Solid Stone: Odyssey

by E. G. Patrick

  I put the phone back in my purse and continue to look out the window. We visit his doctor, who confirms that I will be fine and just need some rest. Adam seems relieved. When we leave, it’s cloudy and ominous, quite like I’m feeling inside.

  Chapter 6

  It’s not too much longer before we arrive at his house. It’s warm when we walk inside. I’ve forgotten how large and impressive it is, having adjusted to the apartment. Feeling like a guest, I stand and wait in the foyer for Adam’s instructions when he says, “Follow me upstairs.” He takes my bag, but leaves my laptop near the door as I follow him up to the master bedroom. “Get undressed.” For a split second I think he wants me as I see him begin to undress, only to watch him re-dress in jeans and T-shirt. I feel disappointment as he looks really good and I just need a good cuddle and then to feel him inside me. He interrupts my thoughts. “I’ll be working from home today and tomorrow so I can ensure you rest. You seem far less likely to defy me when you can’t hide behind an email or a phone.” He’s right.

  I’m naked and hear Adam in the bathroom filling up the tub, so I join him. He looks me up and down and I know he wants me as much as I want him. He catches me looking at the bulge in his pants and points down and says, “This is biology.” Then pointing to the side of his head says, “And this is control, which I have lots of. Get into the tub.” I almost sigh as his meaning is loud and clear; he isn’t going to give me what I want: his cock.

  He takes my hand as I step into the big deep tub and sit down. The water is perfect and soothing and it covers me up to my neck. Adam takes a hair tie from the drawer and pulls my hair into a very high ponytail on top of my head. He takes a cloth and lathers it up with nice scented body wash and begins to wash me. Lifting my arm up he runs the cloth up one side and then down the other and repeats this with my other arm. He lifts each leg, washing each one and my feet. I’m in heaven. This feels wonderful. I really do want to fuck him badly, though. I lie back and let Adam take control. I close my eyes as his cloth-covered hand washes my breasts and then my neck. I feel aroused by his touch. I feel him put his free arm behind me to pull me forward so he can wash my back. It feels amazing, him washing my back. He slides his hand under the water to reach right underneath me.

  Tingling sensations come to life in me. If I concentrate enough, I can probably come. He gently moves his arm and leans me back against the tub. His hand moves to my stomach and eventually lingers in between my legs as I feel his fingers washing me down there. I want to explode, it’s insane. I open my eyes and see he’s watching me. He hasn’t told me I can’t come. I close my eyes again as his fingers move in between my thighs, still washing me. I don’t think it’s my imagination when I feel his thumb and index finger playing with my clitoris, then rubbing and pressing. I open my eyes for a split second to find his dark blue eyes fixed on me. I orgasm instantly and whisper, “Oh Adam, you drive me crazy.” My legs buckle causing my knees to come up out of the water. He knows what’s he done, but his expression hasn’t changed. He begins to rinse me and when he’s finished, he helps me out of the tub and wraps me in a big soft bath towel.

  Taking my hand, he leads me to the chair in the corner of the bathroom and sits in it as he begins to dry me. Even when he’s sitting, my head is only slightly above his, reminding me of how tall and powerful he is. He rubs the towel up and down my body and then lifts each arm to dry before he kicks my legs apart so he can run the towel up and down each leg and then dries in between. I flinch in delight as he touches me there. He turns me around so he can dry my back, slowly rubbing the towel up and down. The rubbing motion feels nice. He moves to my bum cheeks. I feel them jiggle a little as he rubs each cheek with the towel. I’m finally dry, but he’s not finished with me yet. I hear him rubbing his hands together and soon feel his hands massaging body lotion into my shoulders. Oh that feels really good! He moves down to my arms, rubbing and massaging the lotion into my skin. He puts more in his hands and continues to rub down my back and over my bum. As he massages each cheek, more sensations shoot up through me. I throw my head back and moan as I can’t help myself. What he’s doing feels amazingly great!

  He turns me around and I see him take more lotion. His eyes follow his hands as he gently massages it into my breasts; my nipples are standing very erect and have been for some time. His hands continue to move slowly down over my belly where he rubs me again before he finishes by massaging each leg separately, lifting them to massage the lotion into my feet. I feel so relaxed and full of desire right now. Adam wraps me in a bathrobe and sweeps me up in his arms as he carries me back into the bedroom. Pulling the sheet down, he lays me on the bed and covers me.

  He says, “Get some rest. I’ll bring lunch up in an hour.” I watch him leave the room and close the door behind him.

  I know he’s still annoyed, but the bath and massage have me, on the other hand, totally relaxed. I think about turning on the television and before I do, I fall asleep. I dream about being in a gray city with overbearing skyscrapers and I’m completely alone until I see Adam’s face from afar. I watch him turn and run away from me. I try to call out to him but I can’t. I’m frozen in the dream. I have no idea how it ends as I wake when I feel Adam touching me lightly and asking me to sit up. I slowly sit myself up and lean against the pillows he’s put behind me. Adam places a tray on my lap with butternut squash soup, buttered toast, and a cup of green tea. “Eat and then go back to sleep.” He leaves before I can even thank him. The comfort of the bed and the food makes the situation bearable for a while longer. I haven’t really thought through what I have to say to Adam, to get him back to normal. The comfortable bed makes it so easy to fall back asleep after I finish eating.

  §

  When Adam wakes me again, he’s changed from a T-shirt into a sweater and looks great. “How do you feel? You’ve been sleeping for a while now.”

  “I feel good.”

  He seems pleased to hear that. “I’ve left you some dinner in the oven. I have to go out for a while. If you need me, call my cell.”

  “Okay.” I really wanted to talk to him and settle this. In my dream, he was running away from me and that makes me feel uneasy. We’ve barely spoken today and it’s not just because of my sleep. I suspect I will get the full extent of what’s on his mind soon enough. After an hour of lounging in the bed, I get up to change and go downstairs to eat. He’s left me a delicious chicken breast and baked potato. I’m hungry and enjoy every mouthful. Feeling better, I find myself in his office. I’ve rarely been in here. I turn on the lamp on his desk and begin to walk around it. There are desk drawers. I’m about to open the top drawer and stop, not wanting to snoop. Instead, I open a file that’s sitting on top of his desk. His handwriting is neat. He takes meticulous meeting notes, each dated, with code names, situations, discussion points, what he said, what they said and action items. None of that surprises me. I expect his thoughts are just as organized as this file. It’s smart of him to use code names to maintain client confidentiality. That doesn’t surprise me either; he’s been deemed a brilliant lawyer.

  I leave the desk and move to the bookshelf. There are books on law, a few on strategy and leadership. There are university books on various subjects, including human behavior and psychology. I think how well he must put that information to good use. As I scroll down the shelves I find a box tucked away closer to the bottom. I try hard not to open it, but convince myself it’s not locked away so he won’t mind if I do. The box has pictures in it. My heart sinks when I see a photo of him and a very attractive blonde woman who is taller than me. He has his arms wrapped around her and they look very happy. I continue to torture myself and look at four more pictures, also with the blonde. I find a different woman in the last two photos, more casual. They must be exes. Emilia, the ex I met at the club, comes to mind. I recall my tense meeting with her in the women’s restroom. There’s no picture of her. Adam put her in her place and protected me. The conversa
tion eerily runs through my mind, making me wonder what really happened between them. It was clear she still has feelings for him. The picture with the blonde bothers me and I don’t know why. I carefully put the pictures back in the box and return them to where I found them. I wonder if he ever looks at those pictures. I head back up to the bedroom and it doesn’t take long to fall asleep. It’s almost 10:30 when I hear the alarm chime coming from the front door, informing me that Adam’s home. I hear him set the alarm before he comes quietly up the stairs. I pretend to be asleep and hear him quietly moving around before he gets into the bed next to me. He puts his back to me. I feel the moisture forming in my eyes. It takes so much energy to control myself from sobbing out loud. I just lie there feeling sad and alone. I eventually fall asleep.

  §

  When I wake, it’s only me in the bed. I find him downstairs in his office and look in and wave. As I’m about to leave for the kitchen he calls out, “How are you feeling today?”

  I look back in and say, “I feel much better and well rested, thanks.” He smiles at me and I smile back.

  He follows me to the kitchen. “What do you want for breakfast?”

  “I’ll just have toast and some coffee. I can make it myself if you need to work.”

  “Sit down. I’ll make it for you.” He hands me a cup of coffee and soon after, my peanut buttered toast. “If you want to check your email, I can take your laptop upstairs to the bedroom or you can work in here if you want.”

  “Thanks, I’ll work in here.” He leaves and returns with my laptop and places it on the kitchen table.

  “I’ll be in my office if you need me, okay?”

  “Hey, Adam, are we okay? I can’t stand being like this.”

  “Come over here.” I walk over to him and he lifts me up and sits me on the kitchen island. His overbearing presence stands between my legs as he leans forward, placing a hand on either side of my thighs. His closeness turns me on and intimidates me too. He lifts my chin upward so I am looking at him. “Tell me, Violet, why did you defy me?” His voice is low and almost kind.

  I blurt out, feeling secure by the kindness in his voice, “Because your email was so bossy and I really wanted to go shopping.”

  “Okay, I like that you’re being honest. Did you not think it might be because I care for your well- being?”

  “Not then, but I do now.” I try to lower my eyes, but he won’t let me.

  “You’re quite impulsive and it worries me Violet. I find it difficult to comprehend. We are very different in that regard.” He’s so calm it’s nerve-wracking, and those piercing blue eyes don’t help.

  “What do we do now?” Why did I just say that? I scold myself.

  “Babe, we need to teach you self-control and how to manage your temper. Your emotions always seem to get the better of you. Worse things could’ve happened. Thankfully they didn’t.” His eyes burn into mine. He’s so manly and very good looking even when he’s chastising me. Oh shit, focus, Violet.

  “How do we do that?”

  “Well, I could spank you severely to teach you not to defy me again.” A small grin spreads across his lips and becomes more pronounced when I gasp.

  My eyes widen as I say, “Really?”

  He runs his finger across my lips, “No, Babe. Not this time, but only because your ordeal was bad enough.” He’s turning me on.

  “Adam, if I could turn back the clock, I would. Believe me, I wish I could.”

  “Well that’s good, but unrealistic because we can’t turn back time can we?”

  “No, we can’t.”

  He sighs. I can feel his breath, he’s that close. “I can’t help going back to why you just didn’t listen? I even re-read my email to make sure I wasn’t being unreasonable and I wasn’t. Wouldn’t most women jump at a shopping spree? You would’ve still gotten what you wanted.”

  “I’m really not happy about what happened. I’m sorry you had to fly down there. I was rushing to get back to the hotel so I could phone you. I just wasn’t paying attention.”

  “You said that yesterday. Do you really think it’s my fault you got mugged?”

  “It’s not anyone’s fault. I didn’t mean it that way.”

  “Fair enough. Did you take hidden pleasure in defying me?”

  “Yes, I deliberately defied you and took hidden pleasure in it.”

  His handsome face looks down at his hand as he sighs rather loudly. Has he changed his mind? In seconds his focus comes right back to me, “You know Violet, before you, I only had me to worry about and I liked that independence greatly. That’s clearly changed now. It’s very concerning when I try to look out for you and you throw it back in my face. You promised to be more agreeable and accepting of my ways. Do you normally break your promises?” He’s still eerily calm.

  I shake my head, “No.”

  “I hope you know my intentions towards you are of care and concern. It eats away at me that I wasn’t there to protect you.” His eyes look softer now.

  “Oh Adam, don’t feel that way. It’s not your fault.” When I look up at him this time, I know how much I feel for him and how I’d feel if something horrible happened to him.

  As he’s about to kiss me, he says, “I really hope you don’t blame me, Violet.” When our lips part, he leaves me still sitting on the kitchen island with my legs dangling, feeling like a little girl.

  §

  After lunch, I go into his office. His smile is warm. “Are you too busy to go for a walk with me? I could really use some fresh air.”

  “Give me 10 minutes, okay?” I nod and grab my coat to wait for him.

  It’s cool outside so I button up my leather jacket. At least the sun’s out and Adam’s demeanor is friendlier now. He holds my hand as we walk into a coffee shop. Coffees in hand we continue our walk.

  Feeling more like ourselves, I ask, “How often do you hire private planes?”

  He smiles. “On an as-needed basis. In fact, I am considering buying one with my partner at the firm.”

  “Wow, that’s cool.” I can only imagine what that price tag will be!

  “With all the travel we do and flying first class, it all adds up anyway.”

  “You really are a great lawyer aren’t you? And very good at spinning your words to suit the situation.” We both laugh.

  “How’s your sister doing?” I ask.

  “She’s okay, I guess. Speaking of which, I’d like to visit my parents on Sunday. My sister may be home this weekend.”

  “Okay, sounds good. We should meet up with my dad too.”

  “Why don’t you invite him over to our place for lunch or something? He hasn’t seen it yet.”

  “Okay, I’ll call him when we get home.” It feels good being normal again. We walk for another hour and then head back. Adam goes into his office, while I log on to check my work email. There’s a nice email from Paul asking how I’m doing. I email back letting him know I feel fine and will be in on Monday.

  Adam looks very sexy to me when he comes into the kitchen. I really want him and walk over to him, swaying my hips as I do. He smiles at me; he knows what I want. My arms feel good around his neck and so do his lips as they find mine. His roaming tongue flares the flame burning inside of me. I run my hands over his chest and up and down his muscular arms. My tongue soon finds his and I get lost in the kiss, and the feel of his body against mine. He unbuttons my shirt and slides his hand under my bra to find a very erect nipple. I can feel his hard cock against me. “You want something?” He croons in my ear.

  “Yes, Adam, I want you right now.”

  He continues playing with my nipple, “Show me how badly.” He’s going to make me work for what I want.

  I undo his pants button, slide down the zipper, and reach under his boxers to find his cock waiting for me. I rub my hand up and down his cock making him moan,
“That feels good, Babe.”

  He pulls off my shirt while I play with him. I’m certain I’ll be getting what I want very soon now. Before I know it my bra is cast aside and I’m topless, my breasts pressed against his chest while I run my hand up and down him. He quickly undoes my pants and pushes me back so he can slide them down my legs so I can step out of them. His cock swells in my hand when he pulls my panties down and touches my moistness. It’s me who moans this time.

  He pushes me down over the island and has his hand in the small of my back, holding me down. My breasts are pressed against the marble top. I want him now. I need him now. I turn my head and watch Adam’s cock spring out as he lowers his pants. It’s powerfully erect. He looks down at his cock and then at me. He grins and without notice plunges in me. “Ahhh,” I cry out. It feels like months since we’ve been together when it’s only been days. What is it about make-up sex? The hurtful tension from before is released from our bodies as we move as one. Hot flames rise through my vagina to my belly and back again, over and over again. He grips my hips firmly. “That’s good, don’t stop,” I whisper. His cock glides in and out at record speed. My body needs its release and after a few more hard thrusts I cave in and come. He’s lost in his own desire to peak now. I soon feel him climax. He rubs his hands over my bum before he pulls out and goes to the powder room down the hall. I catch my breath and get dressed.

  There’s a comfortable silence between us. Adam pours me a glass of wine and just stares at me for a moment before he says, “You’re a wonderful woman, Violet.”

  Chapter 7

  Saturday is quiet at Adam’s house. He had to call an emergency meeting and go into the office. I think it’s the merger again and I don’t expect him back until dinner time. I decide to call Ann to see how she’s doing.