I turn and hug him. I think how having Gia in the background has made our relationship blossom. She’s opened a door neither one of us is ready to close. I should be jumping up for joy, yet I still have an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Of course I suppress it because I love him. “I love you so much, Adam. That will never change.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.” He lifts me up and carries me over to the expensively covered bed. I watch him undress and slide into the bed beside me. He brings me over to him and whispers in my ear, “I want you now, very much.” His beautiful lips find mine and his hands begin to caress my body, filling me with deep desire.
Chapter 16
It’s Friday morning and tomorrow I’ll be surprising Adam by belly dancing for him. While towel drying my hair, I see that he’s left me a cup of coffee and toast with peanut butter sitting on my make-up table. I’m a little slower getting ready this morning after a long work week. The coffee tastes great. Thank God it’s Friday! Finally ready, I head downstairs to find Adam is waiting for me in the kitchen and not his office.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yes, let’s go.” I grab my coat. The fall weather reminds me that the holidays are just around the corner. As we drive, I think about how fortunate we are and say to Adam, “A couple of times a year, I volunteer at the food bank. I’d like to do it next weekend. It’s just for one day. Are you interested in doing it with me?”
He looks over and smiles. “Didn’t I tell you when we first met that you were kind and sweet? Of course I’ll help out. Saturday or Sunday?”
“Saturday, and the hours are usually 10 until 6.”
He looks at me again and I wonder if he’s thinking Saturday is a Gia day. “Sure, we should take some food with us then, shouldn’t we?”
“Yes, we should and some diapers and baby formula. They need that too. We can shop beforehand if you like?”
“Okay.” He pulls the car to the sidewalk so I can get out and I kiss him goodbye.
“I’ll pick you up just after 5.” He waits until I go into the building and I wave as he pulls off.
As I reach my desk, I send Adam an email reminding him of the food bank date and then email my contact Nancy at the organization to confirm. I’ve known Nancy for about three years now, having volunteered numerous times over the years. I feel good about this weekend for so many reasons now. Head down, I pull out my documents and begin to fill in the forms for Chicago. I answer the questions and put my dad’s contact information in, and use Ann as one of my personal references. When it’s done, I reread it, sign it, and leave it in a sealed envelope on Paul’s desk. I can now get back to my regular work.
Over lunch, I check my personal email and there’s one from Adam.
From: Adam Stone
To: Violet Cole
Subject: Tonight
Hi Babe, I’m going to be late tonight, closer to 7. It’s the new clients so it’s important. Frank will pick you up from work, but if you’re working late, I can pick you up. Let me know. Adam.
I could just take the train. My mind goes back to our conversation last night about him wanting to share everything. I realize that includes a lot of perks. I’m no longer just one of the masses who need to take the train anymore. I feel pompous for a moment, which I don’t like. If I tell him I’ll take the train, he’ll insist and remind me of the mugging and so on. I decide it’ll be easier to just drive home with Frank in a nice warm car. I email back.
From: Violet Cole
To: Adam Stone
Subject: Re: Tonight
Hi honey, I’m leaving at 5, so it’s Frank then. I can cook dinner for us unless your meeting is a dinner meeting tonight? Violet xoxo
Instantly, another email pops up from Adam. I imagine him at his desk, with colleagues around him who are oblivious to what he’s up to. It makes me laugh.
From: Adam Stone
To: Violet Cole
Subject: Re: Tonight
It’s a cocktail meeting at 5, that’s how they like to do business. Dinner is good. Frank will be there to pick you up. If I am running late, I’ll call you. Are you “dessert”? Adam is very hungry!
A little foreplay in email is always fun with him. I smile to myself as I email back.
From: Violet Cole
To: Adam Stone
Subject: Re: Tonight
Yes, I can be the appetizer and dessert. I just need to figure out what the main course will be. Maybe you?
I press send.
From: Adam Stone
To: Violet Cole
Subject: Re: Tonight
We should probably order in then, as we’ll be very hungry for food when I am finished with you.
A few heated pulsations shoot up from my vagina at the very thought.
From: Violet Cole
To: Adam Stone
Subject: Re: Tonight
I’m in. Are you serious, I shouldn’t cook then?
Another immediate reply appears from Adam. Isn’t he in meetings?
From: Adam Stone
To: Violet Cole
Subject: Re: Tonight
Yes, when have you ever known me not to be serious?
Oh, I think and reply.
From: Violet Cole
To: Adam Stone
Subject: Re: Tonight
Will you be Master tonight then?”
I don’t wait long for his response.
From: Adam Stone
To: Violet Cole
Subject: Re: Tonight
Aren’t I always?? You should know not to question that. I’ll remind you when I get home. This email chain stops now, but I promise to continue the “chain” tonight. I love you. M.
I get a very obvious, sizzling zap down there and quickly close my email. Wow, that was hot! Thankfully, it’s lunch time. The cafeteria isn’t crowded as the noon rush has passed. I order a tuna salad sandwich on rye. While waiting, I run through my dance routine in my head. We have a great weekend planned. I pay for my sandwich and go back upstairs to my office. After eating, I leave two contracts with the clerk in the Real Estate department and send in my weekly billings to accounting. It’s just after 4:00 now.
There’s a text message from Adam: Check your personal email.
From: Adam Stone
To: Violet Cole
Subject: Re: Tonight
Gia, I expect you to be ready for me when I get home at 7. I’m very hungry for you and your desire to please me. I expect you to be wearing only my choker and be waiting for me in your usual manner on the main floor. I want to see you when I walk in the door. I will take it from there. M.
I re-read the email three times, finding it more arousing each time I do. I now want to get home quickly and feel glad that Frank is driving me. Of course, Frank is waiting for me, even though I’m early. He’s so reliable.
Once settled in the car I ask, “Frank, how long have you known Adam?”
“About three years now.”
“How did you meet?”
“I picked him up from the airport after a business trip. I think he liked the fact I went to the extra effort of meeting him at the gate. He took my card and his assistant started calling me for all his business trips and eventually for personal trips too.”
“So it’s been a while. How’s business anyway?”
“Very good, thanks. A year after I met Mr. Stone, he asked me what my long-term plans were. I told him I wanted to own my own car service company one day. About two months later, he invited me to his office to talk about helping me fund my own car company. He helped me write a business plan and to set milestones and projections. It’s because of him that I now have a fleet of twelve cars, five SUVs, and two limousines. My wife no longer needs to work and can stay home with our children. To be honest, I only drive for Mr. Stone now.�
� I’m floored. I had no idea.
“That’s great, Frank. I’m really happy for you.” He nods as he pulls up in front of my building.
“Good night,” he says as he opens my door.
“Have a great night, Frank.” I wave to him as I go inside. I am quite taken by Adam’s willingness to help him. He must see lots of potential in Frank.
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Looking around the main floor of the apartment, I quickly decide where I’ll present myself to Adam when he comes home. Heading upstairs I turn on the stereo, a sexy saxophone plays in the background. After showering, I moisturize my skin with the mandarin-scented lotion that Adam likes and then sit at my make-up table to blow dry my hair. Hair and make-up done, I put on his choker. I pull out the burgundy lipstick Adam likes and take it downstairs with me. Just before 7, I apply the lipstick and wait for Adam. My heart is beating with anticipation.
Adam is a man of his word. At precisely 7, I hear the key in the lock of the door. I dim the lights in the room and kneel at the end of the foyer so that he will see me as soon he opens the door. I take a deep breath as the door begins to open. I can see his feet turn when he closes the door behind him. He bends to put his laptop bag down and doesn’t say a word. It’s not long before I hear him coming towards me. He stops in front of me and strokes the top of my head. A hot trickle flares up from my vagina. I don’t move a muscle and can hear him go up the stairs. He’s moving around up there and I wonder what he’s doing. This only adds to my excitement as my own imagination begins to think of the possibilities.
He startles me when he says, “Stand up.” When I’m standing, he gently tugs at the choker around my neck and then slowly runs his hand all the way down my back and over my bum. My body responds immediately as I feel myself getting highly aroused. I want him and even more so when he slowly moves his hand back up my body, all the way to top of my neck. He tugs my hair when he reaches the top. Expertly, he places a blindfold over my eyes and then lifts me into his arms. He is master now.
He says in my ear, “I’m putting you in a seated position, so bend your knees.” I can feel a cold surface under my legs and bum now. “Lie down slowly.” He puts his hand under my head until I’m fully laid down. I am resting on a hard, cold surface. He slides my body up so that my legs are not hanging off the end. It feels really cold and a shiver runs up my spine. It must be the kitchen island. His face is very close to mine when he says, “Put your hands above your head.” I obey and feel him binding my wrists together with what feels like thick rope. It’s not rough, but I know it’s not a silk scarf either. He abruptly tugs my arms upward and when I try to move them, I can’t. My arms are pulled straight over my head and I can’t even bend them when I try.
“Keep still, there’s a lot more to come.” My heart thumps in my chest. I lie still and quiet. There are clinking sounds and I sense he’s moving around. The hard surface doesn’t warm under my body; it’s still as cold as before. It’s not long until I feel his presence over me and hear him breathing he’s so close.
“Ahh,” I cry out as I feel something much colder than the surface beneath me. He starts at my neck. “Oh!” I flinch, it’s so cold. It’s ice! The heat of my body turns the ice to liquid as he slowly drags it down my body and over one of my nipples. I squirm. As he traces the ice around my hardened nipple, he blows over it, giving me chills of all different kinds. I manage to remain still as he moves across to my other nipple. “Ahh!” I cry out again. There’s a pause to his delectable torture. I count in my head, 1, 2, 3, and then suddenly, I pull my knees up, reacting to what he does next. He’s placed a handful of crushed ice on my belly. It’s freezing cold.
“Gia, be still. Breathe deeply,” he says softly. To stay warm, I keep my legs pulled up. He slaps the front of my thighs and says more firmly. “Put your legs down and breathe.” Oh, he means that. I can hear the forcefulness in his voice. I put my legs back down, feeling the cold ice melting over my belly. He uses his finger to swirl it around my body, up and over my breasts and then blows over where he’s been. My body is now on high alert! I’m covered in goosebumps and can feel every single one of them!
His soothing sexy voice says, “Don’t move or you’ll make a wet mess.” I feel his hands softly stroking the front of my thighs. As he begins to move down my body, he stops at my feet. Another pause and then he traces his finger up and down the bottoms of each of my feet.
“Ah, Ah, please stop!” I cry out. I desperately want to move as he tickles the bottoms of my feet. Being blindfolded has only heightened all of my senses. This is a different type of torture. How does he come up with this stuff? It takes every ounce of strength not to move my legs or twist my body. He knows I am ticklish! I breathe to help me with my control. I focus on the coolness of the ice still melting on my warm body. After a few minutes of tickling torture, I hear him laugh—it’s dark and sinister, not light and friendly. He’s clearly enjoying my dilemma.
He says, “What is your purpose?”
“To please you, Master.”
“That’s right and you’re doing a very good job so far.” His voice is sexy and demanding. I want to touch him, but I can’t. I soon feel his body over top of me. I think he’s straddling me. Oh, his warm lips caress mine. He kisses me, confirming his position over me. When his lips leave mine, he slowly blows around my nipples and up and down my neck. I shudder and, without warning, bring my knees up again to try to warm myself. Oh no! I’ve just kneed my Master in the bum.
“I’m sorry!” I say, still shocked. I know he won’t tolerate that and swallow hard. He sighs loudly and I quickly straighten my legs. As I do, I feel two hard slaps come across the tops of both thighs. “Ouch!” I cry out.
He says, very convincingly, “Please, Gia, keep still. You were doing so well.” I nod and remain still. He brushes the ice from between my breasts and then I feel something warm. It’s liquid. I can feel his manly body still looming over me and then he takes hold of each of my breasts and squeezes them together. Wait a minute, is that what I think it is? Yes, I can feel his large cock moving in between my breasts as he squeezes them tight so they can envelope him. Oh, this is really hot. I concentrate as I want to feel everything now. Each time he moves back and forth I can feel his warm bum cheeks running over my belly. Oh, I’m wetter than the melted ice dripping off my body. His body gliding over mine touches me in ways I never knew. I begin to moan while his hands are firmly planted on my breasts while his cock glides between them. “Ahhhh,” I moan, really getting into this. He likes this and moves faster while squeezing my breasts harder. My nipples are so erect I think they may explode. He rubs his thumbs over them while still moving over me. His grip is still firm and all my senses are alert. His body over mine turns me on and I moan again. I can’t help it.
“Lift your head up,” he demands, while still fucking my breasts. As I lift up my head, my lips meet his cock. “Open your mouth.” I open my mouth and taste the tip of his cock. I can taste honey on him. The warm liquid is honey. This is sizzling fucking hot! His rhythm begins to increase and his cock delves in a little deeper into my mouth. He’s fucking my breasts and my mouth now. He moves faster, each time getting more of his cock in my mouth. He keeps at it until he’s fucking my mouth to the fullest and my mouth is definitely full! The honey is replenished each time he glides his cock in between my cleavage. I feel his muscular thighs at my sides each time he moves above me. It’s not long too before I taste sweet and salty and then I swallow. He moans loudly, very loudly. My master’s hips buckle as he comes in my mouth. He then becomes still and releases my breasts as he moves off me.
I hear his feet hit the ground. Still tightly bound, I feel a warm towel run over my body. It feels nice. I lie still, enjoying the rubbing sensation up and down my body. When he’s finished, he covers me with a blanket. I’m still hot from what we just did, but the blanket feels secure over me and I like it. He’s moving again. What’s he doing? I soon
feel his hand move under the cover and down in between my legs.
He whispers in my ear. “You were amazing! I’m going to please you now.” He begins to play with my clit. His magic fingers stroke me just at the right tempo. Music to my ears! I’m soaking and can hear the slick sounds of my juices as he moves his fingers.
“Mmmmm,” I croon. He begins to finger me and I moan again. He’s using two fingers this time. “Ahhh.” It feels so good.
“You’re soaking,” he croons. The slick sounds are louder more pronounced when he finger-fucks me faster and faster.
“Ohhhh,” I moan. I’m squirming now it feels so blasted great! He lets me enjoy myself. While still fingering me, he presses his thumb over my clit. Now the explosions begin. I grind into his hand, intensifying my pleasure. The skilled musician plays my body to the fullest. My moans sing out and my breathing is heavier as I get closer and closer. The hot swells move feverishly up through my vagina. It won’t be long before I explode over his hand. I thrust my hips upward and then let go! I scream. “Oooooh!” The orgasm is so intense and long. “Ahhhh!” And then, my body relaxes and I lie still in the aftermath of the sensations still moving around between my thighs. It’s remarkable. Another standing ovation for the maestro! He lets me rest for a moment before I feel my hands loosen from above my head as he unbinds my wrists. He kisses the palms of my hands and gently brings them down on my lap. When he removes the blindfold he looks so sexy, standing naked, with rope in one hand and the blindfold in the other. I’m so glad he’s mine! We lock eyes for a moment and then he helps me down from the kitchen island.
He kisses me and says, “Would you mind pouring us some wine while I order dinner?” If he asked me to cook a gourmet dinner, I would right now.
I smile. “You bet. That was fabulous. You were fabulous,” I say to him.
“You were, Babe. Thank you.” He gets dressed and leaves his shirt open and I put on my robe. He looks sexy as hell.
I have to tell him. “That was a wow!” He smiles and kisses me. It’s not long before I hear him on the phone. I open a bottle of Syrah and pour some into two glasses.
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