Solid Stone: Revolving Door

by E. G. Patrick

  I shouldn’t push it, but I do. “Is there a reason you brought me here then?”

  “I thought you’d like the French toast,” he says dryly. I try a different angle, having not gotten the answer I really wanted.

  “So how many exes have you had anyway?” He must expect me to ask this question. Don’t all new girlfriends ask it?

  “I guess about a dozen or so?” he replies matter-of-factly.

  Wow, that’s a lot and ‘or so’ how many is that exactly? I think as I do the math in my head allowing for him to be single a few months a year. “So how long did the average relationship last?” I ask.

  “Can we stop this now please?” His mood has changed; he is staring at me and no longer smiling. I decide to change the subject. I don’t want to ruin what time we have left before he needs to leave.

  “Sorry, no more ex questions. Can you tell me what you’re working on next week?”

  “Some business reviews, a few client meetings, and spending time with my team out there. Stuff like that.” That’s not overly informative, I think, but I offer a reply he will like.

  “Oh, sounds productive and busy.”

  “I try to maximum my time when I travel. Why miss out on opportunities?” Of course he thinks that way. Maximize time, success, more success - it must run through his mind constantly.

  “Yes, I suppose so if you are going that far.” He nods. My mood has changed too. I dread leaving him today and want us to part happy. I reach over the table and take his hand.

  “Do you have time to stop at my place before you go home?”

  He has a half grin on now. “Why?”

  He wants me to spell it out so I do. “I want to feel you inside of me before you leave me stranded for five long days.” He doesn’t respond. His half-grin and now heavier looking eyes say it all as he calls to the waiter for our bill.

  At my apartment, we quickly run up the stairs eager to get to what we both have in mind. Inside, Adam drops my bag on the floor, closes the door behind him, and locks it. He turns to me with a very sexy expression. His eyelids look heavier over his blue eyes and a look of, “I’m going to eat you alive,” flashes through them. He pulls me to him a little rough, but I don’t mind. The juices in me are flowing. He is kissing me as his hands run down my back to my bum, squeezing, rubbing. He smells good and I want him so badly. Still kissing me, he moves us to the spare bedroom. He is undoing my shirt as I undo my jeans. We both need our desires fulfilled. The sexual energy is thick. He pulls off my shirt and unhooks my bra, freeing my breasts for him to feel. He rubs his thumb over my erect nipple, sending shivers right through me. I undo his jeans and he quickly removes them. He is hard and ready. He looks hot in an open shirt and no pants. He pushes me down on the bed and stares down at me like he owns me, and he does. He pulls my legs up to his shoulders. This is the same position from last night, allowing him very deep penetration into me. He looks down to put on a condom. I need and want to feel him inside of me. He pushes himself in me and holds my legs for leverage. I begin to feel the pleasure his moving cock provides to me.

  “You were ready for me. You seem to like the way I fuck you.”

  “Oh yes, very much. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.” My begging causes him to fuck me harder. His hips are slapping against the backs of my thighs which turns me on even more. I moan, a deep moan, this feels so good. His thrusting is increasing, faster, deeper, then long and slow and then faster and deeper again. He is driving me to soaring heights of delight. My head moves from side to side. After many variations of fast, slow, and very fast fucking, I can’t help but come. The wonderful feeling of pleasure rushing through me is so gratifying and fulfilling. My body needs this from him and can’t imagine not getting this from him.

  I can feel Adam’s cock pulsating as he pushes himself inside of me a few more times before I hear him say, “Ah, you drive me crazy!” He moans as he reaches his climax. He massages my calves for a moment before gently lowering my legs back on the bed. I’m breathless and just staring at him. My body is relishing in the pleasure of the experience. Adam smiles at me as he picks up his pants.

  “Sorry I was so quick, but I really have to go Violet,” he says, and my heart sinks. He takes my hand to help me up from the bed and then leaves the room for the bathroom. I stand up and walk through the apartment to pick up my clothes until I am fully dressed. I hear the tap in the bathroom and shortly after Adam emerges, composed and looking quite handsome. Coming toward me, he takes his hand to pull my chin upwards so our lips can meet. I kiss him back and release him so he can walk towards the apartment door.

  He reaches between my legs and says, “You will remember me while I’m away, won’t you?” I know what he means; the soreness will be a reminder. I nod yes. My carnal side likes that a lot. I hug Adam like I’m never going to see him again.

  “Thank you for making this weekend and my first time so special.”

  “Bye, Babe. Thanks for a wonderful weekend. I’ll call you later.” I look up into his eyes and we kiss again and in a few minutes I am closing the door behind him. I just stand still thinking about the last two days. It’s surreal to be with someone like him. I relive our encounters in my head, the tender moments and the more passionate and lustful ones too, his kisses and the affect he has on me. I finally lock the door and come back to reality. I unpack my bag and get online to do some work. Seated at the dining table I begin to check email and run through the work week ahead. I welcome the distraction as I miss Adam like mad and the thought of not seeing him for the next five days makes me sad and wanting. It’s getting dark when my phone rings.

  “Hi, miss me?” A big smile comes across my face as I hear his voice.

  “I miss you like mad and wish you were here with me now.”

  “Yes, me too. I’m in a private lounge waiting for my plane.”

  “Will you really miss me?” I must sound insecure. But will he really?

  He says firmly, “I only say and do what I mean Violet. Please remember that.” His voice becomes lower and softer now, “I suspect you will be on my mind constantly this week. Honestly, Violet, you really are like a fine wine, the more I taste the more I want. I really am going to miss you and your lovely body. I may have to pack you in my suitcase next time.” He chuckles to lighten the mood and I have to chuckle too as I imagine myself trying to fit into his carry-on luggage.

  I return the compliment. “Adam, you were a maestro this weekend. You played my body beautifully! I’m in awe of what you do to me and how you make me feel. I really do love being with you.” I know I sound mushy and poetic, but it’s really how I feel. He did say he liked my honesty.

  There is a long pause and then I hear him shuffle and give a deep breath like he is thinking whether to say something or not. This makes me hold my breath until he finally says, “Well, it seems we are both enchanted then.” The thought lingers with me for a moment making me feel happy.

  I breathe and, feeling content, blurt out, “Do you fly first class?”

  “Ah, yes.” I think he is relieved that I have changed the direction of our conversation.

  “Good. You should with all the travel you must do. I can’t wait until Friday comes.”

  “As soon as I get back I will come and get you, okay?”

  “I am counting the days, believe me.”

  “I really had a great weekend Violet. I’ll call you during the week. Be good.”

  “I’m always good,” I chuckle.

  He laughs too. “Not with me you’re not. Bye Babe, sleep well.”

  “Bye, Adam. Safe travels.” He’s right. I am wanton and savage with him. I want more already.

  Trying to be productive after I have I just spoken to the man I desire with all my heart is next to impossible. I now only want to think about the two of us. I have given myself to Adam completely. This man has exceeded all of my expecta
tions and desires. I run the scenarios from the weekend again and can feel those warm sensations through my belly repeatedly. I feel so happy inside and glad I am with him. And then I say to myself, how much time do I have with you, Adam Stone? That’s what worries me. His sudden mood changes also make me think. Desire and the heart are powerful elements when they are in unison. Knowing what I know, gives me a million reasons to just run, but I know I won’t. I’m willing to take the pleasure now and will deal with the pain when it comes.

  Chapter 14

  It’s Monday afternoon when Molly calls me to the front of the office. A very nice surprise is waiting for me in the form of a large vase full of white tulips with only one purple violet stem placed perfectly in the middle. I know they are from Adam. My heart skips a beat as I take the bouquet back to my desk. I open the card and it reads:

  Violet, I hope you’re still happy about your decision of choosing me to be your first. I truly am flattered that you did, and look forward to sharing more memorable encounters together. I’m excited about seeing you this weekend. I hope you like the flowers. There is only one ‘Violet’ in the bunch! You really are that unique! Be good until I see you. Adam.

  The feelings this man evokes in me are crazy and all encompassing. He can be so soft and sensitive when he wants. I’ve only known him weeks; I ask myself if I am moving too fast, but I can’t control what my heart wants and it’s him. I look at the beautiful arrangement and the single violet stem, well that’s just damn romantic! The thought makes me feel warm inside. I open my personal email and type:

  From: Violet Cole

  To: Adam Stone

  Subject: Lovely Surprise

  Adam, thank you so much for the lovely flowers. White tulips are my favorite and the one single violet stem, well, that’s just romantic. They have brightened my day, but make me miss you even more. Yes, I am so glad I waited for you. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way or with anyone else. We chose well! Sorry, if I am getting too mushy. I hope you are having a good day. I can’t wait to see you on Friday.

  Yours, Violet. xoxoxo

  I press send and hope it doesn’t scare him. Paul comments on the flowers, concerned he’s missed my birthday. I reassure him that he has not. At 6:30 when I am getting ready to leave I debate whether to take the flowers home or leave them on my desk. I decide to leave them on my desk, as most of my week will be spent here at the office. On my way to the train my phone rings. I step to the side of the street as I can see it’s Adam.

  “Hi Babe, I just got your email. I’m glad you like the flowers. I picked white tulips because you had them at your place the first time I was there. I’m glad they’re your favorite flower. How are things? Where are you?”

  “The flowers are beautiful and the violet touch, well, that almost made me well up. They really are stunning. Thank you. Oh, I’m walking to the train station and just stopped to talk to you.”

  “I am glad the flowers brightened your day and didn’t make you cry. Hey, why are you leaving work so late, isn’t it late there now?”

  “Yes, it’s almost 7, but the rest of the week will be better. I’m fine. I enjoy my job just like you do.”

  He ignores my comment. “I don’t want you tired when I get home. We have lots of catching up to do.” He sounds demanding.

  “I promise I will never be too tired for you,” I assure him.

  He sounds more relaxed when he says, “Good. So how long does it take you to get home on the train?”

  “It’s not long, including the walk about 20 minutes at most unless there is a delay and then it’s a nightmare.”

  “I guess that’s not too bad. You really shouldn’t work so late though. What’s keeping you so busy?”

  “There are lots of contracts to work through, read, and write up, as well as keeping track of Paul. I really can’t complain. Paul’s very easy to work with. He is always pleasant and respectful.”

  “That’s because you do such a great job. You know that right?”

  “I hope so. I do my best to stay on top of things.”

  “Maybe you should come and work for me then? You can stay on top of me at my office. Maybe I can convince you over the weekend.” He chuckles, but I am not sure he’s completely joking.

  “You’d only get bored with me if you had to see me every day. I don’t think that’s what you’re used to.” I gather he has always called the shots in all of his relationships and I suspect that being together every day is not part of the deal.

  “I’ve never tried it, so I don’t know,” he laughs, clearly catching my hint.

  I reply, “They say you never know until you try. You could learn something new, and may even like it?” I think, Violet where did that come from?

  “I suppose so, but I am a creature of habit, in my personal life anyway.” He got me. I change the subject. I feel hurt by what he just said, but suppress my feelings because I am happy to hear his voice, content that he took the time to call me during his busy day. My mind trails back to his lovely note and the symbolic nature of the floral arrangement. That must mean something.

  “Has your stylist sent you any more sexy suits?” Why did I go there? I just couldn’t think of anything else quickly enough.

  “Not since I saw you last, but I will let her know you approve of my clothing.” I must meet his stylist sometime. I’m really curious to see what she looks like. I swallow a jealous pang before it can rise within me.

  “Perhaps one day I can meet her, or go shopping with you?”

  “I don’t shop. She sends stuff over and I try it on and keep what I like. No complications, just the way I like things.”

  “Oh, I see. She seems to know you quite well.” Temper the jealously Violet, I warn myself. I am beginning to despise the word ‘complications’ and any of its derivatives when Adam says it. Why am I being so sensitive?

  “I’ve got to run Babe, I have another meeting soon. Be good.” He’s not going there and maybe that’s a good thing.

  “Bye Adam. See you soon.”

  “Bye.”

  My commute home has me thinking of my place with Adam and where I stand in his world. I really don’t have the answer, not yet anyway. When I think of the flowers and the lovely note and his comment just now, it makes me wonder if when he thinks he is getting too close, he catches himself and takes three steps back. Time will tell, and I have lots of time.

  When Thursday comes I can’t believe it has only been 4 days without Adam. It feels like a month. What he did to me last weekend is something I will never forget. I start reliving each episode and as I do my mind thinks of Gia and the prince. I lay in my bed face up, eyes closed, my hands roaming.

  The prince is angry. He sent for me hours ago and I was not to be found. The palace is in a flurry trying to find me. He is worried and even angrier that none of my attendants know my whereabouts. No one wants to experience his wrath. He is someone who is generally kind, but in his position and with all his power he can be very determined and decisive when needed. Qualities you would expect in a powerful ruler.

  I had lost track of time when I had snuck out of my rooms and found myself in the gardens. I do this every now and then. Being in the service of the prince, I am always accompanied by someone. These rare escapes allow me some privacy and time to think. I love the garden; it’s beautiful and quiet. The quiet disappears as one of the attendants from the women’s quarters comes running towards me.

  “Mistress, you must come with me at once,” she bellows. As she gets closer, I can see the panicked look on her face.

  “His highness has been looking for you for hours now. The whole palace is in disarray trying to find you.” I swallow hard as I anticipate what might come of this. The prince being angry with me is something to fear. I quickly follow the attendant back into the palace. I have no time to change or prepare myself, as that will further anger my master. I
slow my pace as I approach the prince’s double doors and fear begins to settle within me. A servant opens the doors, allowing me to enter. I immediately scan the room as I fall to my knees and can see the prince ahead of me with his arms crossed and pacing the room. I lower my head and wait. He dismisses the servant abruptly who quickly closes the door behind her. I am now alone in the room with him. I hear his footsteps stop. He may be staring at me, but I dare not look up for fear of meeting his eyes. I hear a cupboard door open and close. It feels like I have been on my knees for an eternity, but it’s only been minutes. The prince summons me. His voice is stern and controlled.

  “Gia come here at once.” I immediately rise to my feet and with my head bowed quickly walk toward him.

  “Master, please forgive me,” I plead, but he does not answer. I imagine he is contemplating what to do with me.

  “Remove your clothes,” he commands. My fingers begin to tremble while I quickly try to undress myself, wishing now I had one of my robes on. I move quickly as I don’t want to anger him any further. Within moments I am naked.

  “Turn around,” he orders. I turn and face a large marble table. I shiver at the thought of what he might have in mind.

  He bellows startling me, “Bend over the table and spread your arms and legs.” I quiver with fear and then shudder as my bare breasts rest against the cold hard marble table. I turn my head sideways as I raise my arms above my head. I feel very vulnerable in this position and can’t see what is going on behind me. He is stern when he speaks to me. “I have been sick with worry. Where have you been all this time?”

  I struggle to speak and in a whisper I reply, “I was in the garden, Master.”

  “Why were you alone in the garden? None of your attendants knew your whereabouts. You know how important it is for you to be chaperoned at all times. I give you lots of freedom, Gia, when I don’t have to.”

  “Yes, Master, please forgive me, it will never happen again. I am truly sorry.” My voice is trembling as I speak.