“It is good. So how are Ann and Ted doing?” It’s always easy to go to them when I need to.
“Oh, they’re really good. I expect one day she’ll tell me they’re engaged. I’ve never seen her with anyone like the way she is with Ted. There’s something special there.”
“You’re happy for her I can tell. Ted’s a nice guy. He seems well centered.”
“He is. No complications, he pretty much fell for Ann from the get go. I knew it was serious when they moved in together.” That comment stings.
“Yeah,” I’m stumped for words. I remind myself, we’re just two friends having dinner and maybe some dessert later. We’re quiet for a while. The waiter clears our plates and pours more wine. We both reach for our glasses, brushing the backs of our hands together. The simple touch makes me feel things. “Happy Birthday Violet, may all your dreams come true.” She smiles and clinks her glass against mine.
“I’ll drink to that,” she says still smiling. I watch her lips against the glass. She has nice lips.
Fuck, stop, no, I’m going to say it to her. “You’re still very special to me, despite what happened.”
“I know I keep asking, but if we’re only friends, you could’ve just sent me the flowers and called me. That’s what most friends would do.” Whoa, where did that come from? I’m being sentimental and she’s giving me the third degree? Who’s the lawyer here anyway?
I smile calmly, even though my insides are burning up for her. “I’m Ann’s proxy. She was coming down to see you and she’s a friend, so why would it be any different for me?”
“Okay, fair point. I guess I have the best friends in the world then. I’m ready for a second glass of wine.” She laughs now too.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying the wine.” She’s so easy to admire.
She whispers in my ear, “Intentionally or not, you’re driving me crazy. I’ve made it clear I want you. Do you want me?” Another zinger, she’s on fire tonight.
“You know I do.” Our kiss earlier sent me spiraling, forcing me to think about her and me in that way.
“Then why are we dancing around what we both want?” She’s definitely not holding back!
“It’s not that simple for me, Violet.”
“We’re both adults.”
I become mush man. “You didn’t trust me, Violet.” I see a flash of guilt cross her beautiful face. I don’t like that so I say, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t still care about you.”
The waiter places our meals in front of us and I take a big gulp of wine. I can feel her looking at me. After the waiter leaves I say softly, “It’s your birthday and I don’t want to upset you. I can’t refuse you, but I don’t want to hurt you either.” My heart thumps in my chest as I wait for her response.
“I know, but if I’m being honest, I won’t be content if we don’t. I want you badly, very badly.”
I have to be sure for her sake. “I want you too, Violet. I never stopped wanting you that way, but that’s not going to change anything. Do you understand?” I don’t need to state the obvious.
She looks into my eyes and says, “I still want you Adam.” I can feel goose bumps under my shirt.
I sigh, giving in. “Okay, let’s finish up here and I’ll take you back to my hotel room.” Heavy drums beat, no thud in my groin. The thought of being with her makes me eat faster.
She notices. “Slow down or you’ll choke.” Her eyes appear darker and more intense than before. We both have needs to fulfill, and I intend to fill hers to the brim.
Chapter 8
“Violet”
Adam’s hotel room is a large, contemporary-styled one bedroom suite. Wasting no time, he dims the lights and pulls me down to sit beside him on one of the sofas. My heart beats at marathon speed, I’m feeling a little nervous; it’s been a while.
Turning me to face him, he moves a piece of hair off my face. As our eyes meet he pulls my head toward him. Before he kisses me he asks, “Are you still on the pill?” I nod yes, and when our lips touch in that very moment, I know I’ve made the right choice about tonight. The kiss is passionate, but not long. He asks, “Are you sure? Once we start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
Against his lips I say, “I’m sure. Every part of me wants you right now.”
There’s no more talking, his lips say enough when they come down hard over mine. His tongue explores every crevice of my mouth as he holds my head firmly so I can’t move it. His kiss makes me want more, much more. I’m now locked in the magic and enchantment of Adam Stone, as my body becomes an overheated inferno.
When our kiss ends, he strokes my hair before pulling me into a standing position. I fall against his hard body and contour myself into him. He whispers in my ear, “Violet or Gia?”
“Gia,” I say breathlessly.
“What is your purpose Gia?”
My legs begin to quiver when I say, “To please you, Master.” My yearnings have just quadrupled.
“You’re mine tonight to do with as I please, right?”
“Yes, completely yours,” I whisper back in his ear. He sweeps me up and throws me over his shoulder. My body dangles down his muscular back as he kicks open the bedroom door.
He places me in a standing position and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me in close. I can feel his hard cock against my thigh when he says, “Wait in here. I’ll call for you when I want you.” I nod as a ferocious yearning works its way up through my vagina and circles around in my belly—it’s that intense. He closes the door behind him while I sit at the foot of the king size bed, waiting to be summoned.
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The door slightly opens and he beckons to me, “I’m ready for you.” Slowly walking into the living room, I see two dining chairs side by side with some space between them. There’s black terry ties attached to each chair, probably from the hotel’s bathrobes. He’s had to improvise. I swallow, which makes him grin. The familiar feelings come back: excitement, fear, and curiosity! He lets me take in what I see before he says in a low, controlled voice, “I want everything off now.”
He stands behind me, very close, and he’s hard as stone. I can feel his fingers pressed against my back as he slowly lowers the zipper of my dress. He steps back to watch me step out of it. His eyes scan my body approvingly as I stand in my bra and matching lace panties with a black garter belt and stockings. “Leave the stockings and garter on.” He runs his finger over the top of my left stocking-covered thigh. My head leans back against his muscular arm. I can’t help myself, I want to touch him. Slowly, I slide off my bra and my panties, which leaves me standing in only heels, a garter belt, and stockings. He’s demanding when he says, “Come and undress me Gia.”
My hands tremble as I undo the buttons on his shirt. I inhale his manly smell as my fingers press against his warm chest—it’s rock hard like his cock. Sliding his shirt down his muscular arms is sexy, he’s gorgeous. Down on my knees, I undo his belt buckle. He adjusts his stance which only turns me on more. I untie the shoelaces of his tan leather shoes. He steps out of one, keeping his foot in the air so I can remove his sock. I do the same with his other foot. Our eyes meet when I look up, and his face is dark with desire. I know he wants me as much as I want him.
Both of my hands slide his pants down his powerful legs. He steps out of them one foot at a time. His fitted boxer-covered cock brushes against my cheek. I want to kiss him from his cock all the way up to his lips; the thought creates a flurry of heated sensations. As I reach for his boxers he stops me by taking my wrists and pulling me up into a standing position.
With his arm tightly around my waist he pulls me to him. I can feel his breath against my cheek. “Kneel on the chairs, put one knee on each seat and bend over.”
I do as I’m told, placing my head in the gap he’s left between the two chairs, allowing me to bend lower. I’m spread-eagle now.
He binds my wrists with the black ties. “These are slip knots, if you want to free yourself use your teeth and pull the long piece, and it will undo the knot. If you do, I will stop what I’m doing, understood?” I nod yes.
He adjusts my hips upward, causing my bum to rise up in the air. He walks around the chairs admiring his subject, me, from every angle. The top of his cock protrudes from his boxers. He leans down. “We have to get you dripping wet before I make you come.” I groan in my head.
My heart thumps in my chest and thumps even harder when he glides his finger down my back, slowly, deliberately, all the way down until he’s under me, between my thighs. His finger rubs back and forth, each time it touches my clitoris my backside clenches and my hips thrust forward. It’s then I feel the first crack of his belt on my left butt cheek. “Ahhh,” I cry out. To soothe me, he strokes my pussy with his long finger. I moan this time, “Mmmm.” He continues to pleasure me by lingering over my clit a little longer each time his finger caresses me.
“Oh, you’re nice and wet now, that’s very good,” he purrs in my ear and strokes my hair. He’s now stroking me in two places and it’s exhilarating. My breathing is heavier and my groin is ablaze. I arch my back like a cat enjoying his touch. Whack, followed by whack, whack, whack! The sound of the strap resonates in the room, as the stings do across my ass cheeks. I cry out again.
When he stands in front of me I look up through my hanging hair, I watch him fold his black leather belt in half and snap it. The sound makes me flinch. My eyes remain on the leather in his hand. He grins and I reposition my knees to brace myself as he moves behind me. I’m surprised, but delighted when the smooth leather glides across my pussy from front to back. “Ohh”, that feels good. He moves it a little faster, creating friction; I grind my hips down to enhance the pleasure. He stops abruptly, swatting my ass really hard. “Keep still, babe, I’ll get you there.” I moan and become still as he turns the pain back into pleasure.
I enjoy the feel of the smooth leather against my wet pussy lips and clit. He glides the belt upward, buttering my backside with ‘Gia’s essence’. I can feel it being spread across my cheeks as he moves his leather belt across my ass like a knife. It’s cool, warm, and amazingly hot all at the same time. Soon he comes to stand in front me and I watch him teasingly lower his boxers. My eyes become fixed on his cock, he waves it at me and I’m mesmerized by it, licking my lips without a second thought. He gives a dirty laugh, as do I. Holding his cock about an inch away from my face, he says, “Is this what you want?” I ravenously nod yes. He steps a little closer, and like a paint brush, he sweeps his cock along my cheek, over my lips, and back again.
Looking up at him pleadingly, with my ass cocked-up in the air, I sway my hips from side to side. “Please, let me taste you.” The sight makes my mouth water. He comes closer, offering me his cock, pushing it down so I can take him in my mouth. As my lips part, he slides it into my mouth using his hand to guide it. This takes my temperature up a hundred degrees, especially when his cock swells, and he grasps a handful of my hair. Hearing the sound of me sucking makes him moan and entices me even more. I slide my tongue up and down his shaft, swirling it just under the head of his engorged cock. “Ahhh, I’ve forgotten how good you suck my cock,” he groans.
I hungrily suck and lick and suck and lick, enjoying every second. He pulls his hips back. “I think you’ve had enough!” My lips pucker as he pulls out of my mouth.
His beautiful body moves behind me. He slides his belt down my back, over my ass, and back in between my thighs. I can feel my wetness against the smooth leather as he glides it back and forth. The sensations increase every time the leather rubs against my clit. “Mmmm,” I groan, lost in paradise. He takes one final sweep across my core. My back arches in euphoric delight and escalates when leather is replaced with him!
He pushes deep in me while using the belt to stroke my ass cheeks, sometimes hard and sometimes tantalizingly light. The switches between pain and pleasure enhance his actions. I groan, moan, and push my hips back to meet him. He’s deep, and each tantalizing lash of his belt takes it up a notch when I didn’t think it was possible. My body needs this and wants this. Another hard swat makes me cry out; his cock swells. And then seamlessly, he wraps the belt around my hips, pulling both ends together, using the leather as a harness to fuck me faster and harder than ever before. He rides me into a fucking frenzy, driving me to a level of mind blowing sexy pleasurable newness. “Ohhhh!” I cry out, as the thrill of the ride continues. The flames flicker higher, brighter, and hotter. I know I’m going to explode soon.
“Get ready, I’m close,” he groans, lost in his own pleasure.
With three forceful thrusts it happens, the flames race through my center, circling around and around. I moan loudly, “Ohhhh, ahhh!” Letting go, my body reaches its zenith!
The belt tightens and with one final thrust, his cock releases all he has to offer. It throbs heavily inside me. The pressure of his belt lessens, his breathing is heavier, and my pussy pulsates in the aftermath.
He unbinds my wrists and helps me up. He looks down and I look up, our eyes meet and we remain perfectly still, just looking at each other. It’s almost impossible not to wrap my arms around him. He must sense my angst and roughly pulls me into him; I love this closeness. The mood has changed when he says, “Happy Birthday,” and kisses me on the cheek before letting me go.
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He’s in the bedroom. Now that I’m alone I realize I want more of him, more than he can give. Pulling myself together, I get dressed. He seems surprised when he comes back dressed in a black hotel robe. “Oh, you’re dressed.”
I know if I stay it’ll be harder to leave. I know myself better now. “I should really go,” I say before I can change my mind.
“Will you stay for a drink? One more toast for your birthday?”
“Thanks, it’s been an amazing day, but I should go. It’s getting late and I have plans tomorrow.”
His demeanor changes; maybe he’s hurt? “So what are your plans tomorrow?”
“I’m having dinner with a friend from work.”
“Surely you can stay a bit longer if it’s later in the day?”
He’s trying, but I know I should leave. My head keeps telling me to leave. I give a lame excuse. “I have stuff to do before I go to her place.” I turn and walk towards the door.
He comes toward me, and when I think he’s about to kiss me, my heart flutters. His lips form into words, not a kiss, “Let me at least take you home.”
“Honestly, you don’t have to. I can get home on my home.”
“I want to.”
“No, Adam, sorry, I don’t mean to…” I pause, finding the right words. “It’s just that I’ve done a lot on my own over the last few months, and getting home is one of the easier things. Trust me, I’ll be fine.” The hotel door is heavy and I heave it open. Turning, I wave goodbye, he seems at a loss for words and waves back just before the door closes behind me.
In the lobby, I look for the door man to help me get a cab. Just as I’m about to catch the doorman’s eye, I’m turned around abruptly. Looking down at me is Adam and he’s out of breath like he’s been running. His shirt is half open hanging over his pants. He almost looks disheveled. He kisses me before I can protest. My heart reacts the only way it knows how with him, with heat, a warm beam. Our tongues dance, and in this moment it’s just the two of us. He says into my mouth, “Please Violet, stay with me tonight. I’m not telling, I’m asking. Please.”
I let my feelings take control. “Okay, I’ll stay.” Smiling, he takes my hand. We’re not going toward the elevators—instead we go through a private door, down a corridor into a large kitchen. It’s a section of the hotel kitchen and I look up at him confused.
“It’s your birthday and you haven’t had cake yet.”
“How on earth did you pull this off in just seconds?”
“Save me the details. So what do you need me to do, Chef?” I smile, remembering how many great meals he’d made for me. He lifts me up, setting me down on one of the countertops.
“Just keep me company, I like your company.” He kisses the tip of my nose and seems very happy. He pulls down a metal bowl and pulls together ingredients for a cake. Seeing him add some chocolate makes my toes curl like a little girl. He knows how much I love chocolate.
He pours batter into a pan and puts it in one of the large ovens. “It won’t take long in an oven like this,” he says, grinning at me. He closes the oven door softly and comes to stand in front of me. We kiss for a while. “I could kiss you forever, I’m so glad you stayed.” He croons.
“Me too.” I linger in the moment and giggle when I say, “And besides, I want that cake almost as much as I want you!” He lets out a hearty laugh and it’s contagious, we’re both laughing.
“So, tell me about your friend, the one you’re seeing tomorrow.”
“You mean Jane.” He smiles when he hears her name. “She works with me, the same woman I told you about when we met for a drink. She helped me to settle in here.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember. She sounds really nice. What are your plans?”
“She has two kids, so I’m going to take over a bottle of wine and have dinner with her and the kids, Bruce is five and Brianna is two.”
He grins. “It sounds like mayhem in the making, two kids and trying to organize dinner?”
“That’s how most people live, and they manage,” I say dryly.
He laughs. “Yes, sorry, I must sound like a brat, do I?”
“Just a bit,” I smirk. He just kisses me again and I swallow it all up!
He pulls the cake out of the oven. “It needs to cool down before I ice it.” He’s never baked for me before, this is something new. He starts to make icing—more chocolate and my insides do flip flops! Just watching him amazes me; he’s so good at so many things.
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