We walk through a short corridor to an elevator that takes us to the thirty-third floor of an upscale retail building with shops and a movie theatre. When we get off the elevator, a hostess escorts us to a table for two beside two full-length windows that are draped in see-through pink satin material pulled back with thick pink ropes. The place is upscale New York-style chic, at least from what I’ve seen in magazine pictures. There is a view of the CN Tower all lit up.
He orders me a champagne Bellini and for himself, Scotch with two ice cubes. I sit back and let him look through the menu. He says quietly. “You may look at me here, Babe.” I’m his Babe again. I like that. I look into his lovely eyes and smile back at him when he looks in my direction.
“Thank you, Mr. Stone.” His smile widens.
“You’re driving me nuts right now. Maybe it’s you who’s in control.” He winks at me.
I wink back. “Oh, Mr. Stone, as long as we both get what we want, does it matter?” I feel heat on my face and between my legs. He likes that and nods.
When the waiter comes back with our drinks, Adam orders two grilled shrimp appetizers and a pesto chicken and mushroom truffle oil pizza for us to share. “I hope you’re hungry; the pizzas are quite large here.”
“I’m a bit full from earlier today, but I have a little room.” He laughs, getting my meaning, and takes my hand to kiss it. We sip our drinks. The Bellini is strong, making me feel very relaxed.
“I want to take belly dancing lessons with Ann. What do you think?”
“Will you dance for me?” He’s quick and really easy on the eyes.
“I may have something like that in mind.”
“Then, yes! When is it?”
“It’s from 6:30 to 8 on Wednesdays.” I take another sip of my drink. “This is delicious. Thanks for choosing it for me.” It really is, and I’ve never had one before. It’s champagne and peach schnapps, I think.
He replies. “I knew you would. I can pick you up after the class, when I’m in town, and Frank can pick you up when I’m traveling, okay?” I nod yes, knowing he just wants to make sure I get home safely, especially after the incident in Chicago. The shrimp appetizers arrive and, as I expect, are prepared perfectly.
“These are really good.” I am full of praise because it’s how I truly feel. He never disappoints me.
“They are, aren’t they? I can’t get over how hot you look in that dress. You’re the most attractive and sexiest woman in here.” He’s so good at making me feel like it’s just us in a room. We smile at each other, feeling happy in the moment.
“Does this place turn into a night club?” I ask pointing to a DJ booth in the corner.
“It does, but not until 10 and we’ll be home by then doing our own kind of dance,” he says very confidently, sending a hot ripple through me. “You’re the best dance partner I’ve had.”
“And you’re the only dance partner I want.” He likes that and touches my hand.
Our pizza arrives and Adam puts a piece on my plate first before serving himself. It’s good, with a thin crispy crust. I eat three pieces it’s so good. All I can think of is being alone with him. We have coffee and share a crème brûlée before we leave. Frank gets us home in no time.
Back in the loft, Adam spins me around and kisses me long and hard. He stops and against my lips says, “Go upstairs and undress, then get on the bed on all fours facing the mirror in the spare room. I’ll be up shortly.” I’m really turned on as I make my up the stairs. After getting undressed, I position myself on the bed on all fours, facing the mirror. I like looking at myself like this.
Master comes in the room and, after lighting two candles, turns off the lamp I had turned on. The flickering candle light makes me look really sexy and wanton in the mirror. He runs his hand over my bum, down the back of my thigh before he begins to undress. He looks incredibly gorgeous. He can’t help it. He pulls a towel out of one of the night table drawers and in it is the transparent dildo I had selected for myself. He looks at me as he holds it up for me to see. “Open your mouth.” I watch myself in the mirror as I take the dildo in my mouth. “Suck. The wetter you make it the easier it will be to put in you.” Okay, now this is hot. I watch myself in the mirror as I make sure to give it a good suck, making it nice and wet for his next move. He removes it slowly from my mouth and then repositions himself behind me, holding it up again so I can see it in the mirror.
“You should enjoy this. You hand-picked it.” I watch him place it on the bed in an upright position just under me. “Now bring yourself down on it and take it all in. If you please me, I will fuck you with this and then I will fuck you with mine.” He points to his rock-hard cock, which is standing tall and like a tower of power. He inserts his finger to get me ready. I’m well lubricated. “I want you to enjoy this. Now lower yourself slowly. I want to watch it go in. You can watch too in the mirror.” I slowly lower myself onto the dildo. I flinch at first, pulling myself upward. He says softly, “I know you can do this. It will feel good. I’ll make sure of that. You do want to please me, don’t you?” I nod yes, because I really do want to please him.
He then says, a little more demanding this time, “Relax and it will go in easier. It’s not that much different from me so I know you can take it. Lets try again.” My heart beats faster with a slight bit of trepidation combined with desire and determination. I begin to lower myself while looking in the mirror. I watch my dildo disappear as I slowly lower myself over it. “Ohh,” I moan. This pleases my handsome Master as he turns on the vibration and begins to manually move it in and out of me. It feels really good. I watch it glide in and out between my thighs. I can’t help but watch it. I see Master Adam holding his cock in his free hand, stroking it up and down while he watches me too. He looks so fucking hot. His sinister grin stares back at me in the mirror and the tool he wields moves faster inside of me now. Oh it feels so good. I moan as he picks up momentum. I begin to move my hips to assist in my pleasuring and I moan again. He slaps my bum, and the sting is sharp and turns me on. “I like watching you,” he groans.
As he slowly pulls the dildo out he says, “Look in the mirror. I want to see your face when I fuck you.” Oh my goodness, my lower region is begging to feel the real McCoy. His muscular body kneels behind me on the bed and he looks glorious. I’m now his willing and wanton Gia, waiting for her Master’s next move. He grips my hip with one hand while wrapping my hair around the other, pulling my head back to remind me who is in control. And then, with one hard thrust, he enters me. I cry out in pain and pleasure as he begins to move in me very deeply. He twists his hips sideways, stirring his cock inside me. Fuck, this feels amazing.
He continues to stir inside of me while watching our every move in the mirror. My face contorts with pleasure. He likes watching me as I feel his cock harden even more. “Oh, let me hear your moan, I want to hear you.”
I watch my body move back and forth with every push of his hips. “Ahhh,” I moan loudly. My body is responding to his every move; I have no control over it. What he does feels so good. “Ahhhhh,” I cry out, feeling the pleasure escalating in me.
He croons, “Watching my cock glide past your ass drives me crazy.” I feel like I’m going to come very soon after hearing him say that. I do my best to hold back. He keeps fucking me, thrusting and pushing deep inside of me. Finally, he says, “I want to hear you come.”
I don’t need much prodding as after a few more deep fucking thrusts I explode and cry out, “Ohhhhhh!”
He cries out too as he lets loose in me. “Fuck that was great!”
It takes every bit of energy I have left to hold myself in place until he pulls out. My body feels drained from the intensity of our sex. As I stand he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. He says in my ear, “I really can’t get enough of you. You’re making all of my deeper desires reality.”
“Mine too. You make me want you so much. Yo
u’re taking to me places I never imagined I’d reach.” When we get into bed, Adam wraps his arms around me tightly and we quickly fall asleep.
Chapter 12
Ann and I have just finished our third belly dancing class. As we walk out of the studio, I see the dark sedan out front and watch Frank step out of the car to open my door. I am surprised to see him as I left him a message on his cell. Ann and I have decided to go for a coffee instead of going straight home as usual. Adam is out of town and not back until Friday.
I walk over to the car. “Hi, Frank. Didn’t you get my message? I won’t need a drive home tonight. I’m going out with Ann and will make my own way home, okay?”
I can see Frank looks a little uneasy “I was going to wait for you. I don’t mind.”
Wanting to be respectful of his time, I insist, “No, Frank. Please don’t wait. I have no idea how long we’ll be. Really, I can make my own way home. Good night.” I walk away as a means to end the conversation. I look back to see Frank hesitantly get back into the car.
There’s a little mom and pop restaurant at the corner about two blocks from the studio. It’s obvious as soon as we walk in that the place hasn’t been updated for a number of years, but it’s crowded and noisy when we walk in, and we decide that’s a good sign. We find a booth near the back. The waiter comes over and we order two hot chocolates and decide to share a pastry.
“That class is such a good workout. My abs will hurt tomorrow,” I say to Ann who nods back at me.
“Yeah, I know. I can’t believe she makes us do that many ab exercises at the end of each class. Although, we do need strong abs for belly dancing.” The realization makes us both laugh.
“How’s Ted doing?”
“He’s great and was promoted to Assistant Editor just this week. I’m happy for him, and he got a good raise too. Yeah, things are great with us. How are things with you and Adam?”
“Oh, good. He’s a bit possessive and a little more controlling, especially after the incident in Chicago. I am trying to adjust and so is he. We’ve had our moments, but we have lots of good times too. Hey don’t forget we have the Fashion Week event this Saturday. What are you wearing?”
“You sure you’re okay? You guys seem great together from what I can see.”
“We are. There’s nothing to worry about. So what are you wearing?”
“We rented a tux for Ted and I have a long silver dress that I am going to wear. What about you Vee?”
I say, sheepishly feeling entitled, “Adam bought me a couple of evening dresses from Bretton’s and I’m going to wear one that’s red.” I don’t tell her it’s designer.
“Oh, that sounds nice. You’re a lucky girl. You‘ve hit the jackpot with him,” she laughs. “Although, in all fairness you didn’t know how well off he was when you first met. I remember your doe eyes when you saw him at brunch that day.”
She’s so right. I was pretty much into him from day one, but refused to admit it. “I still don’t care about his money. I’m adjusting to his ways because I love him.”
“Ahh, Vee, I’m happy if you’re happy. You know that, right? I like Adam, but I’m your friend first. You’re more confident in your appearance since you’ve met him and you’ve never looked hotter. It’s no wonder he’s a bit possessive. I’d say it’s a bit flattering, but remember to hold your own too. It’s give and take in relationships.”
“I know and sometimes I do. It can be a double-edged sword though. He makes me feel very wanted, but at times he’s so demanding. It’s like he doesn’t know any better. I guess you can’t have it just one way.” Ann nods at me again and seems to be thinking. The waiter returns and places the pastry between us with two forks.
Ann says, “You make a terrific couple. The guy is crazy about you, I can tell. You’re even living together. That’s a huge step.”
I haven’t told her it’s only temporary and I don’t want to keep talking about me. “Hey, I’m getting my hair done with Susan. Are you?”
“Yes, I have an appointment at 2. When are you going?”
“Mine’s at 3. Why don’t you and Ted meet us at the apartment and we can drive together. I’m pretty sure Adam will have Frank driving that night. Take a cab to our place and we can drop you home afterwards.”
“Okay, thanks. That’s a great idea. We’ll meet at your place around 6:15 then, okay?”
“Sounds good.” I look at my watch and realize it’s almost 10. I pull out my phone and see five missed calls from Adam. Oh shit.
I say to Ann, feeling a big knot in stomach, “Adam’s called a few times. I’m just going to the bathroom to call him back. Here, take this twenty to cover the bill.”
“Are you sure?” I nod yes and get up so I can return Adam’s call.
I repress his number and he answers on the first ring. He’s abrupt when he asks. “Where are you?”
“I am having coffee with Ann. Why?”
“I just chewed out Frank when he called to tell me you sent him packing. He should’ve waited for you and didn’t.”
“Oh, Adam, that was my fault. I insisted he leave. I didn’t know how long I’d be and wanted to be respectful of his time.”
He sighs. “I pay him to wait. That’s what drivers do. How were you planning to get home from that seedy area, anyway?”
“I was going to take the train or grab a cab. I hadn’t thought about it until now.”
“Wrong. You’re going to wait there until Frank comes back to get you. He can drive Ann home too.”
“Adam, you’re overreacting. Honestly, I can take cab home. It’ll be quicker anyway.”
“I don’t want you waiting on the street in that area looking for a cab. You know you’re not in a great part of town, and it’s well known for being unsavory, amongst other things. God knows someone may think you’re for sale. Just wait for Frank. I’m texting him now.” I hear Adam quickly pressing buttons as he puts me on speaker.
“Frank will be there in fifteen minutes. I think you should consider quitting those classes or finding a class in a better location.” He sounds petulant, which is beginning to annoy me, but I contain myself in my reply.
“Okay, I’ll wait for Frank.”
“Good, but I’m still annoyed with you. It wasn’t that long ago that you defied me and got mugged. Have you forgotten about that? Why the hell do you think I have Frank pick you up when I can’t? I wish you would just listen to me, Violet. It would save us both a lot of frustration.”
I sigh and he snaps. “Don’t get irate with me. My reasoning is sound and you know it.” If Ann wasn’t waiting for me, I’d probably lose it. Frank is on his way anyway. I remain calm, not wanting to fight over the phone. I know why he worries, but his tone makes me angry. I’m annoyed at him for being so adamant. I laugh inwardly as I notice for the first time the similarity between Adam and ‘adamant.’ His parents chose his name well.
“Okay, you’ve made your point,” I say just wanting to end the conversation.
“This is your doing, not mine. Call me when you’re home please. Bye.” He hangs up the phone, leaving me feeling like a misbehaving child. I make my way back to Ann, who is beginning to put on her coat as she sees me come back.
“Frank’s on his way back to drive us both home.”
Ann has no clue of the conversation I’ve just had with Adam as she smiles. Unbeknownst to her, she adds salt to my wound when she says, “That’s great! Nice life lady, having a chauffeur at your disposal.” We walk out the door and there’s Frank, dutifully holding the car door open for us.
I watch Frank take his phone and hear him say, “She’s in the car now, sir,” which makes me even angrier. We drop Ann off and it’s not long after I’m home. I say goodnight to Frank and when I get in I don’t call Adam like he’d asked and send a text message instead. He replies back instantly: Good, now I can get back to my meetings a
nd concentrate. Please stop defying me. It’s very disruptive.
I remember he’s 5 hours behind my time zone and can hear his demanding voice in my head as I eventually fall to sleep.
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It’s Thursday evening; the apartment is quiet, and Adam won’t be back until tomorrow. After dinner, I find myself looking in one of Adam’s closets, riffling through his numerous designer ties. I pull one out that he’s left knotted and put it around my neck. I begin to look through his custom-made shirts in white, gray, blue, and black. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his dry cleaning hamper. Joyce takes care of it weekly. I pull out a white shirt that’s on the top. I can smell Adam on it, which makes me feel good even though I’m still annoyed about his lecture from the night before. I undress, leaving on only my panties, and put on his shirt, draping the tie around my neck loosely under the collar. I stand in front of the mirror to see how I look and begin to posture myself like Adam does. I stand tall, arms crossed looking serious and this makes me smile to myself. Feeling not quite completely dressed, I take a pair of black dress socks out of one of his drawers and put them on too. I walk down to his office draped in his shirt which is too big and long, his tie loosened around my neck, and his black socks, feeling quite satisfied. I enter Adam’s office after picking up my laptop bag from the front hall floor thinking I should do some work before bed. As I sit down in Adam’s high-back leather chair on wheels, I spin around in it a few times before putting my laptop on the desk. So this is what the world looks like from Adam’s perspective. I pick-up a remote control to turn on some music and a hearty jazz beat fills the room. Whatever possesses me to do the next thing I do, I can’t say. I sit on the edge of his desk with my legs crossed and reach for the phone receiver. I pretend to press the intercom to imitate Alice. I say in my best imitation voice of hers, “Mr. Stone, your 4:00 pm meeting is here, should I bring them in?”
I then respond to myself in my best deep Adam voice, “Yes Alice, bring them in, and some water too please.” It’s then that I turn my head sideways to see Adam standing in his suit and tie, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, just staring at me and grinning.
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