Mary nodded. She was in a state of shock as she was pushed ahead of Royce up the carpeted stairs. This part of the house was more richly furnished than the basement. She could smell money everywhere. Her bare feet sunk into the rug that seemed to go on forever down a long hallway. Royce pulled her up short at a large, fancy door. She felt foolish in her shirt and bikini.
Royce touched a button by the door and nodded to her. "You wait here." Then he hurried away.
For a moment, Mary thought of running down the hall. Maybe she could hide somewhere, or find a window to scream from. But the big house was on a huge estate. Who would hear her? Still, she could delay things, make it hard for them to find her. It was too late. The door opened and she was staring into the blue eyes of a tall, well-built man.
Nate Rexford was younger than she'd imagined. Or did he just look young? Yes, not that she could see him better, she realized he was the type of man who kept good care of his body and face. He had on a short, velvet robe that showed off his muscular legs. He was nearly as blonde as she was, and his hair was long at the nape of his neck.
"So, you're one of the nymphs who decided to pay me a visit yesterday."
Mary took a step back. "It's not like that at all. We didn't…"
Nate took her hand and pulled her into the room. The rug was blue, the sofa snow-white. There were expensive paintings and sculpture everywhere. He snuggled an arm around her waist and walked her toward a fancy cabinet. It opened to reveal an array of bottles. Nate turned his blue eyes on her as if judging what her taste might be. Then he chose a bottle.
"Mary. That's your name, isn't it?"
"Yes." Mary looked at her hands. She was twisting the bottom edge of her shirt. She felt so naked in that damned bikini. The skimpy, satin thing clung to her plush ass like it was a second skin and she knew she was growing damp.
Nate had mixed her a drink. She took it, afraid to say no. To her surprise, it tasted very good. She slugged half of it down without thinking. She needed a little courage.
"If you'd just let us go, we'd promise never to bother you again," she said at last.
"But then I wouldn't be able to get to know you," Nate said. He touched her shoulder gently. Even through her shirt, she could feel his sensuality. She trembled and took another mouthful of the drink he'd given her. Nate smiled. "And I do want to get to know you. I understand that you're a virgin."
Red faced, Mary frowned, then nodded. She didn't know how to act around such an unsettling person. She didn't know whether he was making fun of her or merely tormenting her before he tried to get his hands inside her bikini.
"Then you'll be curious about sex, won't you?"
"I'm not at all curious!" she blurted.
"Don't be silly. Everybody is. Even we who already know a lot." He let his hand slide down her back, down to where her waist curved out. Mary shivered and turned slightly, but the man touched her ass then, petting one perfect cheek as he traced the line of the bikini. Mary closed her eyes, clinging to her drink with both hands as she touched the glass to her lips once more.
"Come on over here," Nate whispered, letting his mouth brush across her neck.
"I don't want to come anywhere with you," Mary said, realizing too late her unfortunate choice of words. Nate had picked it up, too. Was he thinking of coming inside her? Or all over her belly like Royce had done to Teresa? Mary looked around as if searching for a way out. That was when Nate kissed her on the mouth.
She gave a cry of surprise, but the kiss was in tense, wet, sexy. She felt him take her in his arms.
Her glass was empty except for ice. He uncurled her fingers from it and let it thump to the floor. Then his fingers slipped inside her shirt, pushing it up so he could cup each of her small tits with his palm. Mary was breathing fast now. She couldn't seem to think, couldn't seem to act.
"The sofa's more comfortable," Nate told her, pulling her down onto it. He moved his fingers quickly to the tie of her bikini top. It fell away and he gazed at her body as if she were some priceless work of art.
"I love small breasts." He kissed each of her nipples in turn. Mary hadn't even been aware of his other hand. Now she realized that he'd loosened the bottom part of her bikini, too, and was petting her fine, blonde pubic curls.
"You'd better stop now," she babbled, pushing a hand against his chest.
"On the contrary, now's the time to begin." He kissed her mouth until she was breathing irregularly. His finger was so gentle. She moaned as he found the pearly slickness of her clit and rubbed it in slow circles. "Wouldn't you like me to eat your pussy?"
"Please, let me up," Mary whimpered, embarrassed and shocked. But Nate kept her pinned back against the sofa cushions while he explored her dripping cunt. He was kissing her belly now, and she felt one of her legs being bent up so that her cunt-lips parted with a wet, sexy sound.