Solid Stone: Revolving Door

by E. G. Patrick

  “Sometimes, yes.”

  “Only sometimes? Why are you being kind to me then?”

  “You’re giving me what I want at the moment and still have room to grow.” His eyes are locked on mine. I am dumbfounded and realize his statement is true. I am giving him what he wants, but I want it too.

  “Yes, I suppose we are both getting what we want right now,” I reply.

  “Good response. You’re learning Violet.”

  My reply is without a filter. “You make it sound like I need to learn how to think for myself?”

  He averts his eyes. That’s an interesting change. When he looks at me again his posture seems taller as he leans forward to take one of my hands. “You’re angry at me now, aren’t you?”

  At first, his words seem patronizing again, but the way he is looking at me, makes me think differently. He appears to be concerned about how I feel. “Somewhat offended, yes. I hope you see more in me than a nice body.”

  He leans in closer. “Violet, I do. When I said I would hire you, I meant it. I only hire intelligent people. I like all of you, including how you think. I like your candor, I told you that too. I have a confession.”

  He has piqued my interest, and I sit up taller in my chair. “What is it?”

  “When you called me that Friday after you ran off, I was glad you did. I had to cancel my afternoon appointments so I could meet you. Honestly, Violet, I wouldn’t do that for just anyone. I like all of you, and that includes the way you think.”

  I feel happy and relieved at what he just said. It makes me wonder why he just didn’t apologize; it would have been an easier way out. Maybe he wants me to know that I mean something more to him? Even though he baffles me, I do believe him.

  “I was glad we were able to resolve that situation.” I smile at him and then say. “What’s for dessert?” He smiles back and I notice his shoulders begin to relax. He must’ve been really tense just now.

  We decide to share a Grand Marnier soufflé for dessert. We are lighthearted again. The waiter brings two spoons, coffee for Adam, and tea for me. Soon after, he presents us with a beautiful, high peaked soufflé. Adam takes my spoon and dips into it, giving me the first bite. He only uses one spoon and feeds me, and then himself, as we enjoy our dessert. I like him feeding me and I smile at him between bites. He is smiling back, thinking about what, I don’t know.

  Adam excuses himself again for a minute. I see him pulling out his phone, probably to let Frank know we’ll be leaving soon. He comes back shortly and now it’s my turn. I want to check myself in the mirror. As I look in the mirror to touch up my lip gloss and check my hair, I like what I see. I guess I do have a hint of confidence. I expect spending more time with him will only enhance that. He already has me caring more about how I look. It’s a start. Walking back to the table Adam’s eyes are fixed on me. He stands as I come towards him.

  “Are you ready to go?” I nod. Taking my hand we leave the restaurant. Frank is waiting for us right out front. He opens the car door and I step into it. With Adam seated beside me we drive off.

  “That was a great dinner, Adam. We must go back there again.”

  “Yes, for sure. We’ll start a list of great places.” Hearing him say that means a lot to me. We’re starting a list together!

  “Are we going back to the hotel?” I want him very badly all of a sudden.

  “No, it’s Saturday night, surely we can stay out a bit longer.” He looks at me and then says, “I know what you want and you will get that later, I promise.” He squeezes my hand. He is right. I want to be under him, feeling him inside of me.

  “Am I that obvious?”

  “Yes, very, and I like it.”

  As we pull up in front of a building, Adam tells Frank to go home and that we’ll take cab back to the hotel. We walk towards a front desk inside the building. We’re at a private club of some sort. The lady at the desk smiles at Adam. “Good evening, Mr. Stone. It’s been a while.” He smiles back at her while pulling me in front of him so he can put his arm around me. She swipes what looks like a membership card or credit card, I can’t tell. A man in a black suit escorts us into an elevator that leads to a room on the fourth floor with round tables of twos and fours and a stage. The room is dimly lit like the restaurant. The tables are mostly full and as we follow the Maître D to a table close to the front, I realize there is a dance floor in front of the stage. There’s music playing reasonably loud. We’re in a nightclub, a very high end one. The man in the black suit pulls out my chair and then Adam’s. We sit down and within seconds an attractive waitress approaches us. Adam smiles at her quickly and then turns back to me, asking, “What do you want to drink?”

  My instincts tell me to stick with red wine, so I do. He orders what I believe is another bottle of Bordeaux.

  “What is this place?” I ask.

  “It’s a private club. I use the gym and meeting rooms here sometimes. It’s one of the few clubs that has a younger demographic and isn’t stuffy or filled with cigar smoke. There is the gym, meeting room space, and restaurant, to name a few amenities. I like it.” I had no idea of the lifestyle Mr. Adam Stone is accustomed to, but I’m quickly learning to like it.

  “It’s nice.” I admire the grandness of the space and the crowd around me. He is right. There are a lot of well-dressed, fun loving people around us. Our wine is opened and decanted on our table. Two wine glasses and napkins are placed in front of us. Are we pouring our own wine? I can’t believe I am thinking that way all of a sudden. I stand corrected as the waitress pours Adam’s wine first, he nods and she then pours into my glass. Adam thanks her before she walks away. I tell him the wine is delicious. Adam has not disappointed me with his wine selection or anything else.

  “It’s one of my favorites. I’m glad you like it.” The way he looks at me sometimes makes me want to drop to my knees. There is something about him that takes me out of my comfort zone, secretly of course. I quickly suppress a Gia-esque thought.

  He says, “Do you want me to show you around? The band won’t come on for another half hour and our table is reserved.”

  “Sure, show me around.” He takes my hand and we walk back to the elevator. He pulls out a key card and inserts it in a slot and presses the up button. When the doors open, we get out and walk hand in hand down one of the hallways. He uses the key card again and opens a door into what I quickly realize is a boardroom. In the middle of the room is a large mahogany boardroom table with twelve high back executive leather chairs around it. Adam closes the door and brings me into him for a kiss. I don’t think showing me around is what he really has in mind. I suddenly feel a pulsating tingle shoot up from my vagina.

  As I watch him move a chair from the head of the table, I can feel my heart beating faster with anticipation. He stands in front of me and gently pushes me backward until I can feel the table against my bum. His hands slide along my outer thighs moving my dress upward and then he pulls my panties part way down. I feel my legs begin to tremble, as desire begins to rise in me combined with curiosity. Without any notice, Adam lifts me up onto the long boardroom table and places me right at the very edge of it. I can feel the smooth wood against my bare bum. He slides my panties off and throws them on the table. Spreading my legs apart he stands between them.

  “What if someone walks in?” I say, feeling shy all of a sudden.

  “Violet, I want you now, very much. Do you really want me to stop?” His eyes seem ravenous when he looks at me. My own darker desires take over; I can’t control myself. I feel Adam is about to take care of that.

  I manage to whisper, “No, please don’t stop.”

  He grins and firmly taps the end of my nose with his finger and says, “No more talking, only moaning.” Another hot, searing shot runs up my lower region. We are so close that I can feel his breath on my face. He takes his hand and lifts my chin upward forcing me to look into
his dark blue eyes. There is a demanding and lustful look in those eyes. He says with that voice, “You said I controlled the boardroom, well, I am going to show you now that is very true.” I am beguiled by his eyes and his words. I swallow hard and can feel my heart beating even faster now.

  He puts his hand on my throat and pulls me in close to kiss him; his tongue finds mine and we begin to explore. When he’s had enough, he stops, looks at me, and then slides his hand down my throat stopping in the middle of my chest. He can feel my heart pounding and a slight grin comes across his lips. I believe he is about to wield his power over me now. His other hand slides down in between my thighs. When he touches me, I moan and fling my head back. He grabs the back of my head forcing me to face him again and then slowly inserts his thumb inside of me while watching my face as he does. “Ahh” I cry out as he begins to move it around. It feels amazing and sends a series of volcanic eruptions through me.

  Before I know it, he halts my moans when he puts his ‘essence of Violet’ thumb in my mouth. He commands, “Suck.” I obey and do so eagerly. He quickly inserts his other thumb inside of me. I moan again, as what he is doing to me in both places is absolutely spellbinding. He watches me suck his thumb as he wiggles and pushes his other thumb up inside of me. I groan loudly. When I think my delights have reached their summit, he slides his lubricated thumb from my vagina to my clitoris, while inserting a finger to replace his thumb. Oh, my! He is now stimulating me in three places! He is a magician; I feel his fingers working their magic through my entire body. He presses his thumb against my clitoris while his finger dances inside of me. I know I won’t last long. I feel compelled to ask permission to come. I open my mouth to speak. He notices and slides his thumb out of my mouth trailing it over my chin and down my throat. My entire body is captivated by waves of pulsating pleasure in all the right places.

  “May I come, please?” I beg, barely audible. He likes that and grins down at me.

  “Yes, you have my permission to come.” Oh, hearing him say that takes me up a notch. After a few more delightful and well placed motions of Adam’s thumb pressing against my clit and his finger wiggling inside of me, I fling my head back and let out a loud moan as I embark on the ultimate orgasm. “Ahhhhh!” I cry out. Adam keeps moving his fingers until my moan subsides. I am certain I have left a wet spot on the table.

  He’s not finished with me yet. With authority he says, “Undo my pants now.” I’m still panting after what he just did to me. I lean my head against his chest for support and undo his belt, the button and then slowly lower his zipper. I slide his pants and then boxers down his muscular legs as low as I possibly can. His substantial and very hard cock thuds against my inner thigh. Oh! That’s impressive!

  He says with that voice, “Wrap your legs around me. I am going to fuck you now, really fuck you. Use your legs as leverage, you’ll need it.” His demand sends an army of hot pulsations right through me. I can’t believe how my body responds to him. I am breathing heavier and nod yes, as I wrap my legs around him. I’m getting more turned on each minute. His confidence is outstanding and well, his need for control makes it even more exciting! If only he knew how that made me feel. He kisses me hard and begins squeezing the top of my bum very firmly.

  “Violet, who do you belong to?”

  I gasp, that sounds so familiar. “You, I belong to you,” I say, followed by ‘Master’ in my head. “Ahh” I moan again.

  “That’s right Violet, and I am going to remind you now.” He forces his cock hard inside of me. I have no idea when or how he put the condom on, but I know he’s a magician so anything is possible. I am totally absorbed by him as he drives himself hard inside of me. I willingly accept his control over me. Suddenly, my legs release at the forcefulness of his thrusting hips and I slide backward on the table. Clearly surprised and annoyed by the interruption, he forcefully pulls me back in place at the edge of the boardroom table. I look up at him and swallow hard. He says in a slow controlled voice, “Put your legs around me tightly so you don’t move again.” I quickly wrap my legs around him tighter than before. He puts his arm around me to ensure I don’t move again. I soon feel his cock pushing inside of me as he kisses my lips, down my neck, and back up again. He grips my hair from the back. We are both lost in our own need to erupt. His hips hit my inner thighs and I watch my legs move with each powerful thrust, even though they are wrapped tightly around him. He is fucking me really hard. It’s intense, raw, and passionate. I am getting wetter by the minute. I moan again.

  “Ah, Violet, I really like fucking you,” he groans in my ear. This makes me moan again and again. He likes fucking me! I am at his disposal and enjoying every minute. His powerful hips move back and forth, I can feel every inch of him moving inside of me. He is watching his cock slide in and out. I can see it too when I look down. “Oh!” I groan. I have become mesmerized by how his cock moves in and out of me.

  “Get ready,” he almost yells at me sounding breathless. I can feel him throb and I am learning that means he is close. “Look at me,” he commands. I immediately look into his eyes and he fucks me harder, so hard I think I may move again, but his arm wrapped around me is solid and strong so I’m not going anywhere. He moves faster and quicker and then, the sizzling hot fireworks blast all the way up to my throat and out of my mouth. I let out a loud and well deserved, “Ahhh!” We magically come at the same time. He grins at me and then kisses me to stifle my moan; it’s so long and loud. He moans back into my mouth. This is intoxicating and not because of the wine. It’s him. I am addicted to Adam Stone. He grabs my hair and kisses me again.

  His lips leave mine and he says, “I believe my boardroom skills are in line with what you expected?” My heart is still racing and I find it hard to speak. He lifts my chin upward and our eyes meet. “Well?” he says with a determined look on his face.

  “Oh yes, Mr. Stone,” I reply still reeling in the aftermath. He’s pleased with my response, kisses me, and then lifts me off of the table into a standing position. He points to a restroom off to the side. As I start to walk away, he grabs my arm forcing me back into him.

  He grins and says, “You forgot something.” He has my lace panties dangling around his finger. I blush as I take them and quickly kiss him. He slaps my bum as I walk away. I find myself liking that a lot. After a few minutes, we leave the room the same way we came in, both composed and properly dressed. I smile inside. I’m in awe at what he can do to my body and the power he has over it. We return to our table just in time.

  The lights go dimmer and the DJ music stops as a band comes on stage. They open with a lively song that makes me tap my hand on the table. Adam pulls my chair closer to his and wraps his arm around me. He runs his hand up and down my thigh even under my dress. He goes really high up and then slides his hand back down to my knee. He knows what he’s doing. Oh my, that’s tantalizing, I think, as the tingles start again. He whispers in my ear, “I hope you like this.”

  “The music or what your hand is doing?”

  He grins. “Both.”

  “Yes to both. Thanks.” I nuzzle myself closer to him and get lost in the music and his scent. Some people are beginning to dance. The singer in the band leans into the crowd singing as though he is only singing to them individually. Adam takes my hand and stands up. At first I hesitate, but he is not taking no for an answer. Before I know it we are on the dance floor. He is sexy as I watch his hips begin to move to the beat of the music while he holds one of my hands. Adam dancing, I didn’t see that coming. He’s full of surprises tonight. I find the beat and begin to sway my hips from side to side. I feel quite sexy too, moving to the music with this hot guy holding my hand. The man is transforming me. I’ve never danced before in my life, preferring to be in the background and not in the forefront, but now I feel like one of the crowd taking on some of Adam’s confidence as my own. We move in perfect unison like we’ve danced together for a long time. I begin to find my
own rhythm. I release Adam’s hand and turn to the beat, moving my feet and hips with more deliberate “watch me” moves. Where has this girl been? Some people are looking at me, including Adam who is enthusiastically smiling. We dance to three more songs before he gives me a twirl and then pulls me into him. “You’ve got moves Babe, enough showing off. You’re mine.”

  I squeeze into him. “Yes, one hundred percent yours and don’t you forget it.”

  “I won’t,” he says as we walk back to our table hand in hand. He orders a large bottle of Perrier with lemon and limes. Good idea, as I think we’ve both had enough wine for one night. We get lost in the music with the occasional kiss in between. After the second set we’re ready to leave. It’s almost 1 in the morning.

  The elevator takes us to the main floor where Adam walks over to the reception desk to arrange a taxi for us. Within five minutes we’re on our way back to the hotel. We drive in silence, but the chemistry is still intense between us. We both can’t wait to get back to the room. I can feel the energy between us. Many lustful thoughts run through my head; all of them are causing hot waves to run through my body.

  As soon as we step inside the suite, Adam pushes me up against the wall. “I want more of you,” he says between kisses as his hand runs up and down my thigh, lifting my dress upwards. Ding, ding, round two tonight! I think he’s about to lead me to the bedroom when he lifts me up against the wall, then pushes my dress up and pulls my panties aside. Instantly his condom covered cock is inside of me and my feet are no longer on the floor. “I can’t believe how much I want you again Violet,” he growls. My back is firmly pushed up against the wall and my legs wrapped around him for the second time tonight.

  I am so lost in the moment that I groan, “Oh, take me, Adam.” After a series of hard thrusts against the wall, he carries me to the bedroom. I undo his shirt as we move. There is haste between us to get our clothes off. He sounds frustrated, “Where the hell is the zipper on this dress?” He’s hungry with desire and can’t wait.