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“After all,” adds Adam silkily. “You broke the rules didn’t you?”

He slides his hand slowly along the length of my body, until it’s resting on my behind. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Adam locks his eyes with mine. His hand is resting lightly on my behind. It feels red hot.

“Now,” he says slowly. “You’re going to discover the consequences of disobedience.”

He raises his hand, and brings it down with a sharp slap.

I jolt, partly in shock. But – I can’t deny it – lust has ricocheted through me along with the slap.

Do it again!

The thought shocks me.

My lips part slightly, not knowing how to respond. I feel held in a trance of desire. Like I’m in thick treacle. And the terrible truth is, what I want now, more than anything, is him.

“You see Summer,” whispers Adam bringing his face close to mine. “I think you might like a little discipline after all.”

I swallow again, no longer trying to fight the surge of feeling coursing through me.

This is so fucking hot.

“First,” he says slowly, drawing out the word, “you’re going to take off that dress.”

I hesitate, and then take hold of the hem.

Adam steps back.

“Slowly,” he orders. “Make a show for me. This is your punishment, remember?”

How could I forget?

I slowly inch down the zip of the dress, feeling as though I’m in some kind of dream.

Adam nods approvingly.

“Very nice,” he murmurs.

The dress passes over my head, temporarily blocking Adam from my view.

When I see him again his eyes are dark with lust.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Now walk over to the bed.”

This time I obey instantly. It’s like I’m in a trance. A lust-fuelled thrall to Adam Morgan’s will.

I pad over to the bed. In an instant, he’s at my shoulder. His hot breath on my neck sends shivers of anticipation down my spine.

“Kneel,” he whispers.

Slowly, I take off my shoes. Then I drop down, kneeling before the bed.

Adam is standing over me now.

“I think we’ll start,” he murmurs, “with a little spanking.”

Wait… He’s going to spank me?

I turn my head uncertainly.

“Don’t turn around unless I tell you too,” he orders.

I twist me head back quickly, chastened by his tone.

Then he gently bends me over the bed, so my ass is raised towards him.

I should feel undignified, offered to him like this. But the surges of longing are ruling out any rational sentiment.

He slides off my panties slowly, letting his fingertips brush lightly over my ass and thighs. I shudder beneath him.

My panties drop to the floor, and then his hands are back, caressing my naked buttocks.

It feels so good. A powerful urge rises up. I want him to take me right now. Over the bed.

But Adam has other ideas. I hear him removing his clothing. And then his hands are back to stroking, teasing.

“Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences?” he says softly, “to your disobedience?”

“I…”

I start to reply, but his hand strikes the supersensitive skin of my ass.

I gasp.

He’s actually spanking me!

This wasn’t how I expected it to feel at all. I know I should feel humiliated. But the truth is I want him to do it again.

His hands return to stroking, and my body is begging him to spank me.

There’s the briefest of pauses, and then his hand strikes. Not hard, but sharply enough to send a thrill through my entire body.

“I think you wanted me to punish you,” says Adam softly. His hand comes again. “Didn’t you?”

I don’t reply. My head is buried in the bed. My body is a riot of emotion. All I want is for him to be inside me.

“Please…” I beg, “I want you…”

The hand comes again, harder this time.

“You’ll get me,” says Adam, his voice dangerous. “But it’s going to be hard Summer. Are you ready for that?”

He has no idea how ready.

“Yes!” I blurt.

There’s a pause, and I hear the sound of a condom packet opening. Then he’s holding my ass with both hands, positioning my hips roughly.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” groans Adam, his hardness pressing in between my legs. He waits, dragging the moment out until I’m almost screaming with desire. And then he plunges forward, grabbing my ass to power himself deeper.

“Aaaahhh!” I let out a cry of sheer guttural lust as he drives inside of me. It
’s so raw and intense. Every stroke is like he’s striking the very heart of me.

He thrusts into me relentlessly building a rhythm. Then, just when I think I’m going to explode, he picks me up, and throws me onto the bed.

Before I know what’s happening he’s between my thighs, pushing my legs high over my head.

I’m laid on my back, totally open, exposed to him. My knees are by my ears, and his hands grip my thighs, forcing them back. Then he’s powering into me again, taking me deep.

I can see his face now, and I’m drinking in every inch of his handsome features as he moves hard into me. My hands move of their own accord, cupping his buttocks urgently, maximising his movements into me.

I throw back my head, my mouth open, panting for more of him. And he stops, deep inside me. My eyes seek out his.

“You look good with your mouth open,” he says. And suddenly he’s sliding out of me, kneeling over my face. Slowly, he slides away the condom.

Adam leans close, letting his erection touches my lips, and I gasp. The feeling of abandonment as he left my body has been replaced by a c
raving to have him in my mouth.

“You look like you want me deep,” he says.

I nod, not sure what I’m letting myself in for.

I do want that. But I’m also aware of the sheer logistics of having him in my mouth.

Adam is breathing heavily. He holds my head firmly in both hands, and slides himself over my lips.

Mmmmm.

I can taste the faint rubber of the condom. But there’s something else. Something which is distinctly, deliciously Adam.

I move my head forward, eager to take more of him. But he’s restraining me.

“Easy Summer,” he whispers. “We do this my way.”

Slowly, he slides himself forward, inch by inch, until his hardness threatens to overwhelm me. Just when I’m sure I can’t take any more, he adjusts his angle, and then he’s so deep in my mouth I’m completely full with him.

It’s so much, that the length of him is bordering on frightening. But it’s hot too. And just when he reaches my maximum, he pulls back slightly. And suddenly I want him back where he was. At my limit.

“Again?” he whispers.

Restrained as I am, by his hands, and my mouth full of him, I can only blink my response. But he understands immediately.

In the next second I’m full to my maximum with his hardness.

He moves back and forth again, groaning.

I move my tongue on him, relishing my power. At this moment he is totally mine. In thrall to m
y ability to pleasure him.

“Summer!” he gasps moving softly in my mouth, “you are so good at this.”

He groans again, and pulls carefully back.

My eyes deliver an injured expression. I wanted all of him. To feel him surrender everything to my mouth.

He shakes his head.

“Not yet,” he breathes. “You’re much too talented with your mouth Summer.”

His hands caress the sides of my body, as my eyes follow his erection, hoping he’ll relent.

Then his body moves down, and his mouth is between my legs.

“Only fair I return the favour,” he murmurs, adjusting my thighs for better access.

My world explodes in pleasure.

How can he know how do that?

My back arches, and it’s the most I can do not to scream aloud. His tongue makes fast circles over my clit, stopping occasionally
to make an expert little dip further down.

It’s too good.

My brain is giving up on words. I only know sensation.

“Not yet,” he breathes.

But I can hardly help myself. My body is exploding in an arc of hot pleasure. There’s no stopping it.

The mesmerising heat of Adam’s mouth is gone suddenly. I hear him roll on another condom. Then he’s back inside me.

To my erupting body, it feels as though his hardness has doubled in size. And I also hit the ceiling to feel him back there, thrusting hard into me.

“Now Summer,” he whispers. But there’s no need for him to tell me. The orgasm is already detonating i
n every part of my body.

“Aaaaahhhh!”

A small part of me registers that I’m screaming the place down. But it’s blanked out by the relentless pleasure burning through me.

“I can feel you,” groans Adam, “I’m going to come.”

He thrusts twice more, quick and deep, expanding the rippling waves of my orgasm. And then he groans aloud, shuddering into me.

I lie back, slightly stunned, as the ebb of sensations expand and contract in my body.

Adam is staring into my eyes, stroking my hair.

I feel like my soul is pouring into his gaze.

He’s looking at me, like I’m the most precious thing in existence.

“Did you like that?” he says finally.

My face opens into a smile.

“Couldn’t you guess?”

He laughs.

“You certainly
sounded
like you were enjoying it.”

“I was.”

I feel suddenly a little shy, remembering the spanking. And my urgency for him to fuck my mouth.

“Well, Summer Evans,” breathes Adam. “It looks like we’re discovering more and more of you.”

There’s a sudden knock at the door and we both freeze.

I look at Adam questioningly, but he looks just as confused as I do.

The knock comes again, louder this time.

“Mr Morgan?” says an uncertain voice.

I glance at him anxiously. Is something wrong?

Perhaps it’s just something that happens when you’re a celebrity. Maybe the hotel has a gift for him.

Adam hesitates, as though he’s contemplating ignoring the knock, but then it comes a third time. It sounds as though something really might be wrong.

With an apologetic smile, Adam slides out of me. He kisses my forehead gently, and then stands, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on quickly.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he calls.

I sit up in bed, wrapping myself in the sheets.

Adam opens the door slightly, standing to one side to shield me from view.

I can’t see who’s on the other side. But I can see that Adam’s expression has formed a question.

“Sorry to bother you Mr Morgan,” says a mortified sounding voice. “A guest reported that they heard loud noises from this room. I had to come check everything’s ok in here.”

I
duck lower into the sheets, scrunching a handful into my mouth to stop me from laughing out loud.

I see Adam’s body relax. His face form
s a smile.

“I see,” Adam says. “Well, there’s nothing to worry about I can assure you.” His voice adopts a mock-serious tone. “But always better to check these things,” he adds.

“Yes,” the voice on the other side is choked with embarrassment now. “Well. I’m so sorry to have disturbed you.”

I can almost picture the beet-red face behind the door.

“That’s not a problem at all,” Adam reassures him, pulling a banknote from his pocket, and passing it to an unseen hand on the other side. “You were only doing your job.”

“Th… Thank you sir,” stutters the voice. “I’ll see you’re not disturbed again.”

The door closes, and Adam turns to me, his face alight with amusement.

I’m still scrunched down in the sheet, caught between seeing the funny side, and acute embarrassment.

Adam slides back into bed with me, his dark eyebrows raised.

“It looks like we’ll have to find a soundproofed room, if I’m going to do that to you in future,” he observes, looking at me fondly.

“Don’t,” I say, partially covering my face with my hands. “That is so embarrassing.”

“No it isn’t,” says Adam. “It’s one of the things I love about fucking you. Hearing you scream. The louder the better.”

I smile slightly.

“So we’d better get somewhere with thick walls,” he grins. “Cause I plan on making you scream a lot more.”

 

Chapter
24

 

I wake the next morning in Adam’s arms, and the first thing I remember is it’s George’s actual birthday.

Is it too early to call
her?

Sleepily, I inch
out of Adam’s embrace. He murmurs in his sleep and his arms draw tighter. I smile to myself, settling back against his body for a moment, enjoying his warmth.

“Where you going?” he asks, sleep-drugged, into my ear.

“I need to check my phone,” I explain. “I want to wish George a happy birthday, but I don’t know what time it is.”

The truth is I’m still feeling a little guilty for leaving the party early. Even though George gave me the all
clear.

Adam begrudgingly lets me a little looser, and I slide out, and grab my phone from the bedside table.

The first thing I see is a message from George, sent at 1am last night. I click it open. The message is a gushing ‘thank you’ for the earrings, and Adam’s song.

I guess she’s not mad then.

I flick back to the main display, and see I have a few missed calls and a voicemail. I don’t recognise the number, and my heart lurches for a moment.

Then I remember.

Adam took care of Dez. You’re safe now.

Breathing out, I call my voicemail out of curiosity. Probably just a telesales call. But as I connect to my messages, I hear my sister’s voice, high and panicky.

Sam? She never calls me…

I guess she’s changed her number and not bothered to let me know. That would be typical of Sam.

I press the phone tight to my ear.

“Summer,” Sam is garbling, “you have to phone me. Ben is in hospital.”

Oh shit
. My stomach hits the floor.

I flick back to the main screen and dial the missed number with shaking fingers.

Adam sits up in bed beside me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, instantly zeroing in on my changed body language.

“It’s my sister,” I explain, as the call begins to ring. “My nephew is in hospital.”

“Are you ok? Is it serious?” Adam sits bolt upright in bed.

“I don’t know yet,” I say, the panic beginning to rise. “I…”

Suddenly the call connects and I hear Sam’s voice, thick with anxiety.

“Summer?” she says. “Did you get my message?”

“Yes,” I try to stay calm for her sake. “What’s going on Sam? Why is Ben in hospital?”

Sam makes a choking kind of gasp, and then speaks.

“Ben was playing on his little bike this morning. He accidentally steered onto the road, and a car came from nowhere.”

I feel my throat tighten.

“Is he ok?” I hear the desperation in my voice. My nephew is like sunshine. The idea of him being hurt is so painful I can hardly stand it.

Please tell me he’s ok…

I hear Sam swallow.

“He’s… He’s in some kind of coma Summer.”

No… No!

She takes a deep shuddering breath.

Sam’s next words sound like they’re underwater.

“He had a head injury. His brain swelled up. The doctors had to operate, and he… He… They don’t know if he’ll regain consciousness.”

I feel as though I’ve been hit around the head with something very heavy. I force myself to fight through the feeling. To stay strong for Sam.

“It will be ok Sam,” I manage.

I’m working hard to keep the tears from my voice. My poor sister. We haven’t been close for the past few years. But I can only imagine the hell she must be feeling. And I love my little nephew so much. I can’t bear to think of him injured. I won’t even let my mind stray to worse consequences.

“I’ll come right away,” I say, battling to stay calm. “Are you at the hospital now?”

Sam lets out a stifled sob.

“They made me go home whilst they did tests,” she says. “Mum and Dad are driving me back to him now.”

“Ok,” I say, mentally calculating how quickly I can get back home. “Is Ben at Bronglais Hospital?”

“Yeah,” she sounds relieved to know I’m on my way, which makes me feel very slightly less powerless.

There’s a pause.

“Wait, Summer,” she adds with a sniff. “Are you sure you should come? Don’t you have your singing competition?”

Of all the things I would worry about!

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I reply, marvelling at the personality shift. Tragedy seems to have brought out Sam’s selfless side.

“But the video round is tonight,” she protests. “Don’t you have to be…?”

“There’s nothing more important than making sure my nephew is ok,” I assure her. “And he will be. I just want to be there when he opens his eyes.”

I can almost hear Sam smiling slightly.

“Ok then,” she agrees. “It would be great to have you here. Because Summer. Honestly. I couldn’t cope. If anything happened…”

“Don’t think like that. Ben will be fine,” I say firmly, “he’s an Evans isn’t he? We’re made of tough stuff.”

I hesitate, doing a mental calculation.

“I can be on the train in an hour,” I say. “I’ll be in town in four hours if I’m lucky. I’ll come straight to the hospital.”

“Ok,” says Sam. She pauses and then speaks again. “Summer?”

“What?”

“Thanks for being a good sister. I don’t deserve it.”

“Shut up,” I say affectionately. “Of course you do. See you this afternoon.”

“See you later.” She hangs up.

I sit back in bed, reeling from it all.

Adam’s face is wide with shock.

“What’s going on?” he says, “is your nephew ok?”

He sounds so worried, you’d think it was his own relative lying in a hospital bed.

Fear and shock are closing in on me now.

“I don’t know,” I say, my voice wobbling. “I hope so. He was knocked down by a car, riding his bike. He’s only five…”

Suddenly the tears which I managed to choke down for Sam’s sake rise up and overwhelm me. I am wracked with sobs so thick they leave me completely immobile.

Adam’s warm arms wrap around me, pulling me close. He strokes my hair.

“Shhh,” he says, “It will be ok.”

He turns my head to face him.

“Where’s the hospital?” he asks.

I sniff. “In Wales. Near Cardiff.”

“Ok,” he nods at this.

It suddenly occurs to me the enormity of my promise.

“The
show…” I say vaguely. “I need to let everyone know I can’t make it.”

“Shhh,” says Adam pulling me tight. “You don’t need to worry about any of that. I’ll sort it all out.”

“Really?” I blink at him gratefully.

“Of course,” he smiles. “It’s the least I can do.”

“I’m getting the train now,” I say, moving to extricate myself from his arms. “I’ll be there by the afternoon.”

Adam pulls me back, shaking his head.

“There’s no way I’m letting you on a train,” he says.

“What do you mean?”

“Obviously,” he says, “I’ll be driving you down.”

“But…”

“No buts,” he interrupts. “Firstly it will be much faster. More importantly I need to be sure you get down safe. And I want to be there for you when you need a hug.”

“I…” the tears well up again. I never expected this from Adam. But now he’s offering it, I can’t help but think it would be wonderful to have his comforting presence there.

It suddenly occurs to me, this means he’ll be meeting my family.

“Are you sure…?” I begin.

“Of course I’m sure,” he says. “I couldn’t leave you alone.”

“My family,” I say, “they’re a little dysfunctional.”

“I couldn’t care less,” says Adam. “Summer, I’m coming for you. To make sure you’re ok. Stop worrying about everyone else for a change.”

I smile gratefully, and he scoops me up out of the bed.

“Come on,” he says, looking at me tenderly. “Let’s get you down there, and make sure your nephew’s ok.”

 

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