Ann smiles as she says, “I’m just glad you like someone. Maybe this is the little push you need to finally start dating. So what do you like about him?”
“Well, I don’t know anything about him other than what Paul has told me. He’s young; my guess is twenty-eight or nine. He’s tall, has nice dark blue eyes. He apparently made a name for himself with that food company merger that was in the news a few years ago.”
Ann sits up in her chair and is clearly very interested in what I’m saying. “You even noticed his eyes? Wow, Vee! That says something. It’s great that you’re setting your sights high.”
“I’ve not set anything. I have a stupid crush. I’ll probably never see him again anyway.” I feel a pang of pain in my stomach at that realization.
“I saw you get out of a car. Was that Paul dropping you off?” She doesn’t miss a thing.
“No, it was him, the lawyer. But don’t get excited, there was a transit delay so I decided to walk and almost fell in front of the hotel we were meeting in, right as he was coming out. He prevented my fall and offered to drop me off because he was probably coming in this direction anyway. He was just being polite.”
She replies with a grin, “He sounds like a gentleman. He saved you? Maybe he’s your knight in shining armor. Add that to your dreams!” She laughs. If only she knew my dreams, her hair would curl. This is only going to make me think of him more now. That’s all I need. I quickly change the subject to her and Ted.
She beams. “Everything is going well. I love coming home to him. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice coming home to you too, Vee, but it’s different when it’s your love, your partner.” I smile and pretend I understand. Unfortunately I have not been so lucky, but I am happy for my friend. When we’re finished eating, we pay and make our way to the train station together. I hug Ann as her train comes first and stand waiting for mine, thinking about the week ahead. It doesn’t take long for Adam Stone and his paralyzing gaze to flash through my mind. I feel a stir very deep down at the thought. I can’t wait to get home so I can go to bed.
Chapter 2
The merger with the banks has been successful; due diligence is complete, the competition bureau approval has been received, and the closing will be in a week. My review with Paul goes very well too. I can’t believe it’s May and that I’ve been working for him for a whole three months. He’s giving me more contract work now and I feel trusted.
It’s also been two months since I have seen Mr. Adam Stone. He only attended the first meeting that week so I haven’t seen him since he dropped me off at the deli. That’s how mergers go I guess; the senior lawyers only attend the important meetings, leaving their associates to take care of the rest. Despite this, I still imagine his face in my mind and those dark blue eyes haunt me at night.
I’ve started walking home from work when I can. The walks help me to clear my head and sometimes, although rare, is a distraction from a man I can’t seem to stop thinking about. I’ve just gotten home from work and am about to transcribe the day’s meeting notes so I can email them to Paul before I go to bed. I can hear Paul’s voice in my head, “Violet, no need to be on email all night. Have some down time.” But of course I’m going to send them anyway.
I realize my life is actually starting to take shape. With appreciation I think back to my university days and the sometimes worrisome moments about what I would do with a history degree. I had the added responsibility of ensuring my marks were good enough so I could apply for scholarships to help my parents pay my way through. I also worked part time to pitch in. Still, I made it through and walked away with a degree. I smile as I recall how gratifying it was to see my parents proudly sitting at my graduation. They did their best to send me money and help out with extras when they could. I could’ve lived at home and commuted about ninety minutes each way, but my parents wanted me to concentrate on my marks rather than commuting. That’s how I met Ann, and how we became roommates.
How were Dad and I to know that one year later my mother would no longer be with us? A tear wells up in my eye. My mother was a wonderful person, a modern thinker, strong willed, and with a caring nature. All the elements made her the greatest mother I could ask for. My dad and I miss her every day. Dad was the provider. He worked hard so we could have a comfortable home. Growing up, my life was full of love and great meals. I smile again as I remember how well my mother cooked.
It didn’t take me long to realize that finding employment in my chosen field wasn’t going to be easy. Having a passion for justice and studying its impact throughout history, I started a paralegal certificate program. At the time, it was a practical decision that made sense and could earn me a living. I was a bit worried it was taking me further away from my chosen field, but luckily, I very much enjoy this career.
The apartment is nice and quiet as I begin to reread my transcribed notes. To think just a few months ago, Ann was also living here. It’s still a student rental, making it affordable for me to stay here alone until Brian arrives. Now that I have full time employment, I have a stake in the ground. I look up at the ceiling and bellow, “Universe, thanks for all that I have!”
I think back to the times Ann and I would talk about her dates over a glass of wine in this very room. There was even a professor who had asked her out. I don’t recall any time she wasn’t going on dates or seeing someone, always for short periods of time. I lived vicariously through her. Ann would get me to put down the books and go for a walk or a movie. She would also try to set me up with some of her dates’ friends, which I quickly learned to avoid.
Thankfully, being alone doesn’t prevent me from more adventurous thoughts at night. Knowing how to pleasure myself takes the pressure off the need to rush and make a mistake about who I really want to be with. Not to mention that a few years back, a guy I had just started dating tried to force me to have sex with him. The experience not only scared me, it also made me angry. Fortunately, the jerk was unsuccessful. The aftermath made me realize how important it was for me to be picky about who will be my first love, and up until now there has been no one. I have a couple of great male friends and we hang out in groups. Fortunately, I have a fantasy that fulfills my needs for romance and release at the moment. I think even Ann would be shocked at the thoughts that come to me some nights.
I have a darker side but it’s a well-kept secret, hidden deep within my mind. Many times while in bed alone, I imagine that an ancient prince has fallen in love with me, an ordinary girl. A fleeting glance sparked his interest. The prince, having much more experience with love than me, teaches me how to love him. As I got older, the fantasy became more passionate in nature, giving full control to the prince over me and my body. Even in my imagination I can feel the sexual tension developing between us, and it is to these thoughts that I pleasure myself. I imagine what he is going to do to me, what he will teach me to do to him, and how we will experiment together. When I am in this place, I can take my thoughts to their limits; I desire nothing more than to please him. He’s very strong, and that’s what I want and need. He makes me feel desired and loved; he can’t stand the thought of me with another man. After all, he’s the only man I’ve known this way and he needs that power over me. I am willing to give it. I desire him that much.
The screen on my laptop goes into rest mode, bringing my attention back. I send the transcription off to Paul and then my thoughts trail back to my social life. I decide to take Ann’s advice to start getting out more, and to make more of an effort on my appearance as well. A cup of tea would do now. I head into the kitchen and put on the kettle. I should probably eat something as well. I make a mental note to do a grocery list and get some shopping tomorrow. Opening the fridge, I pull out a loaf of bread and some cheese. Pulling the meal together allows me more time to think about my future. I repeat out loud, “Today and every day, I am confident, I am successful and I am sexy.” This will be my mantra moving forward. I browse my work em
ail while I eat and flag some things for follow up, and when I start to yawn I turn off my laptop.
At bedtime, the anticipation of my self-pleasure helps to speed up my evening routine. Teeth brushed and clothes shed, I jump into bed and turn off the lamp. My hand moves down as my thoughts begin to wander.
The prince has summoned me. It’s late and a servant girl has come to get me. I arise from my sleep as the same servant helps me undress and to re-dress into a sheer flowing robe. The prince doesn’t like to waste time undressing me. Being in his service, I am groomed to perfection every day as I can be summoned any time he wants me, day or night. The servant puts a long shawl around me as I will need to walk down a corridor and no other man can see my body but him. Standing in front of the large double doors of the prince’s suite, the servant opens them and removes the shawl. I walk into the room and hear the double doors close behind me. The prince is completely naked and stands in the moonlight with his back to me just a few steps from a sweeping balcony that overlooks a beautiful garden and pond. His tall, gorgeous body boasts a muscular back and arms, powerful legs and a perfect bum. His silhouette in the moonlight makes him look like a glorious god. He is perfection. There is candlelight all around the room. I lower myself to my knees with my head bowed until he calls for me. He knows I am here. Collecting his thoughts, the prince turns around and looks in my direction. My name is Gia.
He speaks as he walks towards me. “Gia look up at me so I can see your beautiful face.” I lift my bowed head and look up at my handsome prince. He strokes my head. “Rise up so I can look at all of you.” I stand up, keeping my head bowed in respect. He walks around me like he is seeing me for the first time. Standing behind me, he pulls the robe slowly off my shoulders and slides it down my body until I am completely naked. He drops the robe to the ground. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. I can feel his hardness as he is standing very close behind me. He moves to stand in front of me. He looks down at his hardness and then looks at me. I know what he wants. I lower myself to my knees and he guides my head to where he wants me and pushes himself inside my warm, wet, and willing mouth.“Ahh,” he moans softly.
I begin to suck, slowly at first. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock while continuing to suck. Some time ago he taught me what he likes. I was just a virgin then. He grasps my hair so he can move himself in and out of my mouth. I glide my tongue up and down his long shaft and change how I suck, from soft to hard. He likes that and moans as he continues to use my mouth at his will. He pushes his cock in and out and I can sense he is watching it disappear and then reappear each time he moves his hips. He does this for a while, but doesn’t want to finish this way. He pulls me to my feet. As I release him from my mouth and begin to rise, I get a good look at his now glistening and enlarged cock. Within seconds he pushes me face down onto a large, rounded seat that is high enough that my bottom is up in the air, at hip height for him. I stay on my elbows to stabilize myself for what is to come next. My glorious prince pushes, no, thrusts himself inside of me. “Ahh,” he moans again.
He has one hand wrapped around my hair, slightly pulling it, and the other hand is holding my hip so he can now fuck me to his delight. He starts out very slowly, sliding himself in and out of me. I can feel every inch of him slowly fill me up, and then every inch slowly removed. Each time he fills my body, a hot shiver of delight runs through me. We continue slowly for some time and I am getting so wet. He starts to pick up the pace and the hot sensations come closer together. It feels incredible. He now starts fucking me very quickly. My body moves back and forth as he begins to thrust harder inside me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he croons. “Who do you belong to, Gia?”
“I belong to you Master, only to you.”
He pushes into me harder. “That’s right Gia. You are mine, and mine alone.”
I can feel him starting to throb; he is getting closer. He has not given me permission to come yet, so I must wait, but I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. I hold back and then he speaks. “Release Gia, release with me now.” In glorious ecstasy we rise up together reaching the ultimate orgasm.
I slowly return to reality and feel very blissful. I will sleep very well tonight.
Chapter 3
Meeting Ann for brunch on a bright, sunny May morning is a welcome diversion. I’m excited by the thought of seeing Mr. Stone at the closing meeting this week. Even though I haven’t seen him since that day back in March, I still remember his face, his height, and how he made me nervous and excited when I was in the car with him. Work has been a distraction during the day, but evenings and weekends have been long and drawn out with him on my mind. I have relived the feeling of his arm around my waist a million times. I romanticize it by thinking how he saved me and then gallantly got me to my destination.
There is more to be excited about, as I recall Paul handing me an invitation to the museum opening of The French Royals. Mr. Stone’s firm is a sponsor of the exhibit and he has also invited Paul, Mark, and David to attend. The invitation is a thank you gesture, I presume. So I expect to see him again at the opening as well. That gives me two more opportunities to get my fill of Adam Stone before going back to my less-than-exciting life. I will then begin to wean myself off of all thoughts of the superstar lawyer.
I know my chances of me being with someone like him are zero. I assume he has a wife, a girlfriend, or a slew of them. Whomever he is with, will surely have a booming career and be very attractive. And that’s not me by any means. I ask myself the challenging question of what I am expecting to come out of all of this and I have no answer. I’m just happy to be seeing him again. Thinking about Mr. Stone has been tantalizing and frustrating at the same time. My inner voice is telling me, this has to stop. But it’s so hard! I ease up on myself when I think, so what if I want to fantasize about him, there’s no harm in that. His arm around my waist and his eyes looking into mine ignited something inside of me that I just can’t seem to put out.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I see a brown haired, brown eyed, average girl. I have an hourglass figure that is five pounds lighter now with all the walking I’ve been doing. I’m not overweight, just curvy. I think I am fortunate to have inherited my mother’s side of the family’s larger, rounded breasts. They are not gigantic by any means, but even I know I have nice boobs. At least someone admires them, even if it’s me. This makes me chuckle to myself.
Being early May, it’s still a little cool outside in the morning so I dress in jeans, a light blue shirt, and a cardigan. I re-check myself in the mirror to make sure I look presentable. This is now becoming a normal trait of mine.
Ann and I are meeting at a hotel restaurant in Yorkville, the upscale part of town. I walk, and on the way I window shop. That Gucci bag looks good, I sigh, knowing it’s well out of my reach. Prada, Chanel, and Tiffany; they’re all here. Ann and I arrive at the hotel at the same time, and once in the restaurant we’re seated beside the window. “This place makes me want to have a mimosa; are you game?” I ask her. She agrees, and we down them quickly.
“Let’s order another one, we aren’t driving!” Ann agrees and orders two more drinks along with our breakfast order. I’m starting to really relax for the first time since Friday. “How’s your weekend so far?” I ask.
“Really nice, Ted and I watched movies on Friday night and we went out for dinner last night. What about you?”
Not really having much of a weekend to brag about, I tell her instead, “I was invited along with my boss and two other lawyers from the firm to that museum opening. You know, the one called: The French Royals. It’s a thank you from the other law firm in the merger. They’re sponsoring the exhibit.” I haven’t really talked much about Mr. Stone with Ann since March; there hasn’t been anything to tell. I do need her help now though, to talk sense into me about my silly crush. Just as I am about to ask her advice, Ann sits up straight in her
chair. There is someone right behind me; I can feel it. I turn my head and see Mr. Stone there. Oh my, I think as I look up at him, and notice that he has both of his hands resting on the back of my chair, as if we are familiar with each other.
He is looking down at me and right into my eyes as he says, “Hello Violet, what an unexpected surprise.”
My stomach flip-flops when our eyes meet. I realize I need to breathe before I answer. “Oh! Hello Mr. Stone.” I quickly introduce Ann to detract his attention from me. He reaches over to shake her hand. I watch Ann reach for his extended hand and gasp quietly as I feel his crotch press briefly against the back of my arm. My heart begins to race and I remain still until he is standing tall again. I turn around more in my chair to allow myself a better look at him. I move my gaze upward after admiring what I imagine is a sexy, muscular abdomen under his shirt.
My attention comes back to the conversation when I hear Mr. Stone say, “I don’t want to interrupt, I’m having brunch here myself.” He turns and waves to a tall blonde coming into the restaurant. She’s very attractive, so much so that other people in the restaurant are looking at her too. My heart sinks and I can feel a pang of jealousy and disappointment. My body language changes, I stiffen, and he must feel it because he removes his hands from the back of my chair. I need to start dressing better. The woman walks over to us, rests her hand on his shoulder and leans into him. He seems slightly annoyed by her action and becomes stern for a moment, but then catches himself as he introduces her to us.
“Violet, Ann, this is my friend Lina who is just visiting over the weekend.” He looks down at me when he says, “Lina leaves tonight for a great job in Spain, in marketing.” This lightens my mood considerably, as I stand up to shake Lina’s hand, forcing her to peel herself off of him.
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