side of the desk, giving her lower lip a sharp, unapologetic bite that made her cry out as her toes curled up in her wine-soaked shoes. His azure eyes gleamed hungrily as he met her gaze and then slowly lowered the gaze to her mouth, using his thumb to brush along her bruised mouth. "That's better." His voice had a low, rough quality to it that matched the texture of the pad of his thumb. He admired his handywork on her lips a moment longer, his own lips curling up at one corner in satisfaction. The look alone made her crave arching towards him and it was only with effort that she didn't squirm herself into his lap. What would that tongue do to her if she allowed it? Her sex, so recently lapped, tightened in anticipation and then shame bloomed across her cheeks. She tried to lower her eyes but his thumb brushed her lower lip, tracing the bite that burned there. "Karen. My God woman-I've wanted to kiss you for so fucking long. You stubborn, selfish woman." He grinned at her shocked expression. "Stuborn!" His hand loosened on her shoulders and slide up over her shoulders and grasped the front of her shirt, just holding a heartbeat and then two before he pulled the cloth open very slowly. All the while he held her gaze, his warm breath whispering against her bared skin. Then, deliberately he let his gaze slide down her chin, her neck, her shoulders and down between her breasts where he paused. "Should I go?" He asked, with a silvery quality to his voice. She felt the buzzing hum in her body, the desires racing through her all over again. "N-no." She heard herself say and then she whimpered softly, "You must think I'm a slut..." She whispered and he leaned in to lightly lick her tongue against her upper lip, growling. The sensation made her hips rock towards him but he did not allow her to get closer, seeming to enjoy letting her dangle on the line of desire. There was no rush, no eagerness but a burning desire that she feared would reduce her bones to ash if she allowed it. "I think you're stubborn. Why do you think I come in here every week for some excuse to talk with you? Drop in to see how you're doing. Trying to partner with you so you know I'm serious." He quirked a wider smile, teeth gleaming when her hands tightened on his tie. "I'm deadly serious." Outside the room, the sound of feet came slapping up the hall and a panting Freddie suddenly appeared. "The inspectors are here." He said breathlessly and Karen noticed a gleam of satisfaction and victory in the forward thrust of his jaw. Adam carefully closed the front of her shirt and covered her hands with his, dwarfing her fingers in his as he gave the hands a squeeze. "Is that right? Awfully quick for them to get here." He was looking at Freddie, a simmering animosity crackling between them. She jerked her hands away from his tie and wrapped arms around her chest once she was free, trying to arrange herself on the desk. The whole world rocked under her like another disorderly aftershock. What the hell was she doing? What was wrong with her? Not looking at her, Adam stood, adjusting his tie and jacket as he regarded the tall young man with a mild expression. "Shall we go out and see what's what?" He asked, only then turning to offer Karen that cat-in-the-cream smile and offer his elbow out towards her. "Then we can get back to the matter at hand?" Uh-oooh! Next time- The Inspectors! Wine Bar Ch. 03: The Inspectors Karen didn't take the arm that extended to her, though she looked at it, admiring the tightness of the bicep under the pull of the jacket. Her refusal made his jaw tighten before the smile spread wider across his lips. Freddie widened his stride and casually cut in front of Adam, hissing to Karen, "Got there just in time looks like. You ok?" His mannerism was an awkward attempt at gallantry. It made her throat tight, knowing he was trying hard and she had led him on. Hadn't she? She gave a small shake of her head and tried to smile, but the movement made her bruised lips ache sweetly, the memory of the kiss hot against her skin still. What a slut she'd become. The inspectors who waited for them were a pair of women, both young, slim and toned. One had golden blonde hair and the other dirty blonde, they looked down at Karen and her state of dress with disapproval. She bit back the sigh as she came forward to greet them, keeping her arms folded across her chest to hide the worst of her clothing malfunction. Freddie hovered at her side, as though he were going to offer himself as a human shield at any moment. Then, Adam came sauntering out of the office a good distance behind. Color rose in their cheeks and the golden-blonde let out a pleased little sigh as her eyes drank in the man making his stalking prowl into the room, his boots crunching glass shards. The room went up a few degrees, as both women flushed under his azure scrutiny. When he flashed them his cocky smile, the pair tensed in the unmistakable 'panties alighting' phenomenon. Karen felt her teeth grind in frustration and forced herself to breath slow and steady. Did she expect a leopard to change his spots? She waited while the pair finished their admiration and calculated the big man speculative grins mirrored. The taller blonde fanned her face to ease the spike of warmth and caught her pouty red lip in her teeth while rubbing her thighs together to put out the flames. This was the usual; charming mister Talbot, trolling for the next hot meal. Karen felt like such a fool for her response to him. She almost bought his line, smooth son of a- "I'm Janis Kippling," The dirty blonde spoke at last. Tall, and busty her hair hung in silken waves to her shoulders, her navy blazer and skin tight slacks exquisitely tailored. She indicated her companion, "My colleague Brenda Fielding." Golden-blonde's hair was straight, her suit jacket dove grey, the pencil skirt showing off bronze legs. Tennis player, or perhaps racquetball. Janis continued mildly, "Karen Bishop? Ma'am, we're here to assess the damage to the property and take preliminary reports. Mister Talbot," her warm hazel eyes drifted to Adam and stayed there, "contacted the office first thing this morning to make sure we made this our first stop. This is quite a building sir." She smiled so prettily, a glint of white teeth and dimples. "One of the first establishments, isn't it?" Freddie inched himself a little closer to Karen as the women focused on Adam and Karen noticed how he glanced back at the big man with a toothy grin of victory. The younger man also knew Adam's reputation and Karen suspected he was taking pleasure in the removal of his rival. Karen let a soft sigh escape her. "The building has been in my family for generations." His voice rumbled low, satisfaction for the compliment as he strode towards them, purposefully slow. "I just didn't want Miss Bishop's business put under any undo stress because of this disaster. If we can get the repairs completed as soon as possible." He smiled winningly at Janis and then at Brenda. "Can we get started then?" Karen felt her lips compress at the continued thigh-rubbing from Brenda and the soft, simpering pleasure that bubbled up as she made a sound of agreement. "I should get back to cleaning up and taking my own inventory of the stock." The sharpness of her words drew the attention of both women. Adam's expression stayed mild, one eyebrow quirking up but when those bright blue eyes settle on hers, Karen felt a spike of heat lance through her belly and spread through her sex, trickling from her sex to her thighs and the soles of her feet. The way his lips poised slightly, almost pursing made her think of that kiss and a riot of heat flooded her cheeks. Much to the disgust of Freddie and the disappointment of the women. "I think you should stay. You would be an asset to the insurance evaluations." Adam said, his voice lowering slightly with the invitation. Freddie started to edge forward and Adam's smile widened, a predatory grin that showed his strong, white teeth. "Have you two ladies met Freddie? He's an essential part of the team here. Right Karen?" The attention drawn to him made the shy young man stammer an attempt at greeting that made the pair of blondes smile reassuringly at him. "Freddie Lynton, isn't that right?" Adam continued, moving closer. "Y-yes." Freddie said and his throat worked as the pair of women looked him up and down as they had to Adam. They saw the same thing Karen had that morning. Tall, handsome young man, despite his casual, rumpled appearance, he had potential. They regarded Karen anew, taking in her wine-stained appearance and torn clothing and it seemed to click at last: how Karen got into her current state. More color darkened the woman's faces. "Freddie is quite good with his hands." Adam continued, calm and ruthless as he took a slow step forward, clapping Freddie's shoulder in a fatherly manner before giving him a slow push forward, towards the women. "Also his mouth, or so I'm led to believe." Karen wanted to die right there. Heat seared her cheeks and she wanted to get out of there. She took a wide step back but found her progress blocked by Adam when she ran into him, feeling his chest against her shoulders. "Oups." He whispered, bowing his head, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Is that right? And how would you know about that?" Brenda asked, she'd pulled her attention off Freddie and had returned the hungry gaze on Adam, considered his position behind Karen with a purse of lips before turning back to Freddie. The tall young man rubbed the back of his neck and grinned shyly. His blush matched the color of his hair, tomato red. "I walked in on him and the lady. He really seemed to know his way around with his tongue." He spoke proudly and then pitched his voice lower, "Isn't that right Karen?" The tone purred out, sending a pulsing thrill through her again making it leap into an almost painful ache when his hand settled against her hip. The strong fingers squeezed lightly against her, rolling his thumb over her plush body as though savoring applying steady pressure to that spot. Karen's heart raced. She imagined passing out from the spike of desire and tried to keep her expression emotionless. Certainly that wasn't a possibility, not in real life. Thank goodness the women were paying more attention to Freddie right now. "I'm going to knee you in the balls." She growled low to Adam, turning her head to glare back and up at him. She felt his quiet rumble of enjoyment against her spine but the hand eased on her hip. "No. You won't." He assured her, breath stirring her hair. His hand was a light contact on her, allowing her to pull away. But her legs were so weak, her resolve too, melted into a shameful slut pool somewhere in the wine-soaked sneakers. She might not pull away but she could still insult him. "Asshole." She snarled, again feeling the rumbling, soft laugh into her spine as he leaned in closer. "Payback." He whispered and drew back, forcing her to stagger to keep herself upright. To the room he spoke, his voice loud, a faint husky edge to the words. "So, shall we all go and get this started? I'm sure you ladies have other places to be after this." Karen managed to get her wits about her and felt a brief satisfaction that at least Freddie was diverted by the blondes. She should have been satisfied that Adam was also moving ahead of her to lead the tour of his building and show off but she felt strangely disappointed. Foolish, she told herself and lingered back. She'd let him play her again. They were stepping into the stock room, careful of the fallen shelves and busted sock and the women made notes of the condition of the building itself. Karen took note of her precious stock without the heavy fog of the initial grief. Freddie had stacked the surviving bottles on the shelf that survived the earthquake. She felt a new pang at the few bottles there but at least one or two expensive bottles survived. As she ran a finger over one of the wine stained labeled, she heard the laughing from the next room and glanced up to see the quad gathered in the storage room not far away. Maybe she could just slip out. Run. Run. It was only a brief moment of panic before she shoved the idea away and turned to walk in their direction. This room was full of regular wine in boxes, protected and less likely to be in ruins. Indeed, only one box had toppled over and it was a vintage easily replaced. The laughter died as she appeared and she felt a twist of guilt in her stomach. She was intruding on the fun? Laughing didn't seem the right thing to do right now. Girl boy, girl boy...Karen. Adam was talking quietly to Janis, motioning with imperiously at a crack on the wall and Brenda had just leaned away from Freddie with a sly look at the young man. Freddie had a blush on his cheeks and looked sheepishly in her direction. Yeah, she got it. She got it. Payback. "Karen." Adam's voice rose over the comfortable laughter and he turned and moved to join her, abandoning Janis as the woman made a note on what he'd been talking about. "Finally. There was some question about the floor over here—it never had this crack. Did it?" She following his point to the crack in the flooring, "Oh no. This is new." She said with a frown at Janis and then at Brenda. "It's an old building, but I've been keeping it up. If you want to see..." "That won't be a problem." Brenda said, her voice light. "Mister Talbot said you kept quite thorough records." "Per his recommendation." Karen said, not sure if she should allow herself to feel so delighted that Adam was back at her side. Particularly when Janis was sending daggers her way. She glanced up at him, not quite trusting her own emotions and caught him looking at her, their eyes met and he smiled, not cocky for once, warm instead. It wasn't helping the frustration in Janis though, since Brenda and Freddie seemed to be hitting it off so well. "Not going to continue to help them?" She asked in a quiet voice. He continued to hold her gaze, "no." He murmured and one side of his mouth quirked up into a sly smile. Before she could ask more, Brenda's bright laughter intruded on her thoughts and she looked up to see Brenda leaning in close to Freddie, murmuring up at him. Janis let out a frustrated sigh and glared at the other woman and then fixed a darker look at Karen, judgement in her gaze. She thought she might prefer the other treatment. When she looked back at Adam, he only smiled and rolled up one of his shoulders. They continued through the building, marking down the foundation issues and anything that might be a hazard and require repairs right away. The flirting continued between Brenda and Freddie and Janis continued trying to lure Adam back into the game but he was staying just behind Karen, as though he sensed she wanted nothing better than to flee. At last they circled back to the relatively undamaged storage room and Brenda and Janis spoke together quietly over their notes. Freddie lingered nearby, looking at the pair of women with interest between sliding guilty looks at Karen. She was just thankful this whole thing was almost over. "Well, there are some foundation issues that will need to be addressed. We think we can give you an extra fast repair if you're willing to give us him." Janis said, crooking a finger at Adam. Karen felt her heart sink. She started to draw away, not wanting any part of deciding about giving Adam to anyone, but found her way blocked by the big man, his hand latched onto her hip to prevent her from escaping without making an obvious scene. He laughed low in his throat, "Oh no, I'm not an option. I'm quite taken." He glanced to Freddie, letting out a quiet, "hhmmm, perhaps Freddie would be a better option. He's younger and has a young man's stamina to keep up with two women and—quite single. Right Karen?" She felt her mouth drop open and when she met his gaze this time, saw a particular softness in those bright blue eyes as his thumb ran a circle over her hip. "He is." She said aloud, holding herself steady though her heartrate spiked. His other hand lifted up to brush a knuckle over her lower lip, right on the spot sensitive from the hard kiss, it sent a hot thrill through her. "You're taken?" She asked, feeling her brows draw together. He nodded his head, uttering a soft growl, "Even though she doesn't want anything to do with me. I am still holding onto the last threads of hope she might see the error of her ways. I'm giving it one last shot, despite the odds." He smiled and brushed the knuckle down her chin, tipping her head up a little more. He inclined his head and his nose brushed hers, his breath spicy and warm on her lips, inches from her. "MMmm, but, I'm going to have my payback first for making me wait. Look." He didn't kiss her, instead he tilted her head towards the room so she could witness Brenda and Janis both closing in on a wild-eyed Freddie. There must be something in the air! Karen shivered as she watched both women running hands over Freddie's chest, down his stomach and along his groin with eager hands. "I want you to watch while he puts his tongue in their little pussies. I want you to see what it looks like. Not as glorious as you, but you should see what it's like. Maybe if you ask really sweetly, I'll fill your need." Adam whispered into her ear, his hands firm on her hips to hold her steady, not letting his body touch hers, keeping the distance between his body and hers. Louder he said, "You really should see how well he uses that tongue." Adam said in a louder voice to the women. The suggestion made Freddie cast Adam a startled look but the grin was hungry. His hips surged forward and Janis grasped his ass with one hand and Brenda covered his groin with the other. "S-so—" the young man stammered, "Who wants to be first?" He let out a sharp yelp as his shirt was pulled open and Janis lapped her tongue across his chest, slanting a look back at Adam as though to show what he was missing. Not to be outdone, Brenda worked on the front of Freddie's pants and pulled them down, freeing the rock hard cock as the boxers came down with the forceful yank. It seemed to be the answer that he was waiting for. Freddie wrapped his arm around Janis and set her on the counter in the room, pushing over a box without care of the contents and pushed her jacket open and then tore into her shirt and pulled her bra open with skilled fingers to free her full, round breasts to he could nuzzle into them. Once his face was busy in her tits, his hands were working to get her pants off. Karen no longer noticed the looks Janis threw their way, the feel of the big hands on her hips, holding her in place, sent a pulse of desire through her. She had never seen anything so erotic in her life. Sure, she'd watched porn, but nothing like this. Nothing like the raw, needy lust she witnessed here. "You like to watch, don't you?" Adam asked her, breath stirring her hair, "Sexy! God Karen...so fucking sexy." His words made her hips angle forward, the naughtiness of this moment sent fire burning through her and she heard herself whimper. Her sound made Adam growl in approval. Brenda sank down to her knees before Freddie, "You better keep that tongue really limber." She purred up at him as she arranged herself before the young man and arched out her pink tongue towards the bobbing cockflesh. Her fingers wrapped around the base of him, thumb brushing along his ball sack and Karen saw the way Freddie's body shuddered with pleasure when the slippery tongue curved along the underside of him and then swabbed the fat heat with a velvety caress. Behind her, she heard Adam purr, "What do you like watching more sweet Karen? His cock being licked, or her getting her pussy fingered and tongued?." He gave another squeeze and bowed his head, brushing his lips along Karen's shoulder where her shirt had slipped open. Karen wasn't sure she had an answer for that, even if she could find her voice. What came out was only a strangled little mewl of desire as she watched Freddie's hips dance forward. His long fingers caressed over Janis' pussy, petting her through the panties before tearing them aside, exposing her bare sex to view. The woman was as wet as Karen felt, her pussy lips pink and glistening as her ass wriggled atop the bar. Freddie's inward thrust of fingers made her cry out and stilled her movement as he plunged in, stirring the fingers around very slowly before withdrawing them only to plunge in again as he kissed and licked his way down her body to get to her pussy. "I think you like the pussy licking." Adam continued, "Gods—the sweet sounds you made when you came—do you remember?" He asked, his voice against the side of her neck. She wanted to lean back into him and feel his steady warmth at her spine but he wouldn't let her. He held her a arm's length from his powerful body. She let out another soft moan and he chuckled, "Not quite like that. Let me see if I can get you to remember sweet Karen. Without ever touching your gorgeous sex." Karen could feel her whole body melting. Her nipples strained into tight peaks, craving for a touch, ever nerve over sensitized. She tried to focus only on Janis getting her pussy fingered and licked, but the low moans and slurping sounds from the woman on her knees, taking Freddie's stiff cock into her mouth was too delicious not to watch as well. She shuddered, feeling her cream trickle down her thighs with a mixture of hunger and shame. Brenda's lips parted and she wrapped them around the plum-plump head, taking Freddie's cock into her mouth and then lowered more, suckling at him deeper into her, down her throat. Her eyes rolled upward and then closed with obvious pleasure. The sight of the slick lips sliding back and forth on the cock made Karen squirm. She never thought of giving head as something that sexy or that pleasurable for a woman. For a moment she had an image of taking Adam into her mouth, wondering if he would taste as good as his kisses. Her hips angled forward as she craved to feel his cock sliding over her tongue. Giving him the most intimate of kisses. The heat flowered in her, tightening her sex with tangle of tightened muscles. "Oh God." She heard herself whimper and Adam purred warmly against her neck to encourage her. "You hungry Karen?" Adam whispered, his voice husky, grip still preventing her from leaning into him though she yearned towards him. "Want something filling that pretty mouth of yours? Or, do you have other needs baby?" Ruthlessly calm and steady, as though he were not affected by this sexual display at all. She whimpered again and squirmed. Janis moaned aloud as Freddie's fingers drove deeper into her, the wet slapping sound mingling with his slurping and low, guttural moans. Her fingers tangled into his wild hair, clinging onto him as he managed to get to her pussy and Karen saw a glimpse of the agile tongue lapping and working around the plump clit before the tongue vanished and darted in and out of the woman's juicy cleft. That touch made Janis cry aloud in pleasure and writhe, arching under the young man's tongue-fucking. Freddie's sounds of pleasure were muffled into the pussy but his hips rocked back and forth, fucking the eager mouth at his cock and Brenda moaned louder, making the young man jerk and arch. It was so hot, watching Freddie pinned between the two women, giving and getting pleasure, his strong, young body tightening with every heartbeat. Wine Bar Ch. 03: The Inspectors Karen could feel the building orgasms, hear it in their gasps and cries, the wet slapping and suckling that filled the small room to overflowing. Even Adam's breathing quickened, his grip tightening on her. "That't is Karen. Like that." He whispered when she moaned, "so sweet! Don't hold back. I don't think he's going to last much longer. " And even as Adam teased her with his deep, quiet rumbles against her neck, she heard the squeal of pleasure from Janis, a scream of raw, sweet desire as her body arched, rubbing her face wantonly up against Freddie's willing mouth, smearing the hot cream against him as he continued to devour her. His own sounds of pleasure were torn from him. The roar of his climax vibrating through the woman's cunt as his hips jerked and shuddered. Brenda's eyes opened wide when she took the first hot gush of the cum shot down her throat and then her eyes rolled up and back. Karen saw her throat work once and then her head leaned back and she jerked off the powerful cock, letting the creamy fountain of cum spurt out over her lips and chin before letting the rest drool down over her knuckles as she continued to jerk him off. Karen cried out brokenly in frustration and need. "That's righ sweetheart. That's right." Adam crooned to her and released her so she could fall against his at long last. He pressed himself against her back, the low rumble of his moans vibrating through her. One arm slipped around Karen, palm covering her stomach, fingers splaying under her navel but above her sex, true to his words, not touching her. She could feel his cock against her ass, fully thickened and arching though the layers of clothing. She pulled her attention from the scene of the room, face hot, body shuddering with this contact with him. He lifted a hand and cupped her jaw, coaxing her face up to meet his eyes. The hunger and need in his gaze burned through her and her body shuddered, her hips surging forward, "Cum for me." He whispered softly, his breath against her lips, his eyes burning into hers. "Cum Karen. Cum for me." His hand on her hip squeezed more tightly as he bared his teeth, commanding her. She felt the world shudder around her, her body torn with this strange, exotic pleasure. The orgasm came against all reason as he held her and as she felt the climax spiraling higher, his mouth found hers. He kissed her hard, tongue driving into her mouth as her body jerked and spasmed with the most erotic orgasm of her life. Her moans filled his mouth, her tongue curling around his and she suckled against him as she'd witnessed Brenda sucking on Freddie's cock until Adam's moans of pleasure echoed hers, filling her with the steady vibration of pleasure. He broke the kiss when she sagged back against him and brushed his thumb over the bite mark he'd left on her lip, his expression soft but the cocky gleam danced in his eyes. "That should hold you for a little while." She was glad he held her. Her knees were in no condition to hold her up. She lifted her hand up and cupped his jaw and felt him lean into her touch, nuzzling and then turning his head in to brush a kiss along her palm. This was what it was like without his hands even on her. Whimpering softly, she felt his lips curl against her palm. "Soon." He promised her. "If you're very good." The sounds of shuffling from across the room drew her attention. Freddie was lifting Brenda up ono the counter and Janis was eagerly kneeling before the young man. Karen felt heat burning her face again and realized that Adam was watching her, his smile warm, eyes burning into hers. "Insatiable." He murmured quietly and slid his hand along her bare stomach, the lightest of touches now, allowing her to move away if she wanted to. Except Karen found that she didn't want to. She pressed herself into him, adoring how his cock thickened even more as she rubbed her ass against him. He was impossibly hard now, feeling huge through the layers of clothing shielding him from her. It made her ache with all manner of sensual and dark desires she only dreamed about. She turned to reach for him, but his hands covered hers, stilling her attempt to loosen his belt. His expression became troubled and he lifted her hands up, kissing her fingers while watching her. "Not yet." His eyes danced at the frustration that must show in her eyes. "I want our firs time to be in private. And—I'm not finished with the payback yet." He lightly nibbled on her knuckle and suckled her finger. When her knees went weak, he supported her with the arm around her and arched his body into hers with a forceful grind. Her eyes rolled back, savoring every inch of him pressed flush to her through the clothing and lost herself in the sensation, sliding hands up his body and into his hair. Her heart hammer hard and fast, terrified that she would really enjoy his seductions. At the counter, the sounds of moaning and wet, sensual play began again. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." He promised into her ear, taking her ear lobe between his teeth and applying a steady bite there, not releasing her until she cried out with pleasure. His lips kissed the spot and she clung tighter to him, breathless. "I'm in such trouble!" She heard herself whimper, hands balled into his shirt and jacket. He chuckled and nodded his head in agreement as he drew back. His hands offered support, but he put space between them again, taking a shuddering breath, obviously needing to cool down himself and regain his control. "Mmm, you have no idea Karen." He held her gaze and then slowly turned her to encourage her to watch the show. Her head was swimming with the promise of what he would do to her when they were alone. The steely resolve, the control, the poise in him thrilled her and sent her pulse racing. Adam nuzzled against her hair and whispered huskily into her ear. "Dinner with me? Tomorrow night?" He breathed in deeply and then moaned out as Freddie's tongue lapped up along Brenda's juicy pussy, tongue smearing open the swollen lips to dip in and out and in and out, lapping up the sticky honey. Dinner? Karen bit hard on her lower lip. She felt a twist of longing and a cold flush of terror at the prospect. She could get swept away by this man. And why should she risk it? Across the room, she watched Janis smear her pretty lips over the head of Freddie's hard cock. Hard as though he'd not just cum for the girl whose pussy he tongued now. Freddie made a low groan of need as the lips teased him. Painfully slow it seemed to Karen, she lowered her lips down on the pulsing manhood until Freddie thrust all the way into her throat. "Karen." Adam's voice purred into her ear, stirring her from her spell of watching the dick vanish between wet lips. "Yes. Yes. I'll have dinner with you." She heard herself whisper and he drew her back towards his chest again, despite his control, she could feel the hard pounding of his heard against her shoulders and his arms looped around her. Brenda cried out sharply, body arched up, shudders running down the length of her body, her skirt pushed up over her hips. She writhed and Freddie's tongue playing wildly over her clit while his fingers, two—then three—plunged into her. The movements were unsteady, his body shaking and jerking as he groaned. Janis wrapped her arms around Freddie's hips, squeezing his ass as she fucked that cock with her mouth, taking him from head to root with steady pumps up and down. The slick length vanished and appeared in sharp, deep thrusts. Freddie's cries grew louder again. This time, he threw his head back and howled in pleasure and reached down to grip Janis' hair, pumping his cock fast and hard into her pretty mouth. The woman's eyes widened and her moan of pleasure bubbled up around the slick smacking of flesh on flesh as the young man claimed her. Karen watched with a shudder of pleasure as Freddie's movements fractured and he began to hunch forward, jerking wildly. The gush of his cum shot from him and bubbled out around his prick and the painted lips of the inspector and still he fucked her mouth, pushing more cream down her chin as it overflowed her stretched lips. Karen's moan was echoed by Adam's groan, his face buried into her neck, "Fuck yes." He snarled as he held onto her. She rolled her ass back against him, imagining what it would be like to have his cum spilling down her lips and throat. Bruising her lips. Coating her tongue. She shuddered, nipples painfully tight, every movement a tightening ache down to her untouched pussy. His voice whispered low and urgent as she whimpered. "Cum for me again Karen." She didn't think that she could do it again, but he licked along the shell of her ear and growled, "Look at all that hot cum stretching her mouth wide. I'm going to paint you with so much of my cum baby." His hands stroked over her stomach and hip and squeezed there, fingers digging in as he made his promise. And she lost control again with a low, broken cry. He held her up as she sagged, hips rocking and jerking. Her cum trickled freely down her thighs and she moaned when his hand reached down to squeeze the inside of her thigh, smearing his fingertips against that wet, slick heat. "Ohh!!" she shuddered and then whimpered when she heard him licking his fingers. "Fuck!" She growled at him. "Soon." He whispered and kissed her cheek. "Beautiful woman." Smiling down at her, achingly hard still. "I should..." She wanted to pleasure him—wanted to ease what must be a horrible discomfort for him. Wanted to share the pleasure with him. But he pressed a finger to her lips. "I've been dealing with this for months. One more night isn't going to hurt me." Freddie had slumped to the floor with both women cuddled up against him. Karen smiled at that and leaned into Adam, glad he kept his arms tight around her. Every inch of her still felt over sensitized. She was buzzing with all the sensual energy and need for more. More! Tomorrow night would not get here soon enough! Wine Bar Again. And-Again! Harder and faster, the fingers fucked her. The mouth suckled her. The thumb plucked her. Deeper. Rougher. She couldn't breath! Instead she screamed out her delight. The tip of his pinky finger tickled against her anus, swirling, daring. Sucking in a torn breath, she built up for another scream, bucking upward but he held her and drove fingers in deeper still, coiling into her g-spot curling them against the core of her sex. His teeth caught against her clit and pressed in. Nipped her. Bit her. Still the fingers thrust in faster, working against those clinging, clutching muscles so that just when she was gripping him, he was drawing out, only to slam back in again and send a renewed wave of pleasure through her. She heard her voice echoing through the ruin of the room. Cried out his name. Screamed that she was cumming as her hips danced up in a primal response, sloshing the wine as she jerked and writhed against his face and his hands. She shuddered in her climax, a golden heat spreading through her, a hot rush and gush of her cream unlike anything she'd felt before. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she saw stars. In that moment she felt the whole world seem to shift and shake, groaning and rumbling as her body convulsed with the raw pleasure and power of her orgasm. The waves of pleasure kept going, just as she thought she was about to come off that high, his fingers coaxed her right back to the brink. Arching upward, she crested again, the climax no less powerful than the first and her stomach clenched with the power of it, her muscles tight. He rocked his fingers in and out of those quivering folds while she came, so deep that knuckles seemed to bruise her flesh, the pain intensifying the pleasure. The speed lessoned as did her spasms, and he growled out his pleasure as the hot cum coated his fingers and wrists and trickled down his chin and throat. The licking grew more careful, kissing the aching hard pearl of her clit so carefully as she spiraled for a moment in the heat of the orgasms. True to his word, he was not stopping, he lapped up every sticky drop until she was whimpering for him to relent. "I've got you!" He whispered, mouth grazing her pussy with wet, firm reassurance, "I'll always catch you." Assuring her as she slumped back into the wet floor, boneless, quivering, panting out in desperate pleasure. Only then did his licking stop. The fingers stayed deep inside her though, keeping her well and truly filled. He slowly kissed his way up her body, wrapping her in his long arms. His fingers eased out of her, messily trailing along her stomach, writing dirty poetry on her flesh. He pulled her in against him, protecting her from the floor now, using his body as a pillow for her. "Hey, will you look at that." He rumbled softly and reaching over, slowly rolled a bottle in closer. A whole bottle, stained a bit with wine but not broken. "Vieux Château Certan, Pomerol 1964. Huh. See, not everything is broken. See, things aren't that bad afterall." That is when a voice from outside called in, "What's going on out there?" And the broad shouldered man in the business suit peered over his sunglasses into the busted wine bar. His expression was not amused at what he saw. "Lady, what in the name of God are you doing?" -To be Continued- Wine Barrel Slut You are stretched over a wine barrel, held in position by ropes around your wrists. The height of the barrel and your position draped over it mean your ass and cunt are easily accessible for anyone behind you. Your bra hands around your waist whilst your panties are in tatters on the floor near your feet. I slap your ass with my hand, concentrating my aim on your right buttock. Your skin is initially cool to touch, but warms up quickly. After only a few spanks, your ass gets red. I enjoy the contrast of your pale skin and freshly spanked buttock. I keep slapping your ass until your right ass cheek is bright red and you are moaning after each slap. If I didn't know you I'd think you weren't enjoying the spanking. Dragging my palm against your ass I am quickly re-assured this isn't the case, my hand is wet from your juices. I position myself behind you and thrust into you. The combination of the restraints, your imagination and the spanking has made you very wet and almost without effort I am deep inside you. I can feel you trying to push back against me, but the restraints limit your movement. I start to fuck you in long deliberate stokes, my nails running down your back, further marking you as mine. The temptation to speed up until I cannot restrain myself any longer and explode inside you, is strong, but I fight it. Removing the cork from a half bottle of dessert wine, I insert the bottle into your cunt, using it as a dildo as I slowly stretch you inside. At the top of every thrust, dessert wine gushes from the bottle and drips from your cunt. It almost looks like you are pissing whilst being fucked, an interesting thought, but one to explore another day. In this case it is sweet wine, high in sugar and taste. I change the angle of the bottle slightly so more of the wine pours into your cunt. Kneeling behind you, I remove the bottle and bury my face in your ass, sucking up as much of the wine and your juices as possible. My face is covered with sticky residue from both the wine and your cunt. When the wine stops drippling from you, I squirm my tongue deep into your ass. I am vaguely aware of your moans of pleasure as I suck you deeply, then slide my index finger slowly, but firmly, into your ass. I start to finger fuck your tight hole, my tongue still jumping between your cunt and clit. Using your juices as lube, I insert both my index and forefinger into you, enjoying the sensation as your ass grips my fingers. I stand up with my fingers still inside you, the changing angle causing you to moan again, although whether from pleasure or pain I am uncertain. I lean over your body so I can bite your neck whilst my fingers continue to slowly fuck your ass. I bite hard, causing you to cry out. I continue to bite and suck your neck until a possession mark is well and truly formed, your white skin turning purple very quickly. At the same time my hand in between your legs, pinching your clit and rubbing the lips of your cunt. I stand back and rub the head of my cock against your cunt lips, getting it quickly wet. Removing my fingers from your ass, I quickly replace them with my cock and slowly work it inside you. Holding onto your hips I start a slow steady rhythm with my hard-on. Listening to you moan "fuck my ass" makes me increase the tempo, the sensation of your ass gripping my cock exceedingly pleasurable. Once again I can feel the tension building within me. I want to hold off, but it takes control and all of a sudden I am fucking you hard, feeling your body absorb my thrusts as I penetrate you hard and fast. Suddenly I am about to cum inside you, holding tight to your hips I thrust as deep as I can inside your ass, causing you to cry out. As my orgasm subsides, my fingers are at your clit, stroking and pinching, sending you over the edge with my cock still inside you and my body slumped over yours. As I rest against your body, still restrained over the wine barrel, it suddenly occurs to me, visiting wineries is so much fun when I bring along my Pet.