Bed Of Thornes

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Chapter Twelve

“I called the hospital and got in touch with mom, she says she feels fine at the moment . . . but the tests are showing some abnormalities in her heart.” I tell Adrian while he pours freshly brewed coffee into two mugs.

It's five in the morning, I haven't been able to sleep at all. He stayed up with me all through the night and hasn't left my side, except to let me talk to my mother in private while he made us breakfast. Scrambled eggs, fried ham, and toast. Such a sweet young man, what's he doing with me? I'm no good for him. He needs someone who doesn't have so much going on, so many secrets, and a life that is utterly jagged. God I'm a wreck.

“Eat something.” He puts the plate down in front of me.

Sitting by the kitchen island, I fidget with the fork and sway back and forth in the stool. My eyes hurt from my cry-fest and lack of sleep. I have no appetite, but I know Adrian is just looking out for me. I take a breath and scoop up a fork full of eggs.

“So what type of abnormalities are we talking about?” He asks, watching me closely to make sure I'm actually eating and not just shifting the food around on the plate.

“They couldn't explain much yet . . . I guess they have to do extensive testing on what was found to pinpoint the cause.” I put down my fork and take a sip of coffee. The warmth brings me to a place of comfort. I close my eyes to try to hold on to that feeling for the seconds that it lasts.

“Is there anything we can do in the meantime?”

“Not exactly. All they said was to wait it out and they'll update me as soon as any status changes occur.”

“Well if there's anything I can do, you know I'm here to help.”

“I know.” I weakly smile. “I just wish I was there for her.”

He takes a drink of his coffee and raises his eyes to meet mine as he sets the mug back down on the marbled island countertop.

“You're there for her all you can be. Don't beat yourself up.”

“No, I mean, literally being there . . . in Paris, at the hospital with her.”

“Hey . . .” He walks around the island to meet me on the opposite side and gently caresses my jawline with one hand. “I'm sure she felt the same way when you were in the hospital and she couldn't be there with you. I know that doesn't change the fact of how you feel, but you have to realize that there are a lot of things in life we just can't have control of. Your mom knows you care, there or not doesn't make it any different.”

“Thank you.” I kiss his hand as he lets it down from my face.

“Eat your breakfast, get your coffee in, and take a hot shower. I'll stay as long as you need. I called out of work this morning while you were on the phone with your mom. Is anyone there with her at the hospital?”

“A friend of hers, the one that left the voicemail on my phone, she said she's been there with her the whole time.”

“Well at least she's not alone. It'll be all right, just try to stay positive.”

I lightly nod and proceed to eat what I can of the plate he served me. I finish off my coffee and head upstairs to shower and get a fresh change of clothes on for the day. I can't get any luckier to have such a good person in my life. I just need to learn how to deal with that, how to show him more appreciation from me than what I've given him. I've always considered myself to have it made in life, but if there's one thing that's missing, it's the ability to truly open up to someone. I never let myself get too attached. After I freshen up, I head back downstairs and find Adrian patiently waiting for me in the living room. He smiles when our eyes meet and my body feels weak for him. That smile can melt even the coldest of hearts. He sits up when I approach the couch. A thought briefly crosses my mind as I sit down close to him.

“You know this is the most time I've spent in my own home in years? Lately, I've been here more than normal . . . it's nice to finally have some time away from work.” I chuckle. “Never thought I'd hear myself say that.”

“Guess it's true.”

“What's that?”

“That all things happen for a reason.”

“How so?” I ask him, wishing I could get inside of his mind right now.

“You know . . . just everything that's happened in the last couple of weeks. It's made a lot of changes for you in your life, changes for the better if you ask me.”

“Yeah . . . I guess it's true then.” I give him a warm smile.

“It's good to see you smile. I don't like seeing you so upset.”

I change the tone of the conversation the only way I know how.

“Have any stamina this morning?” I wink at him to get my point across.

Sex is my healer, the only thing that honestly makes me feel better. I can't get enough of him either, my mind stays wrapped with thoughts of what we've done and what we will do. When I need to escape, it's either painting or sex . . . and right now, painting is not an option according to my hormones.

“Really?” He smiles and leans his head back as if to gather himself.

“I wouldn't ask if I wasn't serious.” I take his hand and stand up, pulling him with me. “I need you to make me forget about all of my worries.”

We get upstairs, I open the door to the room at the end of the hall and flip on the lights. I go over to the dresser and pull out a long rope and the blindfold. As I walk over to Adrian, I lay the rope and blindfold on the bench at the far end of the room. I walk up to him and unbutton his jeans.

“Take them off.” I instruct. While he undresses, I do the same.

I hand him the rope, glancing at his masculine hands, my body trembles at the sight of them. I walk over to the bench and turn to see him watching me. I bend over the dark wood and let him take in the sight of me.

“I want you to kneel behind me as close as you can and watch me.”

He walks up to where I'm bent over and kneels down on the floor, facing my pussy. I reach through my thighs and run my fingers across my wetness.

“See how wet you make me?” I ask him.

“I love it.” He expresses.

“You do this to me. I can't stop thinking about you, about fucking you. I want it all the time, there's not a moment that goes by that I'm not craving what we do.” I confess. This is the most I've told him about what I feel sexually. There's more, but I stop there.

I continue stroking my pussy for him to see, rubbing my clit and moaning. After my tease session, I sit up and turn to face him. He runs his hands along my body and kisses my skin with his delicious lips. Every touch causes flares of arousal.

“I want you to tie me, be sure I'm bound and can't move.” I tell him as I stand up.

I walk over to the long table in the middle of the room and step up onto it, reaching up to the ropes that are hanging above me. There are leather straps that accompany the ropes..

“Take these and wrap them around my wrists.” I tug on the leather straps. “Tie the rope up here around my arms so it holds me in place. The rope in your hand, use it to tie my feet to the posts on the sides of this table. Have me wide open so you can do to me as you please. I want you in control, to use anything you want on me from the dresser while I'm blindfolded. Make both of us come.”

He steps onto the table in front of me, I lift my arms up above me. He places my wrists into the straps and fastens them. The cool leather awakens my senses further. He grabs onto the hanging ropes and wraps them around each of my arms, tying a knot at the base of them. To tie my legs to the post, he bends down, I can see his erection and my blood rushes hot through my body. He finishes the ropes on my legs and ankles. I'm helpless, I love it.

“Wait.” I say before he puts the blindfold on. “I want to watch you first. Sit on the bench facing me and stroke your cock for me.”

“Do you have any lube?” He asks me before doing as I instruct.

“There's some in the top drawer.” I tell him and he goes over to get it. The anticipation of seeing him raises my adrenaline.

“Should I come or do you want me to stop before I do?”

“I want to see you please yourself while looking at me until you come. When you finish, you can put the blindfold on me and do as you want with me.”

My temperature rises as he slowly starts stroking his hard shaft. The lubrication emulating the sounds of a wet pussy and his cock shines from it. I watch his strong hand move up and down, the head of his dick is swollen and makes me ache for him to be inside me. His head goes back for a moment, his mouth opens as he moans from his own pleasure. My pussy swells at the sight, throbbing and pulsating as it becomes more wet. He looks back at me, biting his lip, he quickens his stroke. His body is moving in the most sensual ways.

“Make it come for me.” I demand.

My breathing becomes more rapid, my breasts heave up and down. I can feel my nipples harden and my skin tingle with goosebumps from the excitement. I watch him as his body starts to tense, his moans raise my climax without touch. His arms showing every muscle with each motion. He clenches up and his back arches, pushing his full erection towards me, I can see every vein. He circles the head of his cock with a steady pace, the head peeking through every quick stroke. He lets out a loud groan and his body begins to jerk as his come shoots out. The shaft of his dick jumping up and down from his release.

“So fucking hot.” I breathe out.

He pants and stands, grabbing the blindfold, he walks over to me and places it over my eyes. All I can see is the vision in my head of him jerking off in front of me. That thought is all I need while he takes over my body. I can feel him running his tongue down my breasts and over my nipples, sucking on them while gently biting. I let out a gasp and my body jerks a little at his touch. There's a moment of nothing, I wonder what he's getting from the dresser. I hear him step up behind me. With a tickle, I feel the tip of something graze against my back. It touches me again, this time on my ass. His hand rubs my ass cheek and he takes it away. With a sudden snap, I feel the sting of the leather against my skin. I can't tell what he's using, but it's wide like a belt. The next strike is different, a thinner and more pointy feel.

“Which do you prefer?” He whispers into my ear. “The paddle or the whip?”

“I have no preference, Mr. Montez, use them both if you'd like.”

He squirts lubrication all over me, it feels cold as it runs down my body. His hands run across my legs, my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, rubbing it evenly over me. The touch of his hands excites me further. I feel the tip of something rub against me. He connects the paddle with my ass, making it bounce back from the hit. I cry out with pleasure. Again, he hits high and low, rubbing my ass with his hands in between each strike of the paddle. The sensations send me into a high, my climax rising. Suddenly, he's in front of me, tugging on my breasts, nibbling on my nipples. He wraps the whip around my waist and pull me close to him, as far as the bondage of the ropes will allow. His fingers run across my pussy and lead to my clit. He begins rubbing, making it swell even more. I feel him bring his body closer, pressing against mine. He rubs the head of his cock against my clit, making me squirm.

With the whip tight around me, he holds onto it with one hand and the other hand slides his cock inside of me. He fucks me into a mind-blowing orgasm. His body rubbing against my lubricated skin. I feel him explode inside of my pussy, his hot come making me wildly come along with him. My body jerks and yanks at the ropes, I release every ounce onto his throbbing hard cock. I feel weak, hanging from the ropes in a limp form.

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