Solid Stone: Revolving Door

by E. G. Patrick

  “I’ll probably just slow you down. It’s likely better if I start on my own first.”

  “Whatever you’re most comfortable with. Just don’t go out alone when it’s dark.” He comes across protectively all of a sudden.

  “I’ll add that to my ‘to do’ list.” He pulls me into him and smacks my bum, which sends a warm sensation ringing through me. I compose myself and continue our conversation.

  “Okay and if I do, it will only be during the day.”

  “Good,” he says, looking very satisfied with my willingness to follow his request. I take a selfie of the two us with the lake behind us. We’re both smiling and Adam has his arm wrapped tight around my shoulders. It’s a nice picture. We continue to walk and I change the subject.

  “What are you working on that requires you to travel so much? I don’t need specifics, as I know a lot of what you do is confidential. Like I said before, I’m just interested in what you do.”

  “I really don’t do as much legal work as I used to. I only get involved in the larger, more complicated matters like the bank merger we were involved in. Some CEO contracts and in those cases it’s at the request of the CEO themselves that I get involved. In some instances, I help with exit contracts as well. They can be very complicated given the emotional circumstances that can come into play. I don’t get involved, of course, if the company is a client of mine. The traveling is more in line with running the firm like a business. I spend time with the different teams, meeting clients, and doing business reviews.”

  “So you are really the CEO then, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I suppose so, although I do enjoy getting involved with some of the larger projects and practicing law. And what made you study history before becoming a paralegal?” he changes the subject seamlessly.

  “Yes, me, the history major. I believe we can learn how to not repeat mistakes in the future if we know the past.” I smile up at him.

  “That’s a good perspective, learning from your mistakes. What were your long term plans as a history major, teaching?”

  “Actually, I really hadn’t thought it through properly, but I did like how law impacted and affected history. That wasn’t the driving reason I became a paralegal though. Finding a job with a history degree is not easy. I became a paralegal to make a living, honestly. But I really like it, and it led me to you. I’m thankful Paul hired me with no work experience.”

  “Yes, he saw how smart you are and willing to learn.” He stops and kisses me passionately. He continues, “I also saw those qualities in you after we met.”

  “Did you know you would be dating me too?”

  “Yes, I knew right when we were officially introduced. I could see in your eyes that you were mortified when I walked in the room. I found it amusing and it confirmed to me you were interested. Your body language said it all. I was impressed though by how you managed to keep your composure. Anyway, I was just ending a relationship at the time so I had to wait a bit.”

  “Really, you knew all that? Even I didn’t want to admit to myself what I felt about you because I didn’t think I had a chance. I really was mortified, and hoped Paul would skip my introduction. I wanted to crawl under the table the minute you walked in after the revolving door incident. You really wanted to date me back then? You seemed so stern when I released you from the door that day despite my apology.”

  “The door suddenly stopping startled me! I had been deep in thought, so I may have appeared stern at the time. Yes, there was just something about you, very different from the women I normally pursue. I’ve certainly never had a virgin before, but I did tell you that. That alone is quite unique. I like to try new things. Besides, I always get what I want, you should know that by now.”

  “Yes, Mr. E.”

  “What does the E stand for?”

  “Ego,” I say dryly but with a smile.

  “You know what I’m saying is true. I wanted you and got you.”

  “Okay, E, whatever you say.” He is right. He had me from the get-go. It probably took me longer to accept his interest in me than it was for him to pursue me.

  “Are you challenging me? I should put you over my knee and remind you who is in control here.” The very thought of that is intriguing and perhaps it’s behind one of those of doors. Is he testing the waters?

  “Oh Mr. E, you’re in control when it comes to the bedroom, I know that.” I give him a big cheesy grin and he kisses me and lifts me up in the air and then puts me down.

  “Oh Violet, you know I control a lot more than the bedroom, but I’ll let you have that one for now.” He is grinning back at me. “Are you hungry? It’s past lunch time,” he asks, changing our topic of conversation.

  “Sure, what do you have in mind?”

  “Well there is place over there that makes great salads and sides.”

  “Okay, sounds good.” We walk hand in hand to the restaurant. It’s not crowded as the regular lunch crowd has gone. The waiter comes over with two glasses of water and smiles at both of us, but mostly me. I see Adam’s jaw clench and his left hand tighten.

  The waiter says, “I’ll give you a few minutes to look over the menu.”

  “That sounds great. Thanks,” I say as I smile at the waiter who is staring into my eyes, resting his hand on the back of my chair with a big smile on his face.

  It’s then when Adam says abruptly, “No need, she’ll have the green salad with salmon on the side and I will have the green salad with grilled shrimp on the side. Easy enough, isn’t it?” He’s looking right through the poor guy.

  “Sounds good,” the waiter says very politely, finally moving his eyes from me to Adam. He knows he won’t win a battle with Adam. Most wouldn’t, but why he is being so rude?

  “That was rude, Mr. E, don’t you think?”

  “Why? Is it because you want more time to flirt with the poor young waiter?” He’s an ass, I think. He just had to emphasize the word ‘poor.’

  “You’re being ridiculous,” I say out loud before it’s too late to change my mind. He doesn’t like that and his jaw clenches again. He doesn’t respond and instead takes out his Blackberry so he can ignore me by checking email instead. I sit quietly, also ignoring him. How many hostesses have I had to deal with drooling over him with his winning smile and charm? I certainly don’t behave like an ass. Our meals arrive rather quickly. I look up and thank the waiter still feeling bad about Adam’s curt behavior. We eat in silence when he tells me. “Do you want to go to the club again tonight?”

  “Sure,” I say still a little pissed at him.

  “Good.” He sends an email and within a few minutes tells me we have a reservation at 8 and will have dinner there as well. His jaw is still tense. His body hasn’t relaxed yet. His brooding face tells all. He says he isn’t into jealously, but how else do you describe this? Here is a rich powerful lawyer brooding over a young waiter who happened to smile at me too long. His lips still look terse even when he chews. So many thoughts go through my mind with every mouthful of food I eat. He speaks finally and is still curt. “Did you bring something to wear for tonight?”

  “Yes, I have black satin pants and a halter top, will that do?”

  “Yes, that will do,” he almost snaps. We finish eating. He leaves a generous tip on the table. At least he did that, I think. He must be trying to make peace with me now.

  He takes my hand and asks, “Want to walk some more or go back to my place?”

  “Would you mind if I took a nap? I feel tired. It was a late night last night.” He must remember waking me up at 3 for a quickie.

  “Yes, sure, I could do some work anyway.” I am still annoyed with him. We head back to the car and drive back to Adam’s house. I kiss him quickly on the cheek before I turn and run up the stairs.

  He follows me up the stairs and calls out, “That’s all I get?” He really is trying to lighte
n the mood. Oh Adam, I think, you are adorable when you want to be. I come back to him and kiss him with intent. Our lips connect and soon our tongues are dancing together. He wraps his arms around me and walks me into the bedroom. He begins to undress me, kissing me as we go along. I start to undress him. I want to feel him inside of me. All the tension and anger leaves my body. He pushes me back on the bed and says. “Put your arms above your head and clasp your hands together. I want to test your self-control Violet. If you move your hands, I’ll stop. Okay?”

  Test? My first thought is that he’s punishing me for my earlier outburst, but when I look up at him, I want him so much. I nod yes, quickly realizing I am lost in his enchantment again. He slides me further up the bed and lies down beside me. He whispers in my ear. “Close your eyes it will heighten your senses. Remember to breathe. It will help you.” So many instructions I think as I close my eyes and clasp my hands above my head. He begins to blow over my cheeks, my lips and then slowly down my neck. My body begins to tingle instantly. He circles around my neck and then down to each of my nipples, very slowly, very deliberately. His warm blowing breath feels like a summer breeze and sends delightful chills over me.

  “Oh, that feels good,” I moan. I could lie here for eternity, sensing his closeness to me, feeling his lips almost touching me, but they don’t. He is driving me insane. I want to grab his head and force his lips down on me so I can feel them, but I know if I do, he will stop this pleasurable torture. He senses my angst when he says with that sexy voice of his.

  “Remember on the phone, you said you would obey me. Be patient Babe, I will take you where you want to go. I promise.”

  “Okay,” I whisper as he continues his tortuous descent down my body.

  I can feel an intense energy emanating from his naked body and his breath. Both are very powerful. Just his warm blowing breath is taking me to the stars and back. How does he know these things? “Exceeds expectations” rolls through my mind as I moan, he is at my belly now. He gently blows around my navel, moving around and around it and then he slowly moves down. He forces my legs apart with his head and the power behind the act makes me moan again. “Ah!” I cry out. I can feel his warm breath over my sweet spot. How is this possible? My body is on fire and he hasn’t even touched me? He blows up and down over my vagina, stoking my burning fire. His face must be very close to it. I am at his mercy and he knows it. He moves down to the inside of my thigh giving me a slight reprieve, but not for long because his warm breath blows over my sweet spot again in circles this time. He changes the tempo causing more swells down there in every way possible. Sometimes his blowing is quick for a while and then slow and very deliberate. “Ah,” I cry out again. It’s insane, I am so close and the intensity is extreme.

  “Adam, I’m going to come!” I plead.

  “Be patient, Violet. I’m in control, just a little longer. Breathe.”

  I groan, “Yes, okay.” I have no choice I don’t want him to stop. I take a deep breath.

  He continues his erotic blowing over and over again. I moan as I begin to feel those familiar waves that I only feel with him. He continues blowing in circles and changing the tempo just enough around my highly stimulated clitoris, that is now begging to be released. He moves from it and then returns to it. He really is relentless. I can tell his face is very close to it and not knowing what to expect only takes me up a notch.

  He gives his permission, “Come for me Babe.”

  My senses are heightened with my eyes closed as his warm blowing breath suddenly begins to feel like an extension of his tongue. The frequent tempo change over my aroused clit is going to take me over the edge. I give in. I cry out as I feel my release starting to form. And then, the flames flicker brightly behind my closed eyelids as I moan so loudly giving into a powerful orgasm. My legs writhe, my body spasms, it’s so intense. I finally lay still and feel a sense of relief! It’s not long before Adam is on top of me. When his lips touch mine after what he’s just done, I moan, and realize my desire to feel them is a billion times greater than usual. I grab his head and press my lips hard against his and hope I don’t bruise them. I want him so badly.

  I open my eyes to find him looking down at me. He says, “You did well Babe, very well. I want to feel my cock in you now.” My body is his to possess. I want him to take me and he does when I feel his cock pushing deep inside of me. He kisses me passionately while his cock moves like an expert. He has one hand holding my arms above my head and his other hand is under my bum and when he lifts my bum slightly, it changes the angle of his cock inside of me. It feels out of this world fantastic. I moan. I open my eyes and his eyes lock on mine.

  “Oh Adam, I can’t believe what you do to me.” He seems to like that and begins to move faster in me.

  He is kissing me hard now. “I like being in you Violet. You were made for my cock.”

  “Yes, yes Adam I was.” He is proving it to me by thrusting deeper and faster. This won’t last long. We both need to come soon to ease the tension between us. He continues to move swiftly in me and I am keeping time with him. My hips rise to match each of his thrusts. We are so hungry for one another and the feelings are so intense. He pushes harder and harder. He slows down and looks into my eyes. He pulls out and then pushes himself back inside of me and it feels amazing. He does this a few times and then without warning plunges deep and hard in me. I moan so loud, I can’t help it. My legs clench it feels so good. I am going to come again. I can feel the build-up running from my belly down to where it needs to be released. I cry out loudly and give into my rising climax. Adam doesn’t stop, which prolongs mine. He just smiles down at me achieving his goal of showing me who is in control and yes, it is him. It still feels good as he continues to move in and out of me. He leans down, he is getting close, and I can see his face change. In moments, Adam moans loudly as he reaches orgasm. It’s amazing to watch and keeps me aroused. There is something about makeup sex that takes it up a level. I thought it was only in books, but it’s true. Adam gets up from the bed and goes into the bathroom. I adjust myself more comfortably on the bed so when he comes back I’m under the covers looking up at him.

  I have to tell him, “Adam, what you did to me. It was amazing.”

  “It’s another door Babe. You did really well too. I’ll wake you around 5:30. We should leave here at around 7:30, okay?”

  “Okay, that sounds good. Thank you for your services.” Adam walks to my side of the bed and kisses the top of my head.

  “You’re welcome and I expect your first payment tonight.” He walks out the door and closes it behind him. I fall into a deep sleep and feel very content.

  It’s still light when Adam wakes me. He has a glass of wine in one hand and water in the other. How thoughtful, he’s not sure which one I prefer. I actually want both. “Thank you. What time is it?”

  “It’s almost 6,” he says softly. I can tell he has already showered. His hair is damp. I must’ve been out cold as I didn’t even hear him. He has on navy slim fitting dress pants and a white shirt still undone. He looks delicious. I don’t have time to entice him as I need to shower myself. I get out of the bed, still naked from his last assault. He smacks my bum as I run past him to the bathroom. I like it a lot when he does that, I grin to myself.

  After my shower, I get dressed in my black satin pants, high heel sandals, and burgundy and black patterned halter top. My breasts look full; I purchased a great halter bra at the same time I bought the top knowing its effect. Finished with my makeup, I run the blow dryer through my hair to add some volume and then head downstairs to find Adam in the kitchen. I hear Nickelback playing in the background as he turns with a glass of wine in his hand. His expression on his face tells me he approves of my appearance. He makes me feel sexy too. “You look gorgeous, Babe. I am so proud to have you on my arm tonight.”

  “Thank you. You look pretty hot yourself.” I walk over and kiss him on his lips.<
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  He gently pushes me away and says, “If you start that we’ll be late, and Frank is already outside waiting for us.” He grins and then reaches for his jacket. He turns off the stereo system with a press of a button. I pick up my shawl and purse as we head to the door. Frank is waiting outside holding the sedan door open for us. I slide in and Adam slides in beside me grabbing my bum on the way. I look back and he has a sinister grin on his face. I am his, all his and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  We arrive at the club just after 8. It’s a different hostess that greets us this time, but it’s the same guy in the black suit that escorts us up in the elevator. We are taken to the same table we had last time, which is perfect. Adam orders a bottle of red wine from memory as the waiter gives us two menus, while an assistant waiter puts a napkin on each of our laps. The waiter comes back with our wine and decants it once Adam approves. We place our order. I am having beef and Adam is having chicken. We’ve decided to share an appetizer platter. It’s not long before we are sipping wine.

  “This wine is very nice. You know your wines, Adam. Are you a connoisseur?”

  “Not really, but I know what I like and it seems we both like the fuller bodied red wines. We seem to have a few things in common, especially sex and wine. Two very good things, I think.”

  “Yes I agree. I didn’t realize how much I like both until I met you.” I smile up at him and he takes my hand. “So when does the band come on?”

  “Around 10 I think. We can leave if we don’t like it. I told Frank to go home as I wasn’t sure how long we’d be.” He takes another sip of wine and then says quite confidently, “I’m looking forward to dancing with you again.”

  “Is that why you brought us back here?”

  “Yes, it was fun and you dance very well.” He’s always so full of compliments for me. He makes me feel so good about myself. I have come a long way from the girl looking in the mirror a few months ago. Even I have noticed the transformation and welcome it. I walk with intent, I stand up straight, and my appearance is well groomed and put together now. It’s because of him that I even attempted to make these changes. I wanted to prove to myself that I could be someone he would want to go out with. The waiter comes back with a plate of assorted appetizers. The stuffed mushroom caps are delicious.