by JS Taylor
Adam glances at his guitar, and then strums the first few chords. The sound echoes out through the bar. Simple, yet beautiful.
I like this song already.
Then Adam’s blue eyes settle on mine, and he sings the first chorus.
“Never believed,
I’d stop,
Roaming free…”
The song has a haunting quality which draws you right in. But the real power is Adam’s voice. I’ve heard him sing a thousand times, of course, on the radio and TV. But the raw acoustic power of it is something else.
No wonder he became world famous. What producer wouldn’t sign this voice?
I want to close my eyes, to drink him in.
But Adam’s blue eyes are so intense. It’s as though the rest of the bar has melted away, and he’s singing only to me.
Adam picks up the tempo, and strums harder to bring the next part of the chorus in.
“But then the seasons changed,
And in that Summer lightning…”
Next to me, I hear Tammy give a little gasp. I feel a shudder of amazement.
My name. He’s singing my name…
Adam’s voice shifts again.
“There was something in your eyes,
And when that gentle rain came,
I was changed. I was changed…”
The song drifts upwards, pulling us with it. The sentiment and harmony is so stunning. And then we hear the chords that signal the chorus.
Adam closes his eyes, and sings.
“Cause,
You are the thunderbolt,
That shot into my heart,
And when that thunderbolt hits,
You know. You know.
Nothing will ever be the same.”
Adam’s eyes are open again, resting gently on me. Beside me, I catch George wiping away a tear out of the corner of her eye.
But I’m frozen to the spot. My emotions are so close to boiling over, I feel as though the moment I move, I’ll break into floods of tears.
So I stay standing, rigid, soaking up the words and the melody, and Adam swoops effortlessly through the rest of the song.
“Never believed,
I’d stop,
Roaming free,
But that Summer lightning struck me hard,
My thunderbolt,
Changed my heart,
Forever changed. Forever yours.”
As he sings the chorus again, my eyes are burning.
He wrote that for me.
I’m so stunned with everything I’m feeling, that the last chord washes over me like a warm wave. And I hardly notice, when Adam weaves his way back through the cheering crowd, and is at my side.
George and her friends are clapping wildly as he re-joins our group. But for the moment, his attention is all for me.
“Did you like it?” he asks gently.
I nod fractionally, knowing that if I say a word, the tears will come.
Adam assesses my expression, and seems to understand. Then he looks back at George.
“Did you like your birthday song?” he asks.
George nods as though her head will fall off.
“Thank you sooo much,” she says. “It was absolutely beautiful. To have an Adam Morgan new release played at my birthday…”
She holds her hands to her heart. “Just. Wow,” she finishes.
Adam smiles.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he says. “I have to get back now,” he adds. “Would you mind if I took Summer away with me? I’d like to discuss the song I just sung you.”
Wait a minute…
“Of course,” says George. I’m not sure she even knows what she’s saying, George is so hypnotised by Adam and his singing.
“Grand,” replies Adam. His hand closes tightly around mine.
Is it my imagination, or is there something a little portentous about that grip?
I feel my stomach swirl.
“Come on Summer,” he says.
I catch Tammy’s knowing expression, as I’m half dragged out of the bar. And just about have time to register the many female faces staring enviously at me.
Then we’re out on the busy Chelsea high street.
“That song…” I begin, struggling for the right words. “It was really true? I’m your thunderbolt?”
Adam turns to me, mystified.
“Of course you are baby. Can’t you tell?”
He frowns slightly, and draws me close.
“I’m not always the best, at saying how I feel,” he says. “And you Summer. Well. There aren’t easy words for how I feel about you. I find it easier to put it to music.”
“It was beautiful,” I say. “It was perfect. Truly. I loved it.”
And I love you.
The tears that threatened to fall before are welling out of my eyes now.
“I can’t believe you wrote that for me,” I whisper.
Adam tilts his head, and wipes a tear from my eye.
“I’d do so much more for you,” he says simply.
I love you!
The words are forming on my lips, when Adam tightens his grip on my hand.
“But now,” he says, with a mischievous grin, “it’s time for you to do something for me? Remember? Consequences?”
Ooops. This could be interesting…
“Come on,” he drags me by the hand, without waiting for a reply.
I catch sight of Adam’s bike parked up, but to my confusion he draws me in the opposite direction.
“Where are we going?’ I ask. “Isn’t your bike over there?”
Adam nods.
“My bike is over there. But if I have to ride anywhere with you on the back, I’m going to explode.”
Oh…
“We’re going to a hotel,” he says. “Just over the road. And if I can keep my head long enough to get you into the bedroom, you’re in serious trouble.”
Chapter 23
Adam pulls me into the hotel room so fast, I hardly know what’s happening. He barely paused to check in, signing the name to an account he already had. And once he’d paid for the best suite in the hotel, he virtually carried me up the stairs.
As soon as the door slams shut, however, his energy changes. Adam switches from frantic lust, to a slow consideration. It’s like he has a coiled energy about him.
I barely take in the hotel room. It’s a boutique style, with deep colours, and contemporary styling. I vaguely note a large claw-footed bath tub stands in one corner of the room.
But these observations all pale into nothing, with Adam so close.
My heart is beating out of my chest.
What is he going to do with me?
The expectation is making me burn hot and cold with desire.
Adam is eyeing me, as though assessing his options.
“So you chose to disobey me?” he says finally. “Does that mean you wanted to find out what the consequences were?”
“George picked a dress out for me,” I begin, “it was short and…”
Something in his eyes makes me stop. Because I’m not telling the whole truth.
“Maybe,” I admit quietly.
Adam’s breathing hitches.
“I see,” he says. And in those two words, whirr a million possibilities.
His eyelids drop a little, and he wraps his arms around me.
“I think some discipline might be in order.”
I jerk a little in his grip.
“Discipline?”
Was that what I was expecting?
Adam pulls me closer. His words are having a strange effect on my body. Despite my shock, a pulse of heat ripples through me.
Discipline?
“After all,” adds Adam silkily. “You broke the rules didn’t you?”
He slides his hand slowly along the length of my body, until it’s resting on my behind. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Adam locks his eyes with mine. His hand is resting lightly on my behind. It f
eels red hot.
“Now,” he says slowly. “You’re going to discover the consequences of disobedience.”
He raises his hand, and brings it down with a sharp slap.
I jolt, partly in shock. But – I can’t deny it – lust has ricocheted through me along with the slap.
Do it again!
The thought shocks me.
My lips part slightly, not knowing how to respond. I feel held in a trance of desire. Like I’m in thick treacle. And the terrible truth is, what I want now, more than anything, is him.
“You see Summer,” whispers Adam bringing his face close to mine. “I think you might like a little discipline after all.”
I swallow again, no longer trying to fight the surge of feeling coursing through me.
This is so fucking hot.
“First,” he says slowly, drawing out the word, “you’re going to take off that dress.”
I hesitate, and then take hold of the hem.
Adam steps back.
“Slowly,” he orders. “Make a show for me. This is your punishment, remember?”
How could I forget?
I slowly inch down the zip of the dress, feeling as though I’m in some kind of dream.
Adam nods approvingly.
“Very nice,” he murmurs.
The dress passes over my head, temporarily blocking Adam from my view.
When I see him again his eyes are dark with lust.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Now walk over to the bed.”
This time I obey instantly. It’s like I’m in a trance. A lust-fuelled thrall to Adam Morgan’s will.
I pad over to the bed. In an instant, he’s at my shoulder. His hot breath on my neck sends shivers of anticipation down my spine.
“Kneel,” he whispers.
Slowly, I take off my shoes. Then I drop down, kneeling before the bed.
Adam is standing over me now.
“I think we’ll start,” he murmurs, “with a little spanking.”
Wait… He’s going to spank me?
I turn my head uncertainly.
“Don’t turn around unless I tell you too,” he orders.
I twist me head back quickly, chastened by his tone.
Then he gently bends me over the bed, so my ass is raised towards him.
I should feel undignified, offered to him like this. But the surges of longing are ruling out any rational sentiment.
He slides off my panties slowly, letting his fingertips brush lightly over my ass and thighs. I shudder beneath him.
My panties drop to the floor, and then his hands are back, caressing my naked buttocks.
It feels so good. A powerful urge rises up. I want him to take me right now. Over the bed.
But Adam has other ideas. I hear him removing his clothing. And then his hands are back to stroking, teasing.
“Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences?” he says softly, “to your disobedience?”
“I…”
I start to reply, but his hand strikes the supersensitive skin of my ass.
I gasp.
He’s actually spanking me!
This wasn’t how I expected it to feel at all. I know I should feel humiliated. But the truth is I want him to do it again.
His hands return to stroking, and my body is begging him to spank me.
There’s the briefest of pauses, and then his hand strikes. Not hard, but sharply enough to send a thrill through my entire body.
“I think you wanted me to punish you,” says Adam softly. His hand comes again. “Didn’t you?”
I don’t reply. My head is buried in the bed. My body is a riot of emotion. All I want is for him to be inside me.
“Please…” I beg, “I want you…”
The hand comes again, harder this time.
“You’ll get me,” says Adam, his voice dangerous. “But it’s going to be hard Summer. Are you ready for that?”
He has no idea how ready.
“Yes!” I blurt.
There’s a pause, and I hear the sound of a condom packet opening. Then he’s holding my ass with both hands, positioning my hips roughly.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” groans Adam, his hardness pressing in between my legs. He waits, dragging the moment out until I’m almost screaming with desire. And then he plunges forward, grabbing my ass to power himself deeper.
“Aaaahhh!” I let out a cry of sheer guttural lust as he drives inside of me. It’s so raw and intense. Every stroke is like he’s striking the very heart of me.
He thrusts into me relentlessly building a rhythm. Then, just when I think I’m going to explode, he picks me up, and throws me onto the bed.
Before I know what’s happening he’s between my thighs, pushing my legs high over my head.
I’m laid on my back, totally open, exposed to him. My knees are by my ears, and his hands grip my thighs, forcing them back. Then he’s powering into me again, taking me deep.
I can see his face now, and I’m drinking in every inch of his handsome features as he moves hard into me. My hands move of their own accord, cupping his buttocks urgently, maximising his movements into me.
I throw back my head, my mouth open, panting for more of him. And he stops, deep inside me. My eyes seek out his.
“You look good with your mouth open,” he says. And suddenly he’s sliding out of me, kneeling over my face. Slowly, he slides away the condom.
Adam leans close, letting his erection touches my lips, and I gasp. The feeling of abandonment as he left my body has been replaced by a craving to have him in my mouth.
“You look like you want me deep,” he says.
I nod, not sure what I’m letting myself in for.
I do want that. But I’m also aware of the sheer logistics of having him in my mouth.
Adam is breathing heavily. He holds my head firmly in both hands, and slides himself over my lips.
Mmmmm.
I can taste the faint rubber of the condom. But there’s something else. Something which is distinctly, deliciously Adam.
I move my head forward, eager to take more of him. But he’s restraining me.
“Easy Summer,” he whispers. “We do this my way.”
Slowly, he slides himself forward, inch by inch, until his hardness threatens to overwhelm me. Just when I’m sure I can’t take any more, he adjusts his angle, and then he’s so deep in my mouth I’m completely full with him.
It’s so much, that the length of him is bordering on frightening. But it’s hot too. And just when he reaches my maximum, he pulls back slightly. And suddenly I want him back where he was. At my limit.
“Again?” he whispers.
Restrained as I am, by his hands, and my mouth full of him, I can only blink my response. But he understands immediately.
In the next second I’m full to my maximum with his hardness.
He moves back and forth again, groaning.
I move my tongue on him, relishing my power. At this moment he is totally mine. In thrall to my ability to pleasure him.
“Summer!” he gasps moving softly in my mouth, “you are so good at this.”
He groans again, and pulls carefully back.
My eyes deliver an injured expression. I wanted all of him. To feel him surrender everything to my mouth.
He shakes his head.
“Not yet,” he breathes. “You’re much too talented with your mouth Summer.”
His hands caress the sides of my body, as my eyes follow his erection, hoping he’ll relent.
Then his body moves down, and his mouth is between my legs.
“Only fair I return the favour,” he murmurs, adjusting my thighs for better access.
My world explodes in pleasure.
How can he know how do that?
My back arches, and it’s the most I can do not to scream aloud. His tongue makes fast circles over my clit, stopping occasionally to make an expert little dip further down.
It’s too g
ood.
My brain is giving up on words. I only know sensation.
“Not yet,” he breathes.
But I can hardly help myself. My body is exploding in an arc of hot pleasure. There’s no stopping it.
The mesmerising heat of Adam’s mouth is gone suddenly. I hear him roll on another condom. Then he’s back inside me.
To my erupting body, it feels as though his hardness has doubled in size. And I also hit the ceiling to feel him back there, thrusting hard into me.
“Now Summer,” he whispers. But there’s no need for him to tell me. The orgasm is already detonating in every part of my body.
“Aaaaahhhh!”
A small part of me registers that I’m screaming the place down. But it’s blanked out by the relentless pleasure burning through me.
“I can feel you,” groans Adam, “I’m going to come.”
He thrusts twice more, quick and deep, expanding the rippling waves of my orgasm. And then he groans aloud, shuddering into me.
I lie back, slightly stunned, as the ebb of sensations expand and contract in my body.
Adam is staring into my eyes, stroking my hair.
I feel like my soul is pouring into his gaze.
He’s looking at me, like I’m the most precious thing in existence.
“Did you like that?” he says finally.
My face opens into a smile.
“Couldn’t you guess?”
He laughs.
“You certainly sounded like you were enjoying it.”
“I was.”
I feel suddenly a little shy, remembering the spanking. And my urgency for him to fuck my mouth.
“Well, Summer Evans,” breathes Adam. “It looks like we’re discovering more and more of you.”
There’s a sudden knock at the door and we both freeze.
I look at Adam questioningly, but he looks just as confused as I do.
The knock comes again, louder this time.
“Mr Morgan?” says an uncertain voice.
I glance at him anxiously. Is something wrong?
Perhaps it’s just something that happens when you’re a celebrity. Maybe the hotel has a gift for him.
Adam hesitates, as though he’s contemplating ignoring the knock, but then it comes a third time. It sounds as though something really might be wrong.
