Bed of Thornes (Bed of Thornes Trilogy Book 1) (17 page)

“
V
eronica
, I don't know what I'm doing with any of this.” Adrian's eyes are wide.

I chuckle. “I've told you before, I don't mind teaching you, that's all part of the fun. Showing you a new level of pleasure. Come over here.”

I lead him to the dresser and open each drawer slowly, pulling out what toys I want to use as I go. I glance at his face, he looks pale compared to his normal complexion. I don't want to scare the boy. I close the drawers, holding a leather flogger and a ball gag in my right hand. I asked him his limits before, I wonder if he's reconsidering them now. I walk over to the table that's in the center of the room. The mahogany wood glimmers between my shadows as I walk past.

“Come.” I tell him and he walks over to meet me where I stand. I put the ball into his mouth and strap it around his head. “I'm going to show you what you're going to do to me, then you can take over. Get onto all fours on the table. Don't worry, baby, I won't hurt you.” I smile behind him.

I take the flogger in my hand and tease his back with the tips of it, running it gently over his skin. He squirms a bit, tenses up as I lead to his ass. The fringe flows over his ass and I bring it back up, snapping it just enough to make him jump. Again, I run the ends of the fringe over his skin, snapping it against his ass harder this time. I see his dick harden under him, and my pussy begins to swell. I strike the flogger against his ass once more, making him moan loudly but muffled from the gag. His balls tighten. My turn.

I grab him by the arm to pull him upwards and take the ball gag off of him. I put the ball into my mouth, holding onto the straps of it and turning to have him fasten them together behind my head. I kneel onto the table, the wood is cold but inviting in a seductive way. I turn to hand him the flogger, then get onto all fours, pushing my ass into the air. He begins to run the flogger across my skin, the tingling sensation rushes through my body. He teases me, allowing the ends of the fringe to touch every inch of me. Bringing it back towards my ass, I can tell he pulls it back. It connects with my ass in a swift snap. I moan and push my ass back up further, asking for more.

After a few more strikes of the flogger, my skin stings and my pussy is wet from the pleasurable pain he has inflicted upon me. I take the ball out so I can tell him to get inside me from behind. He slides in and starts fucking me as hard as he can, my tits bouncing fiercely below me, my nipples touching the cold wood of the table. I'm not done with him yet. It feels so good, but I pull away and get up from the table. I walk over to get some ties, a blindfold, and a cock ring. I push him to a lying position, so he's flat on his back. I roll the cock ring onto his erection and tie his hands together.

“Get on your knees.” I demand him.

He obeys, getting into a kneeling position. His cock so hard that I can see every vein popping through his beautiful caramel shaft. The head bulging. He's breathing fast from the climax he was reaching while he was fucking me. I plan to finish him off with an extreme orgasm.

“You want to come?” I ask him, whip in hand.

He nods.

“I can't hear you. Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to come.”

“Ask me nicely, ask me to make you come.”

“Please, please make me come.”

“I don't believe you... beg me... or I'll leave you like this.”

“Please, Veronica, I need you to make me come. I want to so bad, please make me come.”

I walk behind him and snap the whip against his ass.

“You don't want to come.” I tease.

“Yes, I want to come. Please, please make me come.” He whimpers. I can hear the ache to release in his voice.

I walk back in front of him and trail the fringe of the whip down his chest and over his hard cock. I set it aside, put the blindfold over his eyes and get onto my knees in front of him, reaching my hands down to his dick. I start stroking his shaft, playing with his head in between each stroke. His hands tied, he tries to reach for me, but he can't touch me. I make him spread his legs open wider and I slide down to lie underneath him. My face, under his tight balls and rock hard cock, I begin licking and sucking him as I play with my clit.

He moans and breathes heavily. I play with the cock ring, his balls tighten to the max. I milk his cock with my hands as he thrusts forward and back with each stroke. His body twitches and jerks above me. He lets out a loud moan and he lets out an explosion of come, the sight of it sets my climax off and I come along with him, my pussy snapping and throbbing from the intense orgasm. He continues to twitch and groan, I watch his balls pulsate from the release.

I scoot out from under him and sit up. My pussy touching the cold wood, sending a chill through me that makes my swollen pussy lips tingle with delight. I remove the blindfold from his eyes, he's panting from the high of pleasure. I take the ties off from his wrists and his body goes limp on the table, sending him into a sitting position.

“That was incredible, Veronica. I have never come as hard as I did just now.”

I smile at him and lean forward to kiss his full, quivering lips as he breathes. “I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I came pretty wickedly too, watching you come.” I wink at him.

“So hot, I can't believe what I've been missing all of my life.”

“Just imagine, that's not the only thing we can do in this room. The possibilities are endless. Something new to try every time, keeps things from being vanilla.”

“Vanilla?” He asks with one eyebrow raised. He stands up to stretch his body.

“Yeah, you know, plain. I don't do boring sex, I told you, and I meant it.”

“You're not kidding. That was far from Vanilla.” He chuckles and I join in.

“You hungry?” I ask him. He looks shocked that I can simply go back to normal after such a sexual event.

He gives a crooked smile. “Yeah.” He says as he nods.

“Let's order some Chinese.” I walk out the door and he follows close behind, leading down the stairs and into the living room.

He smacks me on the ass when I bend down to get my phone. I turn around to face him and he gives me a wink.

Yeah... this is definitely just what I need in my life.

T
he
sun comes in from the windows. I sit up from my sleep and look around, the wine glasses and empty Chinese boxes are sitting on the coffee table. I turn to see Adrian sprawled out on the couch beside me. He's lying there, just his jeans on, his chest bare and heaving from his breathing. Shit, he got to stay this time. It's not so bad I suppose, as long as he doesn't make a habit of it. He's so fucking sexy though, I can't be mad that he's still here for me to look at. Wonder if he's ready for more, I love morning sex, it's not something I've had a lot of.

I smile when I think of the conversation we had while eating last night. I told him about wanting to paint him, he agreed to it and I'm really looking forward to that play date. I know it will turn into more than me painting. I smile wider at the thought. He's in for a lot of fun if he thought last night was good. I stand up and pull my robe around me when I hear my phone ringing. I dig in the couch and find it, answering before the ring wakes Adrian.

“Hello?” I have no clue who it is, the number is private.

“Ms. Thorne. This is Mrs. Stine from Dr. Clayton's office, he wanted me to call and see if you would like to set up a time to have lunch this week.”

The voice of the woman is robotic and professional. I pause at the sudden question, unaware of the possibility that he would have someone call to set up a meet between us.

“May I ask what this lunch is concerning?” I ask, still unsure of what my response should be.

“He wants to go over the project that he has requested. He mentioned that it is due soon, and considering your recent accident, he wanted to be sure you were still up to it.”

“I have full intentions on completing all of the projects due, including his. Are you sure we need to have lunch to discuss this?”

“That's not up to me, ma'am, I was just asked to set up a day and time. If you would like, you can call the office after one o'clock to speak with him personally.”

I decided to go ahead and meet with him. I need to figure things out in person.

“Set it up for tomorrow at twelve, please. We can meet at the diner down the street from his office.”

“Will do. Thank you. Have a nice day, Ms. Thorne.”

“Same to you.”

I hang up and walk back into the living room, Adrian is still sound asleep. I didn't expect that call, but I'm glad I'm finally going to get things straight with Mr. Clayton. I really can't have someone gaining romantic interest in me, especially someone I have no type of feelings for in that way. Adrian starts to move around, his eyes begin to peek open. He opens them fully and looks at me with a big smile.

“Good morning.” He sits up and stretches out his body.

“Good morning. Sleep well?” I ask him as I walk over to sit down next to him.

“Yes, very well for sleeping on a couch.”

“Great sex equals nice sleep. I slept deep, didn't even realize you were here until I woke up this morning to be honest.”

“Well I'm glad I didn't disturb your rest.” He chuckles.

“I think we both needed that, we must have crashed after staying up talking all night.”

His smile grows bigger. “It was nice for sure.”

“Well I was thinking of waking you with some more fun, but I changed my mind... figured you could use a break for now.” I wink at him.

He laughs. “Maybe, but I wouldn't have turned it down.” He winks back. It's tempting.

“So, I wasn't planning to go into work today... but I think I should finish up what I can. I don't have much more to get done, it would be great to get it all completed today if possible.”

“Yeah, you should do that. I hope you can get it all done too. Then maybe you'll have a little more free time for a while.” He gives me a sexy smile. “I have to go back to rehearse in about an hour or two anyway, so it's cool.”

“Okay... hey... I was wondering, what are you doing this weekend?”

“That's when my headlining shows are... on Friday and Saturday. You are invited, you already know that.”

“Oh...” I look down.

“Why? What's up?” He puts his finger under my chin and lifts my head up.

“It's my birthday weekend. Jenna is most likely planning something for it. Was just going to invite you if you weren't busy... which apparently you are, no biggie though... I'm not really looking forward to celebrating this year anyway.” I give a half smile.

“Oh, damn, I'm sorry. Can you convince Jenna to come to my shows as part of the celebration? We can always hang out after the shows, too. Unless you don't like that idea.”

“No, it's cool. I'll see what she says about it. There's no telling what she's been planning.”

“We'll get it figured out.” He reassures me.

I get to the studio and work into the night. When I finally make it home, I'm literally exhausted. I grab my phone to text Adrian, and drift off to sleep before I hit send. It's almost ten in the morning when I wake up. I have to meet Mr. Clayton in two hours. I get up to shower and get dressed. By the time I'm heading out of the door, I have an hour to be there, it's on the opposite side of town and it's the lunch rush. I make it there with ten minutes to spare. I find Mr. Clayton already seated and tell a waitress I'm here to meet with him. She walks me over and hands me a menu after taking my drink order.

“Mr. Clayton.” I greet him, my eyes not wanting to connect with his.

“Ms. Thorne. Thank you for meeting with me today. How are you feeling?”

“I'm great, thank you.”

“That's great.” He says with a smile. “No complications since the accident?”

“Nope, everything has been good. Including my car.”

“Ah, yes.” He says with a complicated look on his face that I can't figure out.

“You really shouldn't have done that, Mr. Clayton, it's too much.”

“I know I didn't have to Veronica, but I wanted to, and please, call me Richard.”

First name basis? No, thank you. We're not on that level.