Summer Sutra

By Katakin Summer

Sulia disliked Adrian from the first. He may have been handsome and rich but he’s arrogant. Meeting Sulia changes both his life and hers in unexpected ways.
Adrian has to confront an uncomfortable past. Can he go beyond it and can he ever encourage Sulia to really learn to know him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katakin Summer
• Release date: Aug 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9780473583897

Katakin Summer

Katakin came to writing romances as a second career. She loves doing it. She loves animals.

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SUMMER SUTRA

A Romance

by

KATAKIN SUMMER

*****

Published by The Volupta Press

Smashwords Edition

Copyright Katakin Summer 2021

All Rights Reserved

ISBN: 978-0-473-58389-7

*****

Contains adult themes unsuitable for readers under 18 years of age.

CHAPTER ONE

She lounged languidly by the pool, her eyes on a group of youngsters fooling around at the end of it. She was dreaming and drowsy in the warmth of the sun. Her reverie was interrupted by a man hurrying past who tripped over one of her feet as she lay reclining stretched out. He righted himself with an exclamation of irritation, muttering,

Why can’t people consider others? before he moved on.

His voice was deep and with a husky quality to it. Sulia jerked upright. She had been about to apologise but the man’s tone jarred. She eyed his back with an irritation to match his, her eyes narrowing as she measured the retreating figure. Then she decided she might as well go back to her room since her siesta was interrupted. Resentfully, she gathered her towel and belongings and absently began walking along the edge of the pool so she could enter the foyer through a side door. As she reached it, the same man came abruptly through it, ignored her presence entirely and let the door swing back hard. She jumped back to avoid being hit and inevitably collided with the man. He glared at her.

For god’s sake, woman!

Sulia stiffened.

If, she said with icy politeness, you had any manners at all, you would not barge through doors before seeing if there’s anyone who might get hit.

And you, he returned, with even icier civility, would make sure you didn’t cause a nuisance to other people poolside. Have you anything else to say?

Sulia, simmering with annoyance, just glared back at him and went through the door. He continued on his way.

~~~

In her room, Sulia changed so she could go down to the bar for a drink that would calm her temper. She was seriously ruffled. She was dressed in a fitting and becoming dress that showed off her admirable figure to perfection, strappy sandals and her hair, glossily black, brushed till it shone. It was thick and straight and framed an attractive face. Placing pendant earrings, she moodily then snapped on a bracelet and flung a heavy gold chain over her head. Looking at herself in a jaundiced manner she went to the door. It was her last night before she would be gone, so she hoped she might find someone congenial to spend it with.

She entered the bar, to find it quite full of people determined to enjoy themselves. She ordered a drink, then went to stand at the floor to ceiling window overlooking a lake and distant hazy mountains. It looked cool and beautiful. She took a deep breath then turned when she sensed someone near her, graciously took her drink from a waiter with a word of thanks and made her way to a table. She sat, only to notice a man stared hard at her. She looked away. He rose and crossed to her table.

May I? he asked.

Sulia looked up into laughing blue eyes and, in spite of herself, smiled back.

If you wish.

He responded by sitting opposite her. His method was direct.

I’ve seen you the last couple of nights. You look lonely. Are you?

Probably. Who isn’t?

I’m considered good company.

You don’t waste time.

Sulia considered the man. He was average height, solidly built and with a shock of unruly blonde hair matching his bright blue eyes.

Why should I?

Indeed, agreed Sulia, at a loss. Does this gambit work every time?

You are cynical, he observed sardonically. And to answer you, yes, it does.

So why me?

I want to bed you, that’s why.

Sulia stared at him, startled.

You don’t know me.

Best way to be, was the laconic answer. I soon could.

You prefer that?

Yes.

Sulia considered him.

You want to be a free agent.

That’s me. Let me get you another drink.

Sulia felt things moved rather fast. Before she knew it, she had downed several drinks and felt decidedly relaxed as the man opposite watched her owlishly. He waited. Sulia sensed he was an animal of prey, but the drinks made her feel warm inside and decidedly carefree. When the man rose, she did too. When he took her arm she let him guide her from the bar room and into an elevator. She was ushered into a richly appointed apartment, through two doors, and was brought to a halt at a sumptuous bed with silk hangings.

While she stood, trying to get her bearings, she felt hands at her zip and knew her dress fell to the floor. Her lacy chemise followed, then a hand inside her knickers made her try to wriggle free. She was backed to the bed, her shoes fell off and she felt herself lifted up onto pillows. Whoever the man was he was experienced and worked quickly. Sulia felt muzzy. The hands moved with ease inside her knickers until she could only give a gasp before they were discarded and she knew the man was on the bed beside her.

His tongue tickled her breasts, lingering on her nipples until they were stiff and he could bend his lips to massage them. His hands stimulated her until she arched responsively, before, without further foreplay, the man was astride her, first facing one direction, then another. His tongue was in places no one had ever touched her. Nowhere, it seemed to Sulia, trying to get her breath, was off limits. He undid his zip and put Sulia’s hands there. As she played obligingly, he came erect. He leaned forward hard down onto her.

I am Renge. Pleasure me, he murmured.

His hands continued to move all over so she never knew where they would be next. She felt him in her mouth so, as he urged her, she licked him.

More.

Sulia obliged.

Clasp me again, the man invited.

Sulia’s hands massaged him, until, abruptly, he was no longer just astride her but was in her, his legs curled tightly round hers, his thrusts quickening. His tongue was at her ear and his hands now strongly manipulated her breasts until Sulia felt they were on fire. She was unable to move. With the legs holding her and his body weight too heavy to throw off, Sulia was captive to powerful surges that seemed to go through her head and lasted a long time. The man grunted and lay limply and heavily across her. Finally, he rolled from her and went up on an elbow. He studied her for long moments.

You’re not bad, he commented idly, a hand playing in her wildly mussed hair.

Neither are you.

Sulia left the man’s apartment in the early hours of the morning, dishevelled, and aware of some rough play that she could still feel, even her breasts sore. She vaguely remembered vigorous sessions before, exhausted, she fell asleep. She’d come to, to find the man gone as she lay sprawled on her stomach, a sheet carelessly flung over her. She walked very slowly towards the elevator. Her shoes were in one hand and she only wore a hotel robe, her clothes in the other hand. She waited at the elevator to open and went into it, unaware of the other occupant who stood at the back of it, cynically observing her, an amused smile playing about a somewhat stern mouth. She just stood, a little stupidly, waiting.

What floor? asked a deep, husky voice.

Sulia turned to stare blankly at a familiar figure.

Four, she responded.

You made a batch of it by the look of you, came the cool comment.

Sulia tried to think of something to say, anything. She wanted to dig a gigantic hole and climb into it.

Maybe.

Renge is known for his energy, came another observation. Not the gentlest of operators, I believe, but has considerable success with his prey and gives much satisfaction.

Prey?

Yes. Saw he’d marked you a couple of days ago.

Did you?

Saw you with him last night. The end result was a foregone conclusion.

Was it?

Absolutely. Here is your floor.

The elevator door opened and Sulia tried to gather her dignity as she walked steadily from it. She heard a laugh behind her.

~~~

Sulia showered slowly, as if that would wash away all of Renge that she could. Her thoughts were turbulent and confused. She felt a mixture of rage and disgust with herself for having been so easily gulled by one like Renge, and angry that the man in the elevator should find her such a source of amusement. She knew she felt a fool. Then she just sighed. She’d got what she’d clearly been wanting, so she knew she had no complaint; she looked in the mirror at marks on her breasts where Renge had been especially challenging. Did she like being a whore like that? Sulia had to give a small and guilty smile. She had to admit to a cross self that, yes, she had responded and had actually enjoyed some aspects of it, if not others. It would give her something to remember on bleak days.

With a sigh, Sulia began to pack. Her suitcase was small. She wore a long brown velvet skirt with a matching waist length jacket over a red silk blouse, and her elegant feet were shod in black suede ankle boots. She swept her thick hair back with a brush then let it fall forward round her face, before she applied a light red lipstick and brushed at her eyelashes with mascara. Finally, she replaced her jewellery, checked the room thoroughly, grasped her shoulder bag and carefully left her room.

Pulling her suitcase behind her she went once more, for the last time, to the elevator and exited at the foyer. There were many people milling about, she had already paid, and all she needed to do was call for a taxi. She went outside. It was cold and misty and there was, as she expected, a substantial cold queue. Resigned, she joined it. She knew a long patient wait would follow, so she was surprised when a vehicle slowed to draw up opposite her and a window slid down. A voice spoke. It was instantly recognizable.

Need a lift? Sulia stared through the mist, to see her stranger male gesturing. Where are you trying to go?

Airport.

Me, too. Hop in. You’ll die of cold in that stupid outfit.

Sulia gasped and went to turn her head away, until the voice came again.

Don’t be sillier than you need to be. Get in.

Sulia didn’t know whether to be grateful or to flatly refuse. A quick look at the length of the queue and a definite shiver decided her.

Hurry up. We can’t hold everyone else up for your convenience.

Sulia stepped forward. A door opened, she was almost wrenched inside and the deep voice gave an instruction to the driver. Sulia was on the back seat, with her suitcase wedged between her and the stranger and her handbag wound round her in an inexplicable knot. She tried to extricate herself from it without success.

Here, let me. It’s tight.

I know.

Sit still.

Sulia, weary and unable to form any coherent thought in her head at this moment, obeyed. She felt long, strong fingers tug and then disentangle straps, then the bag was free.

Thank you.

Do you have a name?

Yes.

Well?

Well what?

What is it?

Does it matter?

No, but it is discourteous to speak like that when someone offers you a lift.

I could have waited.

In that outfit? Why the hell don’t you wear a heavy, warm coat, or isn’t that fashionable enough for you?

You are damn rude, said Sulia, through clenched teeth.

True, but warm and rude, unlike you who are cold and rude.

Sulia turned her head to study the man who was lounged back next to her, his legs stretched out comfortably in what she realized wasn’t an ordinary taxi at all but a limousine. She looked at an older man, probably forty-ish, with a head of dense, wavy dark hair only now beginning to be speckled with traces of silver. He was bearded, but through the beard Sulia could discern a curly mouth. He had well opened eyes that were dark, with very long dark eyelashes, and an almost classically straight nose. The overall impression was of strong facial bone structure; he was undeniably a very good-looking man. Sulia guessed he was tall because he looked loose-limbed and he had broad shoulders. She recalled that from the poolside.

She saw he was observing her, a disquieting glint in his eyes and an amused sardonic curl to his mouth.

Finished staring at me? he asked casually.

Sulia drew in a long breath.

Yes.

Good. I am staring at you too.

So?

You have an attractiveness about you, now I look more particularly at you. In the bar you looked drunk. At the poolside you looked cross and in the lift you looked like a harlot.

Sulia took another deep breath.

Do you always insult people, especially strangers?

Often. But you are no longer a stranger, are you?

Yes I am.

Not at all. I feel I know you quite well. You have met me several times now and have favoured me with your opinion at least twice. You have commented forcefully on my manners.

You deserved it.

I could reciprocate in kind.