Bed of Thornes (Bed of Thornes Trilogy Book 1)

by Angel L. Woodz

  After we pay the bill and leave a generous tip for the adorable curly haired waitress that was very pleasant, as always at Bistro 31, we head back to the car to make it to our appointment at Pink Toes Nail Bar Spa downtown for our mani/pedi and facial sessions. When we arrive, I'm treated to a massage that Jen had set up as a special surprise for me. I need it, I have been so tense for a while now.

  The masseuse brings me back to a dim lit room and has me undress while she steps outside. I strip down, throw the soft white bath towel around me loosely, and lie down on the warm and flat massage bed in front of me. The lady steps back into the room shortly after and turns on soft, calming music. I close my eyes and she begins massaging my neck, shoulders and back, while I drift into a fantasy.

  I see Adrian, sitting shirtless on the edge of a bed that's covered in nothing but tan colored sheets. His face in his hands, his elbows propped upon his knees. I walk up to him, dressed in a white lace cami and matching thongs. I have on a pair of stilettos that are white satin with red bottoms. The room is empty, sheer curtains flowing from the cool breeze of the tall open windows. Everything around us is in a blur, I see nothing but him and I. He looks up at me as I near.

  I run both of my hands through his hair, my fingers slowly wrapping every curl. He closes his eyes from my caress. I gently, but meaningfully, grab the back of his hair in one of my fists and tilt his head back. I lean over him to place my lips on his neck, licking teasingly and nibbling at the nape. Kissing his skin, the smell of him swallows my breath, intoxicating and inviting. Not a word is spoken between us, the subtle sounds of wind pass by the windows, blowing the long curtains further into the room.

  I pull my pure white thongs down my legs and over my feet, holding them in one hand. I crawl onto the bed, climbing behind him, facing his strong back. Placing my lips and tongue along his spine, I take my hands on each side of him and lead to grasping both of his arms, tracing his lean muscles with my fingertips. I bring his arms behind him and tie the thongs around his wrists, holding them together in place behind his back. I crouch down and kiss the inside of his hands, running my tongue inside of the palms and over the creases, down his fingers, wrapping my lips around his thumb and giving it a suck while my tongue smoothly swirls.

  I scoot back, bringing him with me, laying him flat on his back on the bed. Hands tied, unable to have any control. I take my top off over my head and wrap it around his eyes to blindfold him. The cool air blowing in and the sight of Adrian hardens my nipples, I lean over his head from behind where I am sitting on my knees. I run my hand down his chest, my breasts sliding over his full lips. His hair tickling the middle of my stomach, so soft against my skin. I move my hand down further, bringing my face over his lower abdomen and mine hovering above his lips.

  He kisses me, right above my pubic line. His kiss sends chills along my spine and my juices are fully flowing. My breasts rest on his mid torso as his kisses are gently placed on me. I tingle from his lips and move down further until I'm face to face with his zipper. I lean up, causing the lips of my pussy to land perfectly on his mouth. I undo his belt as I sink to his face, feeling his hot breath escape along my inner thighs. I let a slow breath out myself with the shock of pleasure rushing through my body.

  I reach down to unzip his dark jeans, his white boxers peeking through. My hand helps itself inside, running it across the length of his hardened cock. The feel of it growing even bigger in my hand sends sensations throughout my veins, heating every vessel with arousal. He licks the inside of my pussy, sucking gently on the walls of my swollen lips. His tongue flicks across my clit from side to side then up and down the length of it. I feel weak from him tasting me.

  I scoot his jeans and boxers out from under him as much as I can, bringing his dick out to a full standing position. The shaft erect, veins climbing to the top of his tightly bulging head. He shifts beneath me, squirming from my touch. I hear him moan from under my pussy, I begin to rock back and forth slowly as I lean over and begin wetting his beautiful cock with my mouth. The thrusts of my hips become stronger with each movement, burying his face in me. He can't move, his hands still behind his back as he lays there helpless, only his mouth to use on me. I run my hands over his sides as I sit up and grind down, then lean forward bringing my hands back to his hard cock and my lips wrapping around his balls with subtle sucks.

  He groans with each suck, jerking and twitching as though the pleasure is overwhelming for him. I move my mouth back to his erection, looking like it is about to explode. I ride his face harder, my climax climbing quickly at this sight of him as his tongue violently thrusts inside of me and around my clit. My nails dig into his hips, I pull my body forward, exposing his face behind my ass, giving him a breath. We are both about to reach our peaks. I climb off of him and the bed.

  Standing upright, I look at him lying there, blindfolded, face wet from my dripping pussy and his saliva, his cock throbbing and ready to release, his hands tied behind him exposing only his strong shoulders and upper arms. The curtains blow in with a gust of wind, I take a deep breath, his breathing is rapid and aching. I bend over to grab his belt, holding it above him, barely letting it touch his inner thighs and moving upwards. He shifts at the touch of the leather against his skin.

  I climb over him facing his front, bring the belt up across his chest, his breaths getting heavier in and out. I slide one end of the belt under his neck, holding the other end, and bringing it around to where I have both ends in my fist and the middle of the belt around the back of his neck. Holding the belt in one hand, pulling on it, I sit on his stomach and grab his cock behind me while I grind in a circular motion on his abs. I do this until we are both about to come, I scoot back until his cock meets my pussy, sliding him inside of me with one hand while continuing to hold onto the belt that is wrapped behind his neck. I tighten the belt a little closer to his throat, without choking him, and thrust down onto his dick in a needy manner. I want every inch of him inside me. I want his hot cum to rush into me as it busts out of his head and fills me.

  I grind down and rock as he moans loud with pleasure. My hips move back and forth, pushing him deeper inside of me, filling me. My breasts jump around, nipples erect and excited, preparing me for our mutual orgasm that is approaching. I feel my body tighten as I lower myself as far as I can get him into me, his body clenches beneath me. I pull on the belt and...

  "Ms. Thorne?" The lady giving me the deep tissue massage steals me from my thoughts, leaving the orgasms hanging. I must have been really in it, because I forgot where I was for a moment.

  "All finished." She says with a smile. "I'll let you get dressed, take your time, I'll meet you out front at the nail station.

  I lift my head and nod at her. "Thank you" I push out before she goes out the door.

  Damn, my fantasies took over once again, this has been happening for a long time, but it really has gotten more frequent since seeing Adrian that first time in the park. Each time is a different scenario, different place and positions and so on, and I notice that in them recently my control over him has been getting stronger. I can hardly wait to get a hold of him for real, my mind has been fucked enough, now it's time to put it into action.

  I get up on all fours on the massage bed, stretching my back out before stepping onto the floor and standing upright. If I was a man, my hard on would be pointing straight forward right now. I grin to myself. Thank god us women don't show our arousal as plain as day, the masseuse would have been shocked, I'm sure. I chuckle and grab my clothes from the chair by the door.

  After getting dressed, I glance in the mirror above the small porcelain sink in the room. My cheeks are somewhat flush. I turn the cool water water on and splash some on my face, grabbing a fresh hand towel to pat it dry, hoping to bring my blood back to a normal level after such a heated daydream. I slip on my flip flops, throw the towel on the counter, and take a deep breath before going out to the public of the place.

  I see Jenna sitting in a waiting chair i
n the lobby, she bounces up from the chair to her feet and dashes over to me. I'm sure she's ready to get my look completed for the day, she doesn't have much patience.

  "How was the massage?" She asks when she gets up to me.

  "It was very pleasant, thank you so much for treating me to it." I smile at her.

  "You look like you enjoyed it, what a smile." She chuckles. "I didn't pay for anything extra, if there was anything beyond the massage, that was on her." Her laughter grows.

  "Um, no, EW! You are so nasty." I join in on the laughter, knowing she's just messing with me as usual.

  "Hey, whatever makes you smile like that, is cool with me. I just want no details." She jokes.

  "Shut up, you know I don't swing that way bitch, that's you." I joke back.

  "Proud of it, you mad?" She winks playfully.

  "That both men and women flock to be with you, no, why would I be mad?"

  "Hey, I don't mind it, have to experiment in life sometimes." She grins.

  "Well whatever puts the smile on your face, then, Playmate." I smile wide. "Adrian is what my smile is about."

  Her face straightens. "Was he in there?" Oh my god, the blonde comes out sometimes, bless her.

  I bust out laughing, "No, he wasn't in there! I just mean that he's on my mind."

  "Shit, don't look at me like I'm a crazy bitch, I wouldn't have doubted it if he had been in there with the way he is. It's charming you have a stalker." She giggles.

  I playfully roll my eyes at her, "Whatever, bitch... you know you're crazy." I laugh.

  She smiles big, she likes being considered crazy I think. Got to love her. I chuckle to myself.

  "Let's get those nails done, I say red to match the dress, what you think?" She asks.

  "Yeah, I think that will work. Speaking of color, I need to get shoes for tonight that will go with the dress. I have nothing. We have time to stop at the shoe shops before tonight?"

  "I know that perfect spot to get them." She gives me a thumbs up and a wink.

  Jenna is always on top of her shoe game, any fashion for that matter, I can trust that she will supply the demand. We sit down to have our manicures done. I'm so relaxed from the massage and now this pampering, I'm not very talkative at this time, but Jen carries on enough conversation for the two of us to the nail techs. After our fingernails are shining with fresh polish, they have us sit at the pedicure stations. I prop my feet up and the tech places them into the warm water to begin soaking them. My phone shows a text alert.

  'Enjoying your time this afternoon?' It's Adrian. I smile uncontrollably. He has that effect.

  I reply, 'Yes, but I'm sure I'll enjoy tonight even more.'

  'You will, I'll make sure of that.'

  'What are you up to?'

  'Setting up some things at the spot, getting ready for the night.'

  'Where are we going? My curiosity is killing me.'

  'You'll see when we get there.'

  'Is it a club?'

  'No it's better than a club, urban mixed with class... it's nice... you'll like it.'

  'Well I can't wait to be there, with you.'

  'I can't wait to see you in that dress.'

  I pause, thinking about the fantasy I had while getting my massage, I can't wait to be out of the dress. I want to text that to him, but I don't want him to know all my secrets just yet. Instead, I send him something not so from the gutter of my mind.

  'You have good taste in dresses, Mr. Montez.'

  'That's not the only thing I have good taste in, Ms. Thorne.'

  Hell, even when I try to veer the conversation from gutter, he brings it there for me. I swear there was a wink after that comment, I sure did visualize it. He's past asking for it.

  'See you in about 7 hours.' I hit reply, leaving him hanging from his dirty thoughts.

  'Be ready, I'll be there on time.'

  Without a doubt, I am ready. Maybe not my appearance quite yet, but my body is beyond ready. I put my phone beside me on the arm of the chair and rest my head on the back. The nail tech is almost finished with the soaking and scrubbing process, about to dry and polish my toes.

  "Who was texting you?" Jenna asks, grinning like she already knows.

  "Adrian, of course." I giggle at her widening grin.

  "Oh yeah? What's stalker boy talking about?"

  "Jen, he's not a stalker, stop it." I laugh. "He just asked if I was enjoying my afternoon, that's all."

  "Awww, how sweet of him." She jokes all mushy-like.

  I just smile and lay my head back, enjoying this day from head to toe, literally. To top it off, they bring us a glass of wine. I take one happily and have a sip before I can even get the words Thank You out of my mouth. I needed a drink, it's the cherry on top of all this relaxation.

  "To your night with Adrian." Jenna holds up her glass.

  "To a night of new beginnings." I hold mine up, half empty already.

  "I'll drink to that... Cheers!" She boasts her glass up in the air and I do the same, connecting them in a clank.

  We down the wine, and look at one another laughing. This is so wonderful to have this time with her, I've taken so many things for granted, I miss this.

  After our mani/pedis are done, we get facials together before having my hair and makeup done. The facial almost put me to sleep after all of the calming sessions I've already had in combination with the wine. I take a bathroom break after my facial, suggesting to Jenna that we go by and pick out my shoes before having the remainder of my makeover finished. I need to get out and walk around, to wake back up. We head down the street to the shoe store.

  I walk inside the shop, and in no time spot the perfect stilettos sitting inside of the glass display case at the checkout desk. I'm drawn to them, it's as if no other shoe existed.

  "How much for these?" I ask the lady behind the counter, who looks like she has more money than she knows what to do with. Apparently she is the owner, at least that's what I gather from her tag on the silky black collar of her business suit top. She has on a matching skirt, frame flattering and professional. Paired with her outfit are shiny black leather heels. Her hair is a deep auburn red with one stripe of blonde at the front of her bang area. She's draped in diamonds, with red lipstick and all.

  "Those are custom made from France. There is no price tag for a reason." She says so properly.

  "Are they not for sale?" I ask, eager to find out how much it will take to own them.

  "They are for sale, just not in your price range." Her snob just showed its ass.

  "Oh? My price range is low because my hair and makeup isn't done, and my three thousand dollar dress isn't on me yet, is that right?" I ask, wanting to throw the stiletto at her face, aiming right at her eye. Bitch doesn't know me.

  She smirks, "I like your attitude." She takes the shoe from me, sets it on top of the display case and pulls out the other one to set next to it. "$1500" She says looking straight at me to see my reaction.

  "That's all you had to say." I pull out my credit card. "Thank god they're my size." I say handing her my card with a sarcastic smile on my face.

  The snooty bitch gladly swipes my card and boxes up the stilettos, handing me the receipt. I rip the receipt and hand it back to her, "I won't be needing this, I own these now and they won't be returning." I smile and walk away from the counter.

  Jenna is standing near the front of the shop, staring at me, she must have heard the whole thing.

  "Ready?" I ask her.

  "Uh, yeah, sure." She says.

  We leave the shop and start walking to the car to head over to the salon.

  "What was that?" She asks me.

  "What?" I ask in return.

  "You owned that bitch in there. I'm proud of you, Ronni." She says with a smile.

  I shake my head and smile.

  "Hey..." She says as we get into the car, "Is that dress really worth three thousand?"

  I chuckle, "I don't have a clue what it cost, he paid for it and I asked no ques
tions. I just wanted to shove it in the snob's face that I'm not a starving artist and that I can afford anything I want. I don't even act like that, and I make more money than that shop will ever see, she's full of herself."

  "You know it girl." She turns to look at the shoe box in my lap, "I didn't even get to see the ones you got, I was too worried about what you had to say to the witch in the shop." She laughs.

  I open the box and pull out the stilettos. Jenna is in awe, and so am I. Smooth red suede, same shade as the dress. Roses made of high quality silk surround the top of the back. Thorns wrapping around the heel from top to bottom. These stilettos scream sex, my kind of sex at that. I am in love with them.

  "Holy shit, Ronni, these are incredible."

  "I know, it's like they were made just for me. They're from France, custom made. Worth every dollar." I tell her while we both stare at the beauty of them.

  "You're getting laid tonight." She says with a serious face.

  "I'll be wearing these the whole time, too." I say with a wicked smile and wink.

  "Yeah, you obviously need some, sounding like a damn fiend." She chuckles.

  "Shut up." I laugh. She's right though, she would be shocked if she knew just how much I fiend for sex. "Take me to get this face of mine together and my hair done, I look like a mess." I chuckle.

  "Freak." She says and laughs as we pull off and head to the salon.

  The evening hits. Jenna drops me off at home, giving me a big hug and luck that the night goes well. I love what she had done with my hair, the up-do has my dark and highlighted strands of spiral curls cascading down in just the right places. My makeup is more than I normally have it, not so subtle, but it's fitting for a night out. I had such a good day with her, I almost wish it hadn't ended. However, I'm more than ready to get this night with Adrian started. I look at my phone as I step inside my house, I still have about an hour before he gets here.