Solid Stone: Choices

by E. G. Patrick

  “To be honest, I didn’t want you to leave either.”

  “Really?” He seems surprised.

  “Yes, really.” I think for a moment, and then say, “I may have a proposal for you.”

  That grin is back. “I like proposals. What do you have in mind?”

  I look around us, the place is filling up quickly, it’s well past six now. “I’d rather discuss it in private.”

  “My office is private and we can be there in five minutes.”

  “Okay.” He doesn’t argue when I pay the bill. We head back to Adam’s ‘Tower of Power’. He opens one of the double doors allowing me entry into his world. I sit down at the head of his meeting table. He goes into his kitchenette, coming back with two bottles of Perrier and two glasses. After he pours it for me I watch him walk to the other end of the table and sit down. We’re both seated at the head of table now. Confidence really is a wonderful thing!

  I rest my elbows on the table, making eye contact. “You said you didn’t want to leave on Saturday. Why was that?” Good, I got that in first. I’ve learned a lot from you Mr. Stone!

  “I could redirect, but I won’t. I’m guessing the same reason you didn’t want me to leave. Am I right?” Okay, so he’s stating the obvious. Fair enough.

  “Let’s just say, if you’d asked to stay, I would’ve said yes.”

  “It seems we have a small dilemma here. We’re just friends, right?”

  “We’re friends with history. There’s a difference, you said so yourself. “Special Friends” sounds more accurate to me.”

  He’s thinking, raising his glass to his sexy lips, and then nods yes. “So what are we going to do about it?”

  “What if we started Gia nights again?”

  “Whoa!” His eyes widen. “You’ve really surprised me Violet. I’m impressed by your candor, I really am. Is that what you really want?”

  “Yes, if you’re agreeable.”

  “It seems you’ve given this some thought, a happy medium. I always said you were smart. I think I like where you’re going with this.” He stands, taking off his jacket. His white shirt clings to a muscular chest, broad shoulders and fabulous biceps! My juices start to flow. “Shall we discuss terms?” He smirks.

  “I was thinking Saturday’s like before—we’d be exclusive of course.”

  “Sounds reasonable, but are you sure you’re okay with an arrangement like that? I don’t want you telling me to get lost, especially since our friendship seems to be working so well. Have you thought about that?”

  “Yes, I have, a million times. My desires overwhelm me at times. Do I need to say any more?”

  “Okay, I’m in.” He laughs under his breath. “Do you remember when I told you I wanted to fuck you in here?” He presses a button and I watch the office windows become opaque.

  My heart starts doing jumping jacks. “I do.”

  “Good, please get undressed, but leave your panties on.” He sounds very masterful. The jumping jacks increase two-fold as my heart pounds even harder. I begin to undress. When I look up, he’s shirtless and standing tall and proud like the ultimate man he is! My mouth waters, making me swallow hard. He openly scans my body. “Get on the table on all fours.”

  I look at him quizzically, he raises an eyebrow. “You started this, remember?” He places a hand on his sexy hip. I get up on the table on all fours, my hair falls around my face. “Now, crawl to this end of the table, I want that beautiful mouth.” My groin flares up to ceiling height as I begin my journey, crawling across the table to Master Adam. Our eyes are locked along the way, sending numerous shivers through my entire body. When I reach him my eyes rest on the bulge in his pants. His voice startles me. “Look up into my eyes and tell me what your purpose is?” His eyes are hungry when I look into them.

  “To please you Master.” His hand strokes my head like a kitten. I’m getting misty down there!

  “Let me free, sexy.” His voice croons so beautifully. I undo his belt and slowly lower the zipper, I slide his pants down over his sexy hips. His cock thuds against my face, and it’s framed by a six pack of muscular greatness. I look up, using my eyes to ask for permission. He nods. I greedily wrap my lips around him starting at the top, just sucking the tip. I swirl my tongue around it, his cock expands in my mouth and I moan over it. He holds my head; he wants all in. I open wide sliding my mouth down his cock—all the way down and back up again.

  He gently rocks his hips just enough to reach the back of my throat. I suck hungrily to please him. My eyes closed, I can feel his sexy hips shifting back and forth. He picks up the pace, moving faster, gripping my head more firmly, more forcefully. He fucks my mouth harder as my body adjusts to his rhythm. I suck harder, his cock pulses, he’s close. “Every drop, Gia.” Salty liquid fills my mouth, his hips move until every drop is swallowed. My core is ready to explode now. He strokes my head and croons, “Good girl. Your mouth is magical.”

  He sweeps me up in his arms, kisses my lips and takes me over to his desk. It’s pristine and neat, like the rest of his office. He rests me on the desktop, sliding me into the middle of it. “Lie back,” he says. The wood is smooth against my back. He slides my panties partway down my thighs and I groan. He commands, “Lift your legs up and lock your arms under your knees.” My thighs rise up in the air, I wrap my arms under them, and before I know it, he swiftly binds my wrists with my own lace panties. Original, that’s Adam! I need him, I want him so much. “I can see into your very core now, Gia.” He sounds salacious as his eyes cast down between my thighs.

  He slides a finger in me and when he wiggles it. The flame he started burns all the way through me, it singes. “Ahhh,” I moan. My eyes close as I enjoy his deep exploration. I can hear my wetness—it’s slick and becomes more pronounced when he wiggles his finger faster, making musical notes taking me two, no three octaves higher. The wetness sings to me, I moan again as the pleasure escalates. Opening my eyes, he’s watching me holding the note, taunting me, teasing me, and driving me fucking crazy.

  He slides his finger to my aching clit, pressing just enough to take me close, but not close enough. He dips his finger back in and then swirls my wetness around. Oh my! Yes, on my inner thigh, he’s signing his name with Violet Ink. I can feel his finger trace ‘A’ for Adam and then the slow swirl of the ‘S’ as he spells out Stone. His sultry voice says, “The deal is signed, you’re mine now.” My body quivers under his finger. I’m his, signed, sealed, and delivered.

  He finishes what he started as his finger finds my clit, he stimulates it to new heights reaching a scale of its own! The prodigal musician has returned, conducting hot sensations, blazing tones more powerful than before. The chorus vibrates long, longer, loud, and bold. My pussy begins to dance to his tune and then I cry out, “Ahhhh, Ohhhh.” I come, hard. Holding the note, my body spasms, my voice crackles, and then I lie still, reveling in his mark on my inner thigh, and I like it.

  He pulls me to the edge of his desk. “I can’t wait to be inside you. I want to feel every ridge, fill every inch of you.” I groan. I’m his to possess. He pushes his cock right to the very back and watches my face. My eyes open and close signaling I want more. He rocks his hips back and forth and he’s hard, rough, and fucking amazing! He pulls my head close, kissing me hard—just as hard as his cock.

  My appetite rises with each kiss, with each thrust, with such intensity. “Oh, Adam.” He moves faster and faster, his hips bounce off the back of my thighs. My legs are stable and supported by my two bound wrists beneath them. He’s fast and furious, and then the gates open, the crescendo unfolds, and I let go. “Ahhhh.”

  His cock pulsates. “Ohhhh,” he cries out. His body becomes still and we’re linked together, in exuberance, lost in a moment, perfect musical timing.

  He slowly pulls out, relieving my body of what he can only cure. He loosens my panties, sliding them up along my thighs.
He carefully lifts me off the desk and smiles. “I like these.” He’s looking at my panties.

  All I can say is, “You were amazing.”

  §

  We’re at the elevator now, dressed and composed. “Can I walk you home?” he asks.

  How can I say no? “Yes, I’d like that. How are you feeling?”

  He takes my laptop bag, resting the strap on his shoulder. “I’m not sure. I mean I’m totally fine with what we’ve agreed to. I just never thought you’d be open to,” he pauses, “an arrangement like that. You’re not as emotional as before, that must sound strange coming from me.”

  “Life’s lessons, I guess. I realize fairy tales don’t exist. They’re a figment of our imagination, or at least my imagination.”

  His demeanor changes, he sounds melancholy. “I hope you’re not changing too much. Your good nature makes you who you are, don’t change that. You’re untainted and honest.”

  “I’ve accepted the real world, that’s all.” I’m firm.

  He’s not going there and asks, “Can we meet on Saturday then when I get back?”

  “How’s six?” My sensual excitement lifts my spirit.

  “That should work, I’m back Saturday morning. I look forward to planning an evening for us.”

  “Good, impress me like you always do. You’re a master planner after all.” We both smile to ourselves.

  We’re at the loft now. He hands me my laptop bag and kisses me on the cheek, like friends do. The glass security door clicks shut behind me. I ponder over his question about how I’ve changed. It’s best for everyone, especially me.

  Chapter 14

  “Violet”

  In the candy aisle, strumming my fingers on the handle of the grocery cart, I debate whether to buy a chocolate bar or not. I reach for a big Cadbury bar and pull my hand back. My hand thinks for itself as it grabs the chocolate bar and places it between a cucumber and a bag of tomatoes. That makes me feel better as I continue down the aisle.

  “Hi, it’s Violet, isn’t it?” When I turn, I come face-to-face with Emilia, one of Adam’s exes who cornered me in the club bathroom when we were first dating.

  I don’t hide my surprise and pretend I don’t remember her name. “Hi, that’s right.” She looks me up and down and gets to Adam right away.

  “How are you and Adam doing? It’s Emilia, remember?”

  “Oh right, I thought you looked vaguely familiar. We’re great thanks.” I just had to say that!

  “That’s good. Do you live around here?”

  “Not too far.” I’ve no intention of hinting at where I live. I scan her trolley, there’s no chocolate in sight. “Well, I should go.” I push my cart forward.

  She reaches for my arm, which I pull away. She says, “Sorry, I was just going to say I hope things work out for you two.”

  “Thanks.” I quickly move down the aisle feeling uncomfortable, while looking back to check that she’s not following me as I make my way to the cashier. With two shopping bags in hand, I head home, looking back when I reach the end of each block.

  §

  “What the hell?” I’m still half asleep as the buzzer goes. Shit it’s 5:30 in the morning. Jumping up, I grab the intercom phone sounding sharp. “Hello.” There’s no response, just breathing. I hang up abruptly, thinking there must be something wrong with the intercom. I try again, just in case. “Hello,” and still there’s no response, just breathing. I hang up feeling uneasy this time. The buzzer goes off five times in a row, scaring the hell out of me. I run to the spare bedroom at the front of the loft and peak through the curtain, but there’s no one there.

  Back in my bedroom I sit on the edge of the bed. Maybe it was some kids clowning around on the way to an early practice? The intercom’s on the exterior of the building, so anyone can buzz. I’m wound up so I start getting ready for work.

  §

  I’m surprised to find Paul in the office; it’s Friday so he must be home for the weekend. I stick my head into his office, “Good morning, I wasn’t expecting you today. I’ve missed having you around.”

  He gives me a warm smile. “Good morning, sorry, it was a last minute decision to fly in last night. I have to take care of a few things before I move back. It’s great seeing you Violet, it always is.”

  “Oh no problem. Do you need help with anything?”

  “Not right now, but I have left a couple of files on your desk.” I nod and just before I leave he says, “It feels good to be back.”

  I smile. “I felt the same, way and I’ll take care of those files now.” Back at my desk I review two agreements and send in my billings for the week.

  I eat lunch at my desk in case Paul needs anything. Rifling through one of Paul’s legal magazines is a picture of Adam looking fabulous in his navy suit. The article is about Laurier & Stone’s huge growth spurt and how they plan to grow the firm even more. It makes me think of the merger he mentioned.

  After reading the article and thinking of him, I check my personal email, and I’m pleasantly surprised to find one from Adam.

  From: Adam Stone

  To: Violet Cole

  Subject: Tomorrow night

  Gia,

  I’m looking forward to spending tomorrow evening with you, and once again exploring our boundaries together.

  Later today I’ll send you another email that will require your attention. I’ll send you a text message when I send it.

  I hope you’re as excited about our arrangement as I am. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since YOU proposed it.

  Thank you so much!

  M. Adam

  I know what he’s capable of, vast amounts of pleasure, some pain, and vast amounts of more pleasure. I squeeze my legs together in anticipation and can’t wait for this day to be over, taking me closer to Saturday night.

  Chapter 15

  “Adam”

  I can’t concentrate. I push my chair back from my desk, getting tired of staring at my computer screen. She’s on my mind constantly. I can’t seem to refuse her—maybe it’s because she wants me as much as I want her. That’s good right? I say out loud.

  My brain says, No idiot, because your feelings are still in play. I warned myself to keep us as casual friends, keep a slight distance, be cool, and only check in once in a while. To take care of her from a distance, and that’s all.

  I close my eyes, imagining her from head to toe. She’s soft, beautiful, sexy, and curvy. My cock gets hard. My mind’s free to remember what we’ve done, how we’ve done it, what I still want to do to her. She opened a door I can’t seem to close.

  It’s time to send the email I promised.

  From: Adam Stone

  To: Violet Cole

  Subject: CHOICES

  Gia,

  I’m a kind and generous Master, so I’m going to give you a say in what we do when we’re together.

  Here are three choices, choose the one you want and we’ll play it out to the fullest.

  1. High Heels

  2. Circus

  3. Stop Watch

  Remember your purpose!

  Master Adam

  Chapter 16

  “Violet”

  I’m clock watching—two hours to go. His email incessantly plays on my mind like a record. My choice is “Circus Act.” I try to imagine what that might be, he’s funny, but not in a clownish way. I screw up my face when I think of a clown, or worse, a red nose. No, he wouldn’t, would he? I’m left sitting with my fingers curled together still wondering, still clock watching, awaiting the arrival of Master Adam.

  §

  Adam’s here dressed in all black with a bag in his hand. He looks sexy as hell, making me catch my breath as I admire him. It’s different this time, just sex, fun, and games.

  “Hi,” I say still taking him in.

  “Hi.” He
pulls me into him, wasting no time. My nipples stand to attention pressing firmly against my bra when he kisses me; they’re rock hard. It’s a powerful kiss, no, a demanding kiss, setting the tone for what’s to come. When he’s finished he gently pushes me backward. “Please get undressed, I’ll call for you when I’m ready.”

  “Everything?”

  “Yes, everything.” His eyes appear stern as he moves past me.

  Undressed and feeling very vulnerable, I hear him call. When I’m upstairs, I see his muscular frame and it accelerates my desires instantly. I kneel and wait.

  “What is your purpose Gia?”

  His hand lifts my chin upward forcing our eyes together. “To please you, Master.” The sexual tension grows in the room, I can feel it.

  “Good girl. Your choice was “Circus Act,” right?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Music plays. “Elastic Heart,” the beat is heavy, the musical interlude is thought provoking. “Stand.” He helps me up. My heart pumps at record speed as I get closer to discovering what circus really means. He expertly begins to wrap silk around my body. There’s a long braided part that rests along the length of my spine. My wrists are bound.

  “Put your arms straight up,” he whispers. He moves around me carefully, concentrating on his artful work, using the silk in a continuous motion. He wraps it underneath me and then around my legs. He gently pushes me down on the bed, the braided part keeps me perfectly straight. His vision comes to life as my body is slowly hoisted upward like one of his sails. His muscles flex with each motion. Soon, I am vertically suspended in the air.

  How can something so soft be so strong? My body securely floats in the air. The metal beams are close enough to touch if I tried. My body hovers over the bed, and using just one finger, he makes me spin, admiring his work from every angle. This acrobatic affect tantalizes me, my heart pumps even faster, like a fist banging on my insides.

  His sultry voice cuts the silence in the room. “You look very, very, sexy like this.” He’s standing on the bed bringing himself closer to me. A quick kiss is followed by another spin so I can see myself in the mirror. I’m artfully suspended, my body erotically twined in red silk. “Take a look at yourself,” he croons while stroking the dangling part of my hair that hangs over the bed. My temperature escalates as I see how easily I hang there, elegant, light, in seamless suspension. The red silk artfully placed against my skin is beautiful and erotic at the same time. This makes me want him more, all of him, every single inch connected to me.