“Get on your knees.” I demand him.
He obeys, getting into a kneeling position. His cock so hard that I can see every vein popping through his beautiful caramel shaft. The head bulging. He's breathing fast from the climax he was reaching while he was fucking me. I plan to finish him off with an extreme orgasm.
“You want to come?” I ask him, whip in hand.
He nods.
“I can't hear you. Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want to come.”
“Ask me nicely, ask me to make you come.”
“Please, please make me come.”
“I don't believe you... beg me... or I'll leave you like this.”
“Please, Veronica, I need you to make me come. I want to so bad, please make me come.”
I walk behind him and snap the whip against his ass.
“You don't want to come.” I tease.
“Yes, I want to come. Please, please make me come.” He whimpers. I can hear the ache to release in his voice.
I walk back in front of him and trail the fringe of the whip down his chest and over his hard cock. I set it aside, put the blindfold over his eyes and get onto my knees in front of him, reaching my hands down to his dick. I start stroking his shaft, playing with his head in between each stroke. His hands tied, he tries to reach for me, but he can't touch me. I make him spread his legs open wider and I slide down to lie underneath him. My face, under his tight balls and rock hard cock, I begin licking and sucking him as I play with my clit.
He moans and breathes heavily. I play with the cock ring, his balls tighten to the max. I milk his cock with my hands as he thrusts forward and back with each stroke. His body twitches and jerks above me. He lets out a loud moan and he lets out an explosion of come, the sight of it sets my climax off and I come along with him, my pussy snapping and throbbing from the intense orgasm. He continues to twitch and groan, I watch his balls pulsate from the release.
I scoot out from under him and sit up. My pussy touching the cold wood, sending a chill through me that makes my swollen pussy lips tingle with delight. I remove the blindfold from his eyes, he's panting from the high of pleasure. I take the ties off from his wrists and his body goes limp on the table, sending him into a sitting position.
“That was incredible, Veronica. I have never come as hard as I did just now.”
I smile at him and lean forward to kiss his full, quivering lips as he breathes. “I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I came pretty wickedly too, watching you come.” I wink at him.
“So hot, I can't believe what I've been missing all of my life.”
“Just imagine, that's not the only thing we can do in this room. The possibilities are endless. Something new to try every time, keeps things from being vanilla.”
“Vanilla?” He asks with one eyebrow raised. He stands up to stretch his body.
“Yeah, you know, plain. I don't do boring sex, I told you, and I meant it.”
“You're not kidding. That was far from Vanilla.” He chuckles and I join in.
“You hungry?” I ask him. He looks shocked that I can simply go back to normal after such a sexual event.
He gives a crooked smile. “Yeah.” He says as he nods.
“Let's order some Chinese.” I walk out the door and he follows close behind, leading down the stairs and into the living room.
He smacks me on the ass when I bend down to get my phone. I turn around to face him and he gives me a wink.
Yeah... this is definitely just what I need in my life.
The sun comes in from the windows. I sit up from my sleep and look around, the wine glasses and empty Chinese boxes are sitting on the coffee table. I turn to see Adrian sprawled out on the couch beside me. He's lying there, just his jeans on, his chest bare and heaving from his breathing. Shit, he got to stay this time. It's not so bad I suppose, as long as he doesn't make a habit of it. He's so fucking sexy though, I can't be mad that he's still here for me to look at. Wonder if he's ready for more, I love morning sex, it's not something I've had a lot of.
I smile when I think of the conversation we had while eating last night. I told him about wanting to paint him, he agreed to it and I'm really looking forward to that play date. I know it will turn into more than me painting. I smile wider at the thought. He's in for a lot of fun if he thought last night was good. I stand up and pull my robe around me when I hear my phone ringing. I dig in the couch and find it, answering before the ring wakes Adrian.
“Hello?” I have no clue who it is, the number is private.
“Ms. Thorne. This is Mrs. Stine from Dr. Clayton's office, he wanted me to call and see if you would like to set up a time to have lunch this week.”
The voice of the woman is robotic and professional. I pause at the sudden question, unaware of the possibility that he would have someone call to set up a meet between us.
“May I ask what this lunch is concerning?” I ask, still unsure of what my response should be.
“He wants to go over the project that he has requested. He mentioned that it is due soon, and considering your recent accident, he wanted to be sure you were still up to it.”
“I have full intentions on completing all of the projects due, including his. Are you sure we need to have lunch to discuss this?”
“That's not up to me, ma'am, I was just asked to set up a day and time. If you would like, you can call the office after one o'clock to speak with him personally.”
I decided to go ahead and meet with him. I need to figure things out in person.
“Set it up for tomorrow at twelve, please. We can meet at the diner down the street from his office.”
“Will do. Thank you. Have a nice day, Ms. Thorne.”
“Same to you.”
I hang up and walk back into the living room, Adrian is still sound asleep. I didn't expect that call, but I'm glad I'm finally going to get things straight with Mr. Clayton. I really can't have someone gaining romantic interest in me, especially someone I have no type of feelings for in that way. Adrian starts to move around, his eyes begin to peek open. He opens them fully and looks at me with a big smile.
“Good morning.” He sits up and stretches out his body.
“Good morning. Sleep well?” I ask him as I walk over to sit down next to him.
“Yes, very well for sleeping on a couch.”
“Great sex equals nice sleep. I slept deep, didn't even realize you were here until I woke up this morning to be honest.”
“Well I'm glad I didn't disturb your rest.” He chuckles.
“I think we both needed that, we must have crashed after staying up talking all night.”
His smile grows bigger. “It was nice for sure.”
“Well I was thinking of waking you with some more fun, but I changed my mind... figured you could use a break for now.” I wink at him.
He laughs. “Maybe, but I wouldn't have turned it down.” He winks back. It's tempting.
“So, I wasn't planning to go into work today... but I think I should finish up what I can. I don't have much more to get done, it would be great to get it all completed today if possible.”
“Yeah, you should do that. I hope you can get it all done too. Then maybe you'll have a little more free time for a while.” He gives me a sexy smile. “I have to go back to rehearse in about an hour or two anyway, so it's cool.”
“Okay... hey... I was wondering, what are you doing this weekend?”
“That's when my headlining shows are... on Friday and Saturday. You are invited, you already know that.”
“Oh...” I look down.
“Why? What's up?” He puts his finger under my chin and lifts my head up.
“It's my birthday weekend. Jenna is most likely planning something for it. Was just going to invite you if you weren't busy... which apparently you are, no biggie though... I'm not really looking forward to celebrating this year anyway.” I give a half smile.
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sp; “Oh, damn, I'm sorry. Can you convince Jenna to come to my shows as part of the celebration? We can always hang out after the shows, too. Unless you don't like that idea.”
“No, it's cool. I'll see what she says about it. There's no telling what she's been planning.”
“We'll get it figured out.” He reassures me.
I get to the studio and work into the night. When I finally make it home, I'm literally exhausted. I grab my phone to text Adrian, and drift off to sleep before I hit send. It's almost ten in the morning when I wake up. I have to meet Mr. Clayton in two hours. I get up to shower and get dressed. By the time I'm heading out of the door, I have an hour to be there, it's on the opposite side of town and it's the lunch rush. I make it there with ten minutes to spare. I find Mr. Clayton already seated and tell a waitress I'm here to meet with him. She walks me over and hands me a menu after taking my drink order.
“Mr. Clayton.” I greet him, my eyes not wanting to connect with his.
“Ms. Thorne. Thank you for meeting with me today. How are you feeling?”
“I'm great, thank you.”
“That's great.” He says with a smile. “No complications since the accident?”
“Nope, everything has been good. Including my car.”
“Ah, yes.” He says with a complicated look on his face that I can't figure out.
“You really shouldn't have done that, Mr. Clayton, it's too much.”
“I know I didn't have to Veronica, but I wanted to, and please, call me Richard.”
First name basis? No, thank you. We're not on that level.
“Who wants to spend thousands on a car just because?”
“Is it a problem?” He looks confused.
“I'm not saying it's a problem, but at the same time I don't know how to react to such a gesture. I mean, that's a big deal. Not to mention, I can afford it myself.”
He looks offended. “I never said you couldn't. I didn't do it to show off my money, Veronica. Can't someone just do something nice for someone else?”
“As long as there aren't any strings attached.” I blurt out before thinking.
“Strings?” He chuckles.
“Well what is it then? There's got to be more to it than just being nice. It's not just the car either... the paint brushes?”
“Oh yes, do you like them?”
His nonchalance becoming offensive. Do I look as dumb as he's portraying me?
“They're very nice, Mr. Clayton. However, gifts like that are meant for more personal relations... not from doctor to patient, normally.”
“I don't do normally.” He says in a cocky mimic.
“Wow. Do you have any idea how you're making me feel right now?”
“Veronica, the only thing I'm trying to do is make up for what happened. If that's not acceptable in the normal world, I'm sorry. Honestly, I've felt guilty since the accident. It's not that I think the gifts would make up for anything, but you deserve that and so much more.”
Fuck. Here it comes. I knew there were strings. He can't fool me.
He continues, “You're beautiful, young, talented, and loved. You didn't deserve to almost lose your life over my carelessness. You deserve to be treated like a princess.”
Ew. I think I just somewhat vomited in my mouth. The sound of being his princess, that thought alone merely causes me to be sick. Seriously? He's older, he's cocky, and he obviously thinks material things are what counts to bribe people into liking you. He's wrong. First of all, I would rather be treated like a queen than a princess. Secondly, I don't take well to being beneath someone. He comes off as that type. I can't help but lose my appetite.
“Aren't you going to order?” He asks me when the waitress comes to take our orders.
“No, thanks. I'm not hungry.”
“I'll have the house salad.” He tells the waitress who's waiting.
“Okay, so I thought you wanted to meet about the project... what did you want to discuss?”
“That was just my way of getting you to meet with me. I knew you wouldn't find time for me unless it had to do with work. I can tell you're all about work, Veronica.”
I roll my eyes. “So you lied to get me to meet with you?”
“Not lied, just used a different reason.”
Cocky bastard.
“Look.” I interrupt his sip of his drink. “Whatever your intentions are. Stop. I'm thankful for what you've done and all, but I think that's where it needs to be left at. So, thank you for your kindness.”
“If that's how you want to play it.” He takes a sip of his drink, he even does that in a cocky bastard manner.
“Excuse me? Play? I'm not into games. You have the wrong person. If you think that I'm playing hard to get or something, you're sadly mistaken. I have no interest in taking things further than what they are between us. Client and Painter. Doctor and Patient. Beyond that, there's nothing. I don't even know you. Just because you helped me, doesn't give you the right to try to get into my pants.”
I get easily tempered when someone assumes shit about me that's not true. What can I say, I respect and protect myself. I get up and grab my purse from the seat.
“You'll change your mind, Veronica.” That stupid grin on his face, I want to smack it off of him.
“You can come to the Triple R meeting when the other clients come to choose if you'd like to use the piece I created for you. Otherwise, I would rather not have these personal meetings again. Have a nice day, Mr. Clayton.”
“Oh shit. I knew there was more to it.” Jenna says.
Sitting outside of the gallery, talking about what happened at the lunch I had the day before. I told her how his personality took a complete turn and all the bullshit he said to me.
“You were right, you've always been good at depicting people's actions. I just never thought he would do that. I've only met with him in my work environment, he didn't try anything then.”
“Maybe the accident made him feel differently. For all you know he could have had his eye on you for a long time.”
“Creepy.” I shake my head.
Then I get to thinking. The way I first saw Adrian, how I had dirty thoughts about him for weeks before ever meeting him and getting to know him personally. Maybe I'm just as much of a creep. If I told Adrian, he may see me in a different light, like I have serious issues. I admit to myself that I have problems, or at least in my eyes. I wouldn't want to let anyone else know these things about me though. I think I've exposed Adrian to enough recently, with my room of guilty pleasures and all.
I change the subject. “So, Adrian wanted to know what you are planning for my birthday. He has two headlining shows over the weekend, he didn't know if you would want to use the venues as part of it or something.”
“Actually, I was thinking of taking you somewhere we haven't been in a long time.” She has a sneaky look across her face.
“Where's that?” My curiosity strikes.
“The male strip club.” She grins wickedly.
“Oh God.” I laugh.
“I'm serious, I need some excitement in my life too, you know.”
“Is it my birthday or yours?” I chuckle.
“Hey, you know you'd enjoy it just as much. Adrian isn't the only man left on earth, girl.”
“Yeah... but...”
“But what? It's not like the two of you are in a relationship. So I know that shouldn't be what's stopping you.”
“So what am I supposed to tell him?”
“The truth. Why does it matter? It's not like he can get mad.”
“I can't tell him that.”
“Why not? Something going on between the two of you that I'm not aware of?”
“No... it's just that I know he's sensitive. I don't think he would like the idea compared to us attending his show.”
“Alright, so we can come up with something to tell him for Friday then we can go to his Saturday show. Would that work?”
“I guess.” I shrug and laugh. “You're a m
ess, Jen.”
“Proud of it.” She chuckles.
“That's Playmate coming out of you.” I grin.
“You know me, Ronni, I can't go too long without having some good fun.”
“Bad fun is more like it.” I chuckle.
“Call it what you want, we only live once.” She shrugs and flips her blonde hair out of her face.
We go inside and get the display room set up for the Triple R's that way there's not much to do when the actual day comes. My paintings are hung along the wall, showcasing each one individually. I look at Mr. Clayton's piece. I feel disgusted. Something about that man just makes me cringe now. I can't wait for this to be over.
I text Adrian when I'm finished with everything at the gallery to see if he wants to meet up tonight at a bar. I want to tell him the truth when he asks about my birthday weekend, but it's in his best interest to leave it at what Jenna came up with. She decided that we tell him we're having a girls night Friday and then we will be at his show on Saturday. If he wants to know what we're doing, I'll just tell him we're going to dinner and movies with a couple of our girl friends.
'What are you up to tonight?'
'Not much, what about you?'
'Want to meet for drinks?'
'Where at?'
'Blu's Bar'
'When will you be there?'
'In about 40 minutes.'
'I'll see you soon then.'
Blu's is packed tonight, they're having a special poet's night. I love to listen to the talents of poets, the words they speak are so honest and raw. I get inside and find a booth near the back. The music plays before the first poet takes the stage, I have the waitress come over to take my drink order while I wait for Adrian. About ten minutes passes, he walks in and spots me right away. I smile at him when he motions to the bar to let me know he's grabbing a drink.
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