Solid Stone: Odyssey

by E. G. Patrick

  I say gently, “Turn over please, Master.”

  He rolls over and his cock hits my torso when he does. I lick my lips, thinking, I can’t wait to get to that. I hand him his wine and he lifts his head to take a sip before handing me back the glass. He says, “Grape.” I smile, pluck two grapes, and feed him one. He chews slowly, not taking his eyes off me. I straddle him now on my knees. When he’s finished, I offer him the other grape and watch his beautiful lips devour it, reminding me of what else he can do with them. He lies back so I can finish what I started. I lean down and lightly kiss him as I put warm oil into my palms and begin to massage his shoulders and chest. Each time I touch him, I feel warm, deep loving feelings down to my very core, combined with raw passion and desire. He closes his eyes and looks so relaxed and very handsome. I love looking down at his face. I move my hands over his sexy abdomen and circle around his navel. When I kiss the top of his cock, his eyes open. I keep kissing it while I massage his abs. He likes watching me do this and I like him watching me. I slide my hands up and down his majestic cock, taking some of his lube as I do. Soon I’m at his taut thighs, rubbing them while kissing the side of his cock, moving down to his calves and then to his feet. I massage the tops of his feet, using my thumbs to apply just the right amount of pressure. When I’m finished, I run my hands up over his body and sweep my breasts over him. He moans again, still watching me. I put the oil on the table and lie on top of him so I can kiss him passionately.

  “You’re sexy as hell,” he says.

  “Oh, so are you, my handsome prince.” His cock throbs; I can feel it. He squeezes my bum and holds me tightly. I’m so ready for him and wait for him to take me. He repositions himself and pulls me down beside him. There’s love and lust in his eyes. He reaches for a grape, puts it in his mouth, and then leans down over me, pushing the grape into my mouth, biting it so the juices erupt in my mouth. I begin to chew, my eyes locked on his. I’m breathing heavier now and my juices are beyond the boiling point. My heart is pounding and my legs begin to tremble. He feels them and runs his hands up and down my thighs to calm my quakes of desire. He plays with the bells around my hips, his eyes still locked on mine. I watch him reach for a few grapes, bite into them and then squeeze the juice between my breasts and then down along my midsection to my navel. He pops the flesh of the remaining grapes into his mouth and then leans forward. His warm tongue begins to slowly lick the juice from my body. My body melts under his powerful tongue. I moan.

  His hand slides in between my thighs while his tongue assaults my upper body. I moan again, I can’t help it. He suddenly flips me over onto my stomach and pulls down my pants, leaving the belt securely around my hips. Within seconds, I can feel his hard cock delve inside of me. Our dance together begins now. Each thrust causes the bells to ring. Master has great rhythm as I hear the bells jingle with each hard thrust. My hips move forward; his assault is so powerful. His hands grip my hips to assist him in his cause to fuck me harder and faster. “Ohhh!” I groan as my body lunges forward as his hips move with such enthusiasm. His breathing is heavier, his grip more intense as he fucks me very hard. He pulls out and flips me back over on to my back. He looks into my eyes. “You’re sweet and sexy. I have to taste you.” Within seconds, his head is between my legs.

  He pushes his nose at the front of me, teasing me a few times before his precious tongue sweeps over my clitoris. “Ahhh,” I moan. The sensations build and move all the way up through my belly with each swirl of his tongue. It’s electrifying. I cry out, knowing it won’t be long before I crescendo against his mouth. His tongue rolls around and every now and then delves deep within me, exploring my vagina as his tongues moves in and out of me. “Ahhhh.” Oh my, this is too good to be true, but the sensations ripping through me confirm it is true. He moves up and wraps his tongue around my clit. Oh, my, that feels utterly amazing. I buckle and stir as each hot shooting spark flares through me. When my body finally relaxes Adam’s head comes up to kiss me.

  “I want my cock in you now,” he says firmly.

  He enters me swiftly. “Ahh!” I cry out. The hot sensations start all over again. His cock moves in and out very deeply and deliberately. My eyes open and close as he fucks me. The bells ring around my hips, enhancing all of this as we make our own music. The bells ring at record speed from each thrust of his hips. Three more hard thrusts and I feel Adam’s cock pulsating inside me. He moans as we finish our musical fuck fest.

  We lie breathless. Adam is leaning on top of me, kissing my neck. “That was amazing,” he croons in a low whisper.

  “Yes,” is all I can manage to say. I don’t want this moment to end. Adam kisses me passionately. I pull my lips away for a second to tell him, “I love you so much. You’re my everything, you know.” His lips bear down hard on mine, confirming what I’ve just said is true. We fall asleep and when I wake, I’m in Adam’s arms as he carries me to our bed. We will both sleep very well tonight.

  Chapter 18

  Adam’s traveling for the next three days and most of my focus at work has been on the new Chicago office. I completed a successful interview for my work visa and feel hopeful to have that sorted out soon. I still haven’t told Adam yet, wanting to wait until I actually have it arranged. There’s no point until then, and it’s likely I’ll only be going to Chicago a few times anyway.

  The apartment is quiet when I get home. The nights can be lonely when he’s away. I selfishly miss him in bed, not to mention his gourmet dinners. His firm is growing exponentially. Paul keeps me well informed. Adam’s dedication, intelligence, and extensive travel is all paying off, it seems. I still have no idea how much money he actually has, and don’t really care. I’m guessing a lot and probably enough for generations to come. I wonder if he realizes that can only happen if he actually has a family. At some point I’ll have to face that discussion, along with marriage and the rest of what comes with a normal committed relationship. I do want to have a husband and family someday. Does he even want to get married? I sigh heavily, knowing one day I‘ll have to bring it up.

  I start thinking about Adam’s idea about a summer place. I am warming to the idea because things have been going so well between us. It would be great to have a place in nature to hang out at and invite friends to once in a while. I intend to be firm on my need to contribute to it though. I’ve been able to save a tidy sum. It gives me a feeling of independence. I suspect Adam must feel very independent. He doesn’t seem to mind how much he spends on me. I should be flattered, but there are times like this when I’m alone and left to think that I still feel like I haven’t earned it. These thoughts bother me. This comes with an underlying feeling of guilt and dampens my feelings of independence. The word independence means more to me now than it did before. I’ve inherited a new way of life by being Adam Stone’s girlfriend. How independent are you really, Violet? My inside voice is yelling at me!

  I know Ann thinks I should just enjoy it and go with the flow. She has more experience with men than I have. She’s also dated a few rich guys herself over the years. She’s very good at simplifying life for me. I grin as I open an expensive bottle of wine. My inside voice yells, Hypocrite! I smile as I sip the delicious wine and look around my expensive surroundings. Will I really ever get used to this? Yet another question I need answered.

  To ease up on myself, I decide I’ll just keep saving and will use it towards the summer place when we get to it. My insecurities about being with Adam are far fewer now. Working full time and being in a relationship with someone like him has boosted my confidence. I know I have lots of potential, and look forward to growing my career. The unanswered questions, though, still weigh heavily on me when I let myself think about them. All those answers will determine our future together. I wonder if he thinks about these things too. But can he give me the right answers? My thoughts are interrupted when my phone rings. It’s him.

  “Hi, Babe. How was your day?”

  “
It was good. There’s been lots of attention on the Chicago project. To be honest, we’re opening an office there.”

  “Yes, I already knew that. It will hopefully attract a different set of clients for your firm. I admire their decision to take a risk.”

  “Of course you knew,” I say with sarcasm, he laughs. I then say seriously, “You said a risk?”

  “Well, yes. Any new venture comes with some risk. With good planning, the risk is minimal. It’s still a business. Running a law firm is no different than running any other business.”

  “I’m not worried. I’ll be here mostly anyway. The way I see it, I’ll only have to be in Chicago once in a while.”

  “Paul’s a decent guy and I am sure he and the senior partners know what they’re doing. Anything else I need to know?”

  “Nope, I’m home safe and sound drinking one your expensive bottles of wine,” I chuckle.

  “Good, I’m glad one of us can do that right now. Have you given any more thought to looking at summer places? I can have Brenda send us some places to look at.”

  “Actually, I was just thinking about that. Let’s talk more about it when you’re home. I do like the idea, but I have some things I want to run by you first, okay?”

  “Oh, sounds serious. Should I be worried?” He’s going to try and get it out of me now. I know him so well.

  “No, I just would rather discuss it face-to-face, that’s all.”

  “Okay, but if we discuss it now, we’d have more time to do other things. I’d rather tie you up then be tied up talking about real estate when I’m with you.” He’s so blasted sexy even when he’s being bad. I have to smile.

  “Fine, I’ll tell you what’s on my mind. If we agree to buy something, then I want to contribute and it goes in both our names. Agreed?”

  “Sure.”

  “Really? You aren’t going to argue with me?”

  “No, it will be a good investment for both of us. I was planning to put it in both our names anyway. You’re welcome to contribute what you can and I don’t want you losing sleep over it either.” I’m floored, he’s being so agreeable.

  “You agree, then?” I ask in a different way, wanting to make sure.

  “Yes, I just said that, didn’t I?”

  “Okay good. It’ll have to be something we can both afford then.”

  “Oh Violet, as long as we both like it, okay?” I feel like he’s not telling me something.

  “Have you started looking already?”

  He sighs. “I’ve looked online out of curiosity. You’ll love the places I’ve found too. I know you will. We’ll figure out the finances when we decide on the one we want, okay?” I would only be lying to myself if the thought of a million-plus summer home didn’t appeal to me.

  “Yeah, I suppose so. I was going to use most of my savings anyway,” I say, feeling excitement at the possibility of buying something with him. I know I can save more as we go along.

  “Good then. I’ll get Brenda to start looking.”

  “Sure, sounds like a plan.” I’m feeling privileged again, but this time it excites me.

  “Great.” He sounds happy and I can’t blame him.

  “Hey, by the way, how’s your day going?”

  “Busy as usual and lots of meetings. We’ve renewed a few more contracts. That’s good news for my firm and my bottom line.” I grin, so he’s getting richer by the minute. That’s good too. Shit, why am I thinking like that?

  “Oh, that’s really good. I’m glad for you. It makes the trip well worth it then,” I reply, sounding sweet.

  “Yes, but I also like to spend time with my clients and find out how their businesses are doing. Without them I have no business.” He’s a very smart man indeed.

  “I miss you,” I tell him, “and can’t wait for you to come home.”

  “I miss you too. Only one more night and I’ll be home. It won’t be much longer.” He sounds happier now.

  “Don’t forget we have the food bank this Saturday.”

  “Don’t worry, I have it on my calendar and I remember we need to go shopping.”

  “Yes, we will. That’ll be fun. We haven’t been grocery shopping together yet.”

  “Oh yeah, it’ll be an experience for sure.” He’s laughing. Even that cranks me up. “On Sunday I want to put the Jag away for the winter. Can you drive the BMW and follow me to the garage?”

  “Sure.” I wonder why he’s not asking Frank to take it, but I’m happy to help.

  “I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow. Sleep well. I love you.”

  “I love you too, honey. Don’t work too hard.” Yeah, like’s that going to happen.

  “Good night, Babe.”

  As I take another sip of wine, my cell beeps. It’s a text message from an unknown number: Why does he travel so much? I read it again, remembering the last weird one I got, but there’s no previous conversation in this text. A wrong number? I delete it as the wine swirls around in mouth. It really is delicious.

  Chapter 19

  We’re on our way to the grocery store in Adam’s SUV. Adam holds my hand as we walk inside. He looks around and says, “Wow this is big.” It’s then that I realize he hasn’t shopped for himself in a while.

  “When was the last time you went grocery shopping?” He looks down at me and smirks. “About three years ago in Europe, where the shops are much smaller than this.”

  I purse my lips and shake my head, pretending to reprimand him. “I thought so. I finally have something I can teach you.”

  He squeezes my hand. “Enjoy this while you can. Lead on then, beautiful.” I give him a big smile.

  Teasingly I say, “This is a shopping cart. Surely you’ve seen one of these before?” He nods and smiles, looking into my eyes. I love his eyes. I try to sound stern, but I am smiling. “I’ll push the cart.”

  He grabs my bum and pulls me into him. “I like doing the pushing.”

  We grin at each other. “I know you do, but here, I’ll do the pushing,” I tell him. He releases me and I stand aside so he can pull out one of the carts for me.

  We begin what’s an adventure to him, but just part of the real world for most of us. Standing in the soup aisle, I’m about to pile cans of soup into the cart. Adam steps forward and pulls down two full cartons of soup from the top shelf. “This is more efficient.”

  “Now I understand why you’re paid the big bucks.” We both laugh and continue walking down the aisle to get baked beans, chili con carne, kidney beans, and boxes of mac & cheese, all packaged in full cartons. Our cart is already almost full. I watch Adam approach a store employee whose demeanor appears sluggish and disengaged. My first thought is he might be curt and think Adam will surely rip him a new one. I’m pleasantly surprised when I watch the employee’s body language change. He stands up straight and smiles at Adam. He comes over and seems pleasant when he takes our full cart to the cashier and comes back with an empty one. I watch Adam pull down two cartons of canned corn. He smiles at me as he places the cartons in the cart.

  “What did you say to that guy to make him so helpful? He seemed very distant before?”

  “I asked him his name and how long he worked here and then told him we are here shopping for the food bank.”

  “That’s it?”

  “Well, yes. Showing interest in people is what I do.”

  “You amaze me, Adam. It obviously worked. Let’s finish up here so we aren’t late.” Our last stop is the baby aisle. Adam pulls down four cartons of baby formula. He waves to the now happy employee who quickly comes back with a new cart. Adam fills it with diapers in various sizes.

  He asks, “Have we missed anything?”

  I recap the items we’d picked so far and say, “I think we’ve got a good assortment. Will all this fit in the car?”

  “If it doesn’t I’ll call Fr
ank. Let’s see how we make out.” Adam pays before I even have a chance to pull out my bank card. I don’t argue; I want this to be a happy experience. Adam leaves me waiting with four full carts while he goes to get his SUV. I see him put his phone away and fold the back seats down to allow more space for the groceries.

  “Was that Frank?”

  “Yes, he will be here in 15 minutes.” It no longer surprises me how Frank is always available for Adam after what he told me.

  Adam puts the groceries very carefully in the trunk to ensure maximum capacity. He must like puzzles. Frank pulls up in an Escalade SUV. He greets us with a warm smile and a “good morning.” Adam smiles and nods while directing him with his head to start unpacking a cart.

  Frank looks over at me when I say, “Good morning, Frank. Thanks so much for helping us here.” When both SUVs are full, Adam tells Frank to follow us.

  This particular food bank is located in a warehouse in the west end of the city. Adam pulls up at the door with Frank right behind us. I go inside to find Nancy. A woman approaches me. “Hi, I’m Gail. Are you looking for someone?” She shakes my hand.

  “Yes, my boyfriend and I are here to help out today, but we also have two carloads full of groceries. I’m looking for Nancy to find out the best way to get them unloaded and to find out where she wants us to work today.”

  She pulls out a two-way radio. “Nancy, we need you at the side entrance office, please. We have a large donation and two sets of helping hands.”

  Nancy’s voice comes over the radio and it echoes through the warehouse. “I am coming right over. Is it Violet by any chance?”

  Gail looks at me and I nod. “Yes, it’s Violet. See you in a bit. Over and out.” It’s not long before I see Nancy walking towards us. She’s wearing an orange safety vest over her sweater and jeans.