Solid Stone: Revolving Door

by E. G. Patrick

  “Yes, you’re correct, this will never happen again.” He moves around the table and binds my wrists with silk. He pulls the knot tight which jolts my arms upward in the process. My legs feel weak all of a sudden. There is an uneasy silence in the room as I swallow hard and wait for his next move. All of sudden I feel a sharp stinging pain on the cheek of my right buttocks. The sting resonates with a throbbing pain. I cry out, it hurts! The prince is punishing me and wants me to remember this so I never go missing again.

  He doesn’t just stop at one or two strikes; he instead waits and spaces them out to ensure I can feel the full effect before he administers the next one. I can feel my master’s anger with each stinging strike. My bottom aches. I want to look back at him to anticipate how many more are to come, but fear prevents me. Sure enough, two more resonating stings hit each of my cheeks sending pain through me. I cry out with a gasp when I realize there is some pleasure in the aftermath. He pauses for a moment. It’s very clear his worry has turned to anger when I feel another sharp sting come down on me. A part of me is enjoying this and the control he has over me. I flinch expecting another but receive none. The next sensation I feel is his hard cock entering inside of me. I’m wet now, making entry for him very easy.

  He is rough, fast, and very powerful as the front of my thighs hit the table in front of me. He grips both my hips aggressively so he can control my body. I am sure if the table was not made of a heavy marble it would be moving as he is thrusting inside of me that harshly. My master fucks me over and over again making me feel his anger and desire with each drive from his powerful hips. When I feel his cock swell in me, the hot sensations increase. There are hot tremors rising in me very rapidly now. I can feel myself getting close, but dare not release for fear of making him angrier. I can feel his cock begin to throb which means he’s getting close too. This time however, he is not willing me to release so I know he is still angry with me. His thrusts seem to be getting faster and harder when he cries out, “Ahh!”

  He stops thrusting and collapses on top of me as he comes inside of me. Within a few moments he lifts himself off of me. I soon feel his hands gently rubbing my sore bottom as if to soothe me. He says softer this time, “Gia, you nearly frightened me to death today. I thought something terrible had happened to you, that I had lost you.” I nod my head so he knows I understand and hear his footsteps leave the room. I stand slowly looking back at my now pink and sore behind. My hands are still tightly bound in silk. I will surely think twice before seeking solitude from my attendants again.

  In my bed I orgasm and moan very loudly as I imagine submitting to the will of Adam, my prince. Feeling sublime, I fall into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 15

  On Friday evening, just as I’m about to leave the office, my cell phone rings. “Hello, Violet.” My heart skips a beat.

  “Hello! Are you back?” I’m surprised.

  “Yes, I was able to leave earlier so I can come and get you now. I just got home and can be at your place in about thirty minutes.” I am totally flattered that he is calling me just as he has returned from his trip.

  A pang of pain runs through me when I say, “I have plans right now, but can meet you later. Is 7 okay?” There is dead silence. I know that shouldn’t surprise me; he doesn’t like to wait for anything.

  “I guess so. Why are you busy?” He sounds annoyed.

  “I’m having drinks with some people from work, but I will leave early to meet you.” I emphasize early for his benefit.

  “Okay, where should I pick you up?”

  “At my place, my weekend bag is there.”

  “Where are you going for drinks?” I tell him.

  “Okay, I guess I’ll pick you up at 7 at your place.” The line goes dead. He has hung up before either of us could say goodbye, but I don’t care, I just want to see him. This call puts much more pep in my step. I go the restroom to check my appearance and meet the group back at reception. I look at my boss and peers. There stand Paul, Felicity, Stuart, David, Linda, Sherman, and me. Off we go to the pub down the street. Paul offers to buy the first round. Quality time with my peers is rewarding, but not the first thing on my mind any longer. I’m thinking of Adam continuously and I can’t wait to see him. I try to engage in conversation, but it’s only half-hearted. About an hour passes and my phone beeps. I pull it out of my purse and there is a text from Adam. I’m outside of the bar. You have ten minutes to come out or I am coming in.

  Oh shit. I wasn’t expecting this. He must know he’s early and supposed to pick me up at home. I have no choice but to make an excuse to leave now. I look over at Paul and tell him, “I should get going. I have a friend who’ll be waiting for me if I don’t leave soon.” I’m telling the truth, so I don’t feel as bad.

  “No problem Violet. I’m glad you could join us. Have a great weekend.” I smile and stand to say goodbye to the group before I walk out of the bar. To my right is Adam’s hot black car. My first thought is to be annoyed, but when I jump into the car beside Adam and see him, my heart skips a beat. I lean over to kiss him, I can’t resist.

  “You are a very impatient man, Adam Stone.”

  He grins. “Yes, I am and I will show you just how impatient when I get you home.” The sensations flare up inside of me again. Just a few words out of those beautiful lips and I am ready for him. He asks, “So how was your drink with your colleagues?”

  “It was nice. You learn a lot about people just listening to their conversations.”

  “Being a good listener is a strength you know. You have many hidden talents Violet, even beyond the bedroom, it seems.” He chuckles.

  “Maybe I should be quiet in the bedroom to hone my listening skills?” I’m grinning now.

  “Don’t you dare, I like to hear you moan. It confirms to me that I’m doing a good job.” We both have big grins on our faces. We stop at my apartment on the way to Adam’s place. After getting back in the car, it’s not long before we turn into a residential area off the main street. The street narrows and there are large homes on both sides. We pull into a driveway of a very nice house. He runs over to open my door and extends his hand and I hold it and step out of the car. It’s a beautiful home, large as I expected, very tasteful and modern. The house has huge windows, wood and black accents. It’s a look that I really like.

  It is a nice warm evening. Adam takes me through a gate into a beautiful backyard retreat rather than the front door into the house. There is a large tiered deck and green area that backs onto a beautiful pond. I gasp when I see the pond. What are the chances? I collect myself and say, “Wow, this is gorgeous Adam. I can see why you like it here so much.” The privacy fences around the property are covered with very tall, well-groomed hedges so you feel like you’re in a garden retreat or even a park, it’s so large. It’s completely private except for the pond, which has nothing on the other side of it. “I’m glad you think so. It’s serene that’s for sure and very private. You know I like that.” He is standing behind me and wraps his arms around my waist as we just stare at the water. It’s a perfect moment. I turn to look at the rest of the yard. There’s a table set for two on the top level of the large two-tiered deck with a privacy wall on one side. There is a bottle of champagne being chilled in an ice bucket near the table and a bottle of red wine being aired on the table. There is no chef, no wait staff, and no housekeeper: just him and I. He puts his hand on the small of my back to escort me to the table. His mere touch sends a warm feeling through me. I sit down and watch him pop the cork. It makes me jump and we laugh. He pours two glasses of champagne.

  “Here’s to another wonderful weekend together, Violet,” he says as our glasses clink together.

  “Yes, to another wonderful and exciting weekend,” I repeat.

  “Do you want to see the house?”

  “Yes, big time.” If the outside is any indication of the inside, I will be floored for sure. We walk t
hrough tall floor to ceiling glass doors into a large kitchen where there is a cheese and fruit plate laid out ready for us to share on a massive island. We walk through the kitchen into a hallway. On one side, he shows me a formal living and dining room with a large leather sectional sofa that can easily sit twelve or more and a sleek walnut dining table set for twelve. The combination room is large with big windows. On the other side of the hallway there is a large family room with a wall-to-wall entertainment center, a fireplace, and a home office with a small library. There is hardwood flooring throughout. It’s stunning.

  Near the front door off the foyer he shows me the powder room with state of the art fixtures. He takes me downstairs, not upstairs. Down here is a gym, sauna, and a games room with a pool table, big screen TV, another fireplace, wet bar, and again lots of seating. There is also a wine cellar and a three-piece bathroom. I am amazed that this private man who has made it clear he will remain a bachelor by choice has so much entertaining space. Maybe his previous girlfriends have entertained here? As we go back up the stairs he puts his hand in the small of my back lightly touching my bum with his fingers. He turns me around on the stairs so we are facing each other. I am on the next step up so we are closer in height. He moves his hand from my lower back up to the nape of my neck and then his handsome face comes closer to mine and our lips touch. The electricity that runs through me causes me to lean into the body of this glorious man. His kiss is passionate, but not long. My head spins and my groin is on fire. He stops to look at me and then turns me around and gently pushes me up the stairs.

  Sitting back outside at the table, I wonder why we didn’t go upstairs to the bedrooms. I suspect that will come later. He is smiling at me. “Are you hungry?” he asks. I nod yes. He brings out the cheese plate and slices me some cheese and hands it to me. The level of intimacy we are sharing feels natural and comfortable.

  “You like the champagne?” he asks.

  “Yes, it’s very nice, thank you.”

  “Good, it goes well with the cheese, don’t you think?”

  “Yes, it’s yummy like you.” All this food and drink pairing is new to me. He seems to know a lot about wine, certainly I approve of his selections. The wine cellar downstairs was another hint.

  “You are very tasty yourself Violet, and I intend to taste a lot of you this weekend.” Oh, I look forward to that too. I watch Adam stand and go back inside. He turns on some music with a good beat. There are hidden speakers in the backyard. That’s cool. Adam comes out with two steaks and some vegetables. He is going to barbecue for me now. Who knew?

  “You cook?” I ask.

  He is taken aback by my comment. “Yes, I cook. You seem surprised.”

  “I am surprised. I expected your housekeeper to be here or to have something catered.”

  “Joyce only comes in three times a week to clean, do laundry, shop, and when I am in town she will leave dinner for me. We rarely ever see each other; it’s the perfect scenario for both of us. By the way, you make me sound so helpless.”

  “Sorry Mister Big Ass Lawyer, I didn’t mean to offend you.” The bubbles in the champagne have gone to my head so I’m feeling courageous in how I speak. He has to laugh as he puts the steaks on the hot grill. As he cooks, I watch his sexy hips move to the music. He’s in perfect time - this guy has rhythm! Okay, so maybe he is normal, but I just don’t think many people see this side of Adam Stone.

  He looks over at me. “You’re very funny with a drink or two in you. Feeling brave are you?”

  “I think so, just a little,” I laugh and watch him expertly cook the steaks and vegetables. There’s so much about Adam I want to learn and hopefully this weekend will provide lots of time for that. The steaks are perfect and the vegetables are grilled crispy, just how you want them to be. He serves me some red wine. I notice he pours me only half a glass and we begin to eat. “This is delicious,” I compliment him.

  “Still think I’m helpless?” he teases.

  “I never said you were helpless, I just made the assumption you had people to take care of your needs.”

  He grins at me. “Well I have you to take care of some of my needs.” A hot flash runs through me at the thought.

  “Yes you do, Adam,” I say in a sultry voice. I stand up and walk across to his side of the table. I want him badly. He pulls me down on his lap and unbuttons my shirt, exposing my breasts and stomach. He kisses the exposed parts of my breasts while rubbing my legs. I am getting hot sensations again. I grab his head of hair and moan as he kisses me. He reaches up inside the back of my shirt to undo my bra, but quickly realizes there is no clasp in the back. Without a second’s hesitation, his other hand snaps the front clasp between my breasts, releasing them for his inspection. He then carries me over to one of the patio sofas.

  “Violet, you have beautiful breasts. They are so perfectly round and full. Let’s see what I can do with these,” he croons with an evil grin. He reaches across my body, fondles my right breast with his left hand, and then buries his face in them. As he starts to suck on my nipple, a hot surge finds its way down to my vagina. My nipple is now fully erect and very hard; this is something new. He uses his tongue and mouth to do things to my breasts I could not have imagined. How is it possible that stimulation of my upper body could make me so wet in the lower parts?

  He sucks hard, his tongue flicking across my nipple. He squeezes my nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. This makes me moan. He rolls his tongue around and around and then bites it gently. Oh my, this feels so good. I moan again. He enjoys my response and takes my hard nipple between his lips and just firmly enough between his teeth that I shudder. There is just a hint of pain that makes the pleasure all that more enjoyable. Oh this feels so good, it’s pure heaven. I cry out. He moves to my other nipple and starts all over again. He flicks his tongue and sucks very hard. The tongue flicking is driving me crazy. Again, I don’t how he does this, but my lower region is full of passion and desire. As my moaning becomes louder and more pronounced I say to him, “Oh Adam, you’re driving me crazy!” He moves his arm down between my legs and presses against the front of me. This sends a jolt of pleasure right up even through my back.

  “Press yourself against me,” he commands. I do so and an electrifying hot surge of delight rips through me. This is very new. He continues sucking and playing with my breasts and I start pressing myself hard against his arm. He begins pushing his arm into me, which takes my pleasure to a higher level.

  “Oh, that feels good,” I manage to whisper, my eyes closed shut now. It’s not going to be long before I reach the point of no return. I reach down, grab his arm and help him apply more pressure. I feel stimulation at the top and bottom of my body and it’s amazing! I look up at the sky as my head flings back. I feel Adam’s tongue tormenting my nipples that are now so erect they feel like they are going to burst and his arm locked tightly between my thighs. I am feeling sensations everywhere now. How does he know how to do these things? Moments later, I succumb and explode in his lap, my body twitching as I release. “Oh, wow,” I manage to say. My head rests on Adam’s shoulder. I feel like I was running a marathon, my heart is racing so fast. After a short recovery period I think to myself, I now know what it feels like to come in my pants. “Adam, that was fantastic.”

  “Another door, Violet, another door opened. I’m glad you like what was behind it. There will be more to open. I promise.” I look at him in amazement, he seems to know how the female body ticks, and extremely well. We lean back on the patio sofa looking up at the stars and it’s so beautiful. Adam’s backyard really does feel like an escape or private park. The beautiful landscaping around us provides comfort that we can’t be seen. Looking around, I see there is a fireplace with another seating area further from the house. What a beautiful space. I can see Adam relaxing out here with a glass of wine after a hectic day with his friend, the Blackberry. I chuckle inside.

 
“I could sit with you like this forever. It’s so pretty and tranquil. Do you entertain out here often?”

  “Rarely, to be honest, I travel so much. I’m only really here on weekends and even some of those are cut short as you know.” I feel sad for him. I assumed his status meant all things were rosy for him, when in fact he works just like the rest of us - actually more than the rest. All of his efforts to achieve such beauty and he can’t even enjoy it as much as he wants to or should. I kiss him and touch his face with my hands. He squeezes me closer. This feels so right. We sip on wine and I feel relaxed and content.

  “Adam, do you want to get married some day? Don’t worry, I am not asking or suggesting we get married or anything like that. I’m just trying to understand you better.”

  “I wouldn’t normally answer that question Violet. All I can say is, it just isn’t in the cards for me. I’m sorry that I can’t say more than that. I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I really don’t. It’s just who I am.” A part of me wishes I hadn’t asked the question.

  “It’s getting late. Let’s go inside.” Adam gets up and takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. I adjust my clothes and begin to clear the table while he checks the BBQ. I place the dishes on the large kitchen island. I imagine it’s is a bright space during the day with lots of sun shining through the large glass sliding doors. The view would be outstanding from the inside. After rinsing the dishes, I load the dishwasher and look around. This is a gourmet kitchen for a man who clearly likes to cook. Wait; is he using a remote control to tint the large windowed doors? I find that modern and cool, he must’ve had this house built to his own specification. I ask him, “Did you buy this house or build it? The technical parts, straight lines, and masculinity make me think it was built just for you.”

  “You’re correct. There was a house here when I bought. It’s the private yard and pond that appealed to me the most. I had the house torn down and this one built.”