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Tom's Secret -- SerathRune (c) Copyright 2000 by
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This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express
written permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you
are not an adult, or are offended by stories with strong sexual themes.
**************************************
Adrian.
He walked into the party, like he was walk'in into a yacht. When it
came to Adrian,I thought, watching his arrival at the Thompson's party,
Carly Simon had had it right
"Alice, what am I doing here?"
"You're at a party, Jilly girl. For once you're enjoying yourself."
Alice nodded toward Adrian, her blond curls bouncing. "Wasn't I right.
Admit it. Isn't he the most spectacularly gorgeous man you've ever seen?
Terrifying but sexy, no? Just look at that body, not to mention his
features. Is that what they mean by chiseled?"
We watched as the dark haired man called Adrian, kissed the hostess. He
shed his black topcoat, revealing a classic back and white tux. Then, with
the grace of Fred Astaire, took the three steps from the landing and
accepted a glass of champagne from the silver tray of the jacketed waiter
who proffered drinks. "I wonder if they're looking for anybody new to play
James Bond." I asking, sighing. "Something tells me that he'd work out
fine."
I turned away and faced my friend. "Okay, he's amazing looking," I
agreed. "He's incredible. No beyond incredible. He's also about as
likely to be interested in me as you are. Except of course that you think
that I have a good personality. Something tells me that your friend Adrian
doesn't care a whole lot about personality."
"Hush up. Watch him dance," said Alice nodding so that I would turn
around again. "I love it when he dances."
Adrian had asked a woman, one who looked like a supermodel, to dance.
The two began moving across the floor to the strains of "Cheek to Cheek."
This was too much for me. I groaned.
"Adrian's too dangerous to play James Bond," said Alice with a twinkle
in her eyes, " Which is exactly why Jeff and I decided that he's what you
need."
"Right, let me guess. He's my birthday present."
"Uh, Huh"
I did a double take and shot her a sharp look.
She giggled nervously. "Nothing you can't handle. Adrian's a friend,
of sorts. I'm arranging for you to, uh, go out with him." She sighed.
"Though if I were you I'd stay in."
"He doesn't look like the friendly type." I said. "I already have
friends, you, Jeff, Sean's family, people from work. You know Alice,
friendly friends. People who worry when I have the flu. People who don't
notice when I need a haircut."
"We notice dear, we just love you anyway."
"Be that as it may, your pal Adrian doesn't seem a bit like any of them.
I doubt if he'll be making me chicken soup any time soon."
"True. I wasn't planning on having him make you chicken soup.
Something a little more physical."
I groaned. Adrian was just the kind of man who left me too tongue tied
to get a word out. Meeting him would be a disaster. "Who is he? What
does he do?" I asked.
"He's the most dominant compelling man you can imagine. What does he
do? Just that. He's a pro."
"A pro?" What's a pro?"
"Adrian dominates people, sexually, for money."
"Ohm god. Who? Me?" I turned to look at her. "You? Alice you're
blushing. Did you ever?"
Alice looked at her toes and then into my eyes. She dropped her voice
low so as not to be overheard. "No, not me silly. Sarah Thomson told me
about him. It was amazing. Trevor had these submissive fantasies. He
heard about Adrian and arranged for a weekend. Adrian showed up at the
door and stayed til Sunday.
Sarah said that she and Adrian had sex, as the saying goes, seven ways
to Sunday. Trevor watched. They tied Trevor up and did incredible things
to him. There is something Sarah said, that there is something
unbelievably erotic about watching a man dominate the man you love. She
couldn't explain it."
"I'm, I'm speechless."
"I know. I was too. Then, not long after Sarah told me about Adrian,
we were introduced to him at one of her parties. I was so curious I made
it a point to talk to him. He's a great listener but he never gives
anything away about himself. A lot of people know him but nobody seems to
know much about him. Jeff invited him to go rock climbing and we all went
with a bunch of other people. Adrian came without a date, even though it
was all couples. He was this charming "extra man." There wasn't a thing
about him that you'd call kinky-so I guess its just his business. Or maybe
we just weren't the right crowd."
I giggled, unintentionally. "Holy moley, Alice."
"I know. It's weird. But the thing is Jilly that it got me thinking
about you. Its been far too long since Sean died. You need a fling.
You're still young and very attractive, Jilly, even if you've forgotten.
So, uh, I called Adrian the other night and arranged a little tryst. Don't
worry, nothing kinky. Just a little weekend to re-start your engines, you
know? "
For a moment I was to stunned to think. Alice was paying for me to have
sex? How pathetic was that? Then, unbidden a vision of Adrian and I
together in some country inn, him naked, sweating and erect as I took him
into my mouth ran through my mind. I felt the color rise in my cheeks.
Regretfully I shook my head . "Alice, you know me. I'm much too well,
conservative."
"Oh Jilly, don't say no yet. Please? Just meet him. See what you
think. Listen I'll take care of everything. He'll call you and you can
take it from there. You never have to say another word to me about it."
I shook my head. "This is too scary for me Alice," I said, "call it
off. Besides, to be perfectly honest I would feel really strange. I mean,
if you pay someone for sex, who knows what they're really thinking about
you. I 'm the shy type, you know? I don't have all that much confidence
in that area as it is."
Alice just gave me her wicked lopsided grin and we changed the subject.
I'm a widow. Makes you just cringe just to hear it doesn't it? Me too.
The first time I described myself that way all I could think of was those
black clad weepy women in Dickens. Which one was that-the one in David
Copperfield who kept saying that she was "lone and lorn?" Sean would be
really appalled to hear it. But he didn't make the choice and neither did
I. One day he was fine. The next day he was in the hospital with a brain
tumor. No fun. We went through a miserable year then he died. End of
story. Except that its not. I'm still alive.
So here I am, still breathing, still living in the shabby little
apartment in Greenwich Village, that Sean loved so much-not divorced, not
really single. Yes, I know that I'm sans a husband but sometimes, even
after so much time it doesn't feel that way.
Bedtime is hard. I'm, a cuddler without a cuddlee. Not that Sean and I
had the most amazing sex life, but it was comfortable. Now nothing feels
comfortable. I wake up pulsing sometimes, wondering if I'll ever be
touched by a man again. Masturbation feels lonely. Alice keeps nagging me
to find a boyfriend. At thirty-two I don't feel like girlfriend material.
. I'm an attractive woman, don't get me wrong. I know that some men find
me compelling especially those who like a woman with curves, but I feel odd
with other men.
************************************************************************
Two days after the party the phone rang.
"Jilly, this is Adrian Strong. I believe you spoke with Alice about
me." The voice was deep, smooth and modulated like a trained actor's.
For the first time in my life I actually did that thing that they do
sometimes in the movies. I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at
it, as though looking could actually tell me something about the person on
the other end.
"Oh, Adrian." My voice cracked. "Um, well yes, she did tell me that you
would call."
"Did she tell you what I do for a living, Jilly?"
My heart started to beat hard. "Gee, well yes, she did mention that."
"I fuck women for a living Jilly." He said it politely, as though he was
telling me about a recent episode of Masterpiece Theatre. "I would like to
fuck you. I am very, very good at what I do. I'd like to spend a weekend
with you, Jilly."
Now I should stop right now and tell you that if ninety-nine out of a
hundred men had said this to me, in just this way, I would have slammed the
phone down. Sean and I never used the word "fuck." But this was not most
men. This was the most magnetic man I'd ever seen, with a voice that was
making me crazy. Coarse as the language was, I found myself aroused.
"Well?" He said it into the silence.
No breath. I couldn't breath. My hands felt so slick on the plastic
phone that I almost dropped it. Then common sense started kicking in.
This guy was definitely not the kind of man I should let into my life. In
fact he was not the kind of guy I could have a conversation with. Nope. I
was way in over my head. Time to get off the phone.
"You know Adrian, I'm sure that you are right. I'm sure that you're the
best. But um, I'm afraid that I'm probably not your type."
There was a deep throated chuckle. "Jilly, I'm a prostitute. Everybody
is my type. That's one of the benefits of a date with me. I'm a sure
thing."
A prostitute, for a woman? I felt sorry for the man. Yes, crazy I
know. Here I was, Jillian Andersen, with a four thousand dollar credit card
bill, ten pounds overweight and hadn't had sex in two years and I felt
sorry for this gorgeous guy who dances like Fred Astaire with supermodels.
So I decided to let him down easy.
"Adrian, I'm a widow. I'm not ready for this. I might not ever be
ready for this.'
Silence.
I continued. " You probably think I'm a prude and a wimp but I just
can't let the first person I sleep with in two years be a stranger. I know
it sounds crazy but somebody loved me once and I just can't let that part
of myself go."
Although I'd begun saying these things as a way to convince Adrian to
hang up, the truth of them rang in my own ears. To my deep embarrassment I
began to cry. I sniffled and I knew he could hear it. A part of my brain
was screaming that I was falling apart in front of a man who (heaven
forbid) dominated people for a living. Another part just didn't care. My
life was at a place where I no longer recognized it. My friends were
paying men to have sex with me. What was wrong with me? Didn't other
people's friends set them up with nice overweight accountants?
There was silence on the line. Finally he said in a voice both firm and
gentle, "Jillian I'm going to fuck you. That's a given. You're going to
like it. Its okay."
I couldn't answer.
"But tonight is not a good idea," he continued. "Lets go to the movies,
shall we? I like movies and they're playing It Happened One Night tonight
at the revival theatre near your place. If you play your cards right I'll
give you Gable clench when I drop you off."
I swear I was creaming in my panties.
************************************************************************
Thirty minutes later the apartment buzzer went off. He was dressed in
jeans, a white tea-shirt and a black leather jacket. Having gone into a
clothes panic I greeted him in a gold pullover and brown leggings. What
does one wear on a date with a prostitute that has been procured by your
best friend?
I felt horribly shy but he seemed not to notice, putting his hand
protectively at my back as we walked out to the elevators. He held my hand
on the way to the movies, an affectionate gesture that surprised me. His
hand felt large and cool. Could he feel mine trembling a bit? Did he know
how very stupid I felt being with a date who had been purchased?
"What do you do for a living?" He asked when we were almost at the
theatre.
"I'm a hypnotist," I said, "and a family counselor. "I hypnotize people
to help them with smoking and weight and I run things like mothers groups
for new mothers of infants."
"Could you hypnotize me?" he asked. The question was asked in an even
tone as though he didn't care a bit what my response would be.
"I'm not sure you're a good subject, I replied. "But we could try
sometime if you would like."
The movie was hokey and good. I'd seen it several times and so had he,
but that didn't lessen the charm. When it was over I passed up his offer
for a drink and had him walk me home. Alcohol would not be a good idea if
I was going to be with Adrian
We got to my door and I found myself feeling shy. "Adrian, don't feel
you have to kiss me," I said "I"
I never got the rest of the words out. He eased me gently against the
wall and angled his head for the deepest most mind altering kiss I'd ever
had. Adrian's skin was very warm against mine and his tongue explored my
mouth in a way that seemed to completely fill me. In the course of ten
seconds I was too excited to move. Gently, very gently he leaned his whole
body against mine. I could feel sweat through his tea-shirt and (surprise)
a long hard erection. His mouth moved from my lips to my throat.
Then abruptly, he pulled back and looked at me. Raising an eyebrow he
said. "I know," With a bit of a grin, he turned around and started down
the hall, whistling.
Two weeks passed. I'll admit that I wondered a whole lot about my
decision during those weeks. Oh I knew that I could call Alice and get
Adrian's number. I could tell him I'd changed my mind. But I was a bit
proud of myself for resisting temptation. As the days went by I felt
progressively more relieved to think that I'd heard the last of Adrian.
Then one night I walked into the building lugging a bag of groceries.
It had been a hard day. I had cancelled one mother's group for lack of
participants and my smokers group was smaller than usual. The roof on the
little building where I held my classes was starting to leak.
As I got in the phone was ringing. "Jilly, this is Adrian."
"Yes."
"Can you make fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy?"
"Uh huh."
"How about a salad with cheap bottled Italian dressing?"
"I think I can manage that."
"This is your friend Adrian, the dominant whore. I'd like you to make
some for me tonight."
"Gee Adrian I think bdsm is really going mainstream. Half the husbands
in America are dominating their wives with this. Are you going to make me
wash the dishes after?"
"I have other plans than dishes."
The space between my legs started twitching.
I was in luck, as the cleaning lady had just left and the groceries I'd
brought home meant the frig was full. An hour later I was putting the food
on the table when Adrian buzzed. He was dressed pretty much the way he had
been the other night. It was all I could do not to ask him the obvious,
"What on earth are you doing here?" but he clearly preferred to remain
mysterious.
I had already set the table, which is in the kitchen of my apartment,
and we sat down and ate. Adrian had brought a bottle of very good Chablis,
which seemed an odd thing to drink with such homey food. I felt completely
tongue tied but he seemed at ease with both the situation and himself.
Giving very little away , he got me talking about New York theatre. From
the few comments he made I gathered that he was a fan of the opera.
Finally when he was finished, he asked me to go into the living room and
have a seat on the couch with him. When we were seated he began. "You are
going to hypnotize me," he said taking my hand in his. Instinctively I
tried to pull away but he tightened his grip. I let him keep it.
"Well," I asked trying to ignore the tug or war with the hand, and
slipping into my professional voice. "What would you like to accomplish
with this? Are you trying to break a habit or perhaps find something out
about yourself?"
"Its simple, Jilly. I am going to have you in the Biblical sense. We
are going to have sexual relations. Tonight. Do you understand this?
There is no maybe about it. I want you admit that you want me. You can
resist me when you know I'm trying to fuck you. Can you resist me when you
know that I am helpless and erect? We'll see."
I was silent. I knew that my color was rising. I lowered my eyes.
Adrian rose and slowly began to remove his tea shirt. A washboard of
muscles was revealed along with the most beautiful pecks I'd ever seen.
He smiled at my reaction. "I'm a slut, Jilly, its okay to look. Look
at every bit of me. It excites me to see the reluctant lust in your eyes.
I'm going to try to relax though. I doubt if I can go under with an
erection and that look you're giving me is bound to give me one."
When he was naked he lay down in the middle of our soft oriental carpet
and closed his eyes. Then he continued to speak:
"I've been hypnotized before and I'm a good subject. If you would
prefer that I not remember what happens that is acceptable."
"Adrian, why do you trust me? "
"I don't completely. That's what makes this exciting."
"What are the ground rules?"
"There are very few. Only this: no personal information including where
I am from, my family, my education. Feel free to ask me anything about
sex, my clients, my fantasies. Ask me to do anything to your body. You
will use me."
He pulled out a package of condoms and handed them to me. "For when we
need them," he said.
******************************************************
He went under easily.
"Adrian, can you hear me?" I asked.
"Yes" His voice was calm.
"Adrian, how are you feeling?"
"Relaxed, content. I like your apartment. I like what you made for
dinner"
"That's good Adrian. I want you to be comfortable. If you are ever not
comfortable I want you to tell me. Please relax and enjoy yourself. We
are going to have a good time. When I want you to come out of this I'm
going to snap my fingers. Alright?"
"Alright."
"Tell me, Adrian are you attracted to me? I know that you are being
paid to be here. Its okay if you aren't attracted to me Adrian. I'll
understand."
"I am highly attracted. I find this situation very exciting."
I thought about this. There was a long silence. I made my decision.
It was not the one that I had expected to make.
"Ah, that's good because I find you very beautiful. I've been thinking
about what you said and it excited me. I'm going to make love to you after
all Adrian. I'm going to use your body. Its been a long, long time since
I've had sex and I want to have sex again. I want to have sex with you."
To my surprise, he colored.
"Adrian tell me. Do you like your work?"
"Sometimes."
"Tell me about what you do."
"The husbands are submissive. Some of the women are beautiful. I'm
constantly erect when I'm in the game. I'm totally dominant, totally
admired. I'm very strong. These people are rich and powerful. They
despise weakness."
I thought about this.
"When you work are you always dominant?"
"Yes, always. I always work with couples or groups. I'm always the
lead."
"Adrian, I am going to kiss you. I want you to be totally submissive.
Do you understand, completely weak and passive. You have no strength in
your body."
I leaned over and gave his lips the faintest brush with mine. His skin
was very warm. He sighed. I ran my hand over his hairless chest, then
leaned down and began to kiss his nipples. Pressing my lips on his I
forced his mouth open with my tongue and possessed his mouth with mine.
Holding his head I stroked his dark hair. Finishing the kiss I pulled away
and looking into his gray eyes. "Adrian, you are very beautiful,"
"Thank you," he said softly.
I whispered. "Roll over for me sweetheart."
I rolled him over and began kissing his back, then removed my sweater
and bra. My breasts spilled out into the cool air of the apartment. I lay
down behind him so that we were like spoons. As my breasts pressed them
Adrian's back and felt his breath quicken. Reaching around him I took his
genitals in my hands. He began to pant a bit and I stroked slowly, nipping
the nape of his neck.
"Be very quiet Adrian," I said licking his neck. You are so weak, so
weak Adrian. But its okay. Its alright sweetheart." His genitals felt
wonderful to me, his cock already erect, his balls soft and vulnerable. He
trembled in my arms and I kissed his shoulders murmuring again how
beautiful he was.
"Roll over now sweetie." He did as I asked.
Removing the rest of my clothes: skirt, panty hose and panties I
whispered. "I shouldn't be doing this. I know its wrong. But I can't
help myself. You are so elegantly formed and so very desirable. Please
don't say anything. I can't help myself."
Adrian's back arched and he looked to the side. I kissed the pulse of
his throat, then pulled back and gazed at him. What should I do? How
should I make love to him? I sat back on my heels and took in the sight of
his perfect body.
Remembering what Sean had loved, I felt my mouth fill with water at the
tantalizing sight of Adrian's heavy erection. He had closed his eyes and I
prepared to take his cock in my mouth, stoking and admiring, running four
fingers gently up and down the large vein in the front.. It was throbbing,
large, but not so large as to be strange. "What a stunning cock Adrian.
You are lovely all over, you know. Your cock is perfectly formed."
He began to tense as I fondled him, his whole body beginning to jerk in
rhythm with my motions. I made my voice low and comforting. "Adrian, I am
very good at this. Of all the things I like to do in bed what I like best
is to fondle my lover's cock with my mouth. Tonight I want to caress your
prick with my tongue Adrian. I want to feel every bit of how you are
feeling right now, in your cock. But there is only one thing."
He looked at me searchingly, lips parted, hands by his sides.
"I need your permission, sweetheart. Can you do that? Just nod your
head."
He nodded, closing his eyes again, his back arched. Sweat glistened
over his chest and shoulders.
Adrian's stomach was concave and I stoked it with one hand. . With the
other I made a circle of my thumb and forefinger and gently moved it down
his prick pulling the skin taut. Then, taking the base firmly in my hand I
closed my mouth around him and began to suck. He tasted wonderful hot and
exciting. Adrian groaned and grabbed the legs of the coffee table to
anchor himself.
Then, slowly I began to move his beautiful cock around my mouth so that
he could feel every part of my mouth with his penis, my tongue, my cheeks,
the back of my throat, the smooth sides of my teeth. I knew by the sharp
intake of his breath that this surprised him. He had not expected such
sensuous feelings at my hands. Adrian's body began to buck gently and make
little noises as though trying to control himself. I could feel him
building. I put my hands behind his buttocks and massaged, ran my fingers
by his anus and prostate. He was panting now. I raised my head to meet
his eyes. They were wild with lust and something else, a kind of
helplessness I had not expected to see. "What a good man you are Adrian,"
I said. "You made this gift of your body to me. I'll never forget it."
Unwrapping a condom I smoothed it onto his hard rod then I raised myself
and straddled him. I lowered myself until I was completely impaled on his
penis. He grasped my waist. Up and down back and forth I stroked Adrian
on and on. He was so beautiful, so completely aroused and helpless that it
caught my heart.
And now Adrian," I said, "I am going to repay you for your kindness. I
am going to tell you to lose control Adrian. You need not wait for me
sweetheart. When you feel yourself losing control I want you to come. And
when you come I want you to be filled with the joy of this night. I could
see the straining in him, the long habit of delaying orgasm. "Come for me,
sweetheart, I whispered, I want to see you come. Don't wait for me." I
gathered him in my arms rocking and crooning to him. I was starting to
build when I felt him explode. He moaned as he came thrusting into me
again and again,. "Oh my god," he whispered.
**************************************************************** I snapped
my fingers but Adrian seemed to be almost as much in a trance after as
before. I took him to my bed. He said nothing but put his head gently
against my shoulder as one hand fondled my breast. Very gently he began to
suckle.
"Sleep sweetie," I whispered. "You made me happy tonight. Happier than
I've been in a long time." To my delight, he slept.
****************************************************************** I woke
in the night. It was pitch black but, opening my eyes I felt Adrian's form
over me as though he was studying my features in sleep.
"You didn't come," he said in a puzzled tone. "I didn't give you an
orgasm."
"I didn't want one," I whispered.
He parted my legs and mounted me then, sliding in without foreplay.
"Jilly," he said, "I can't seem to help myself."
I was incapable of speech myself then and lay back as he began to stroke
into me. The first orgasm that ripped through me took me by surprise. I
gave a little scream and shuddered against him. "No, no," I heard myself
whisper. "No, please." But there was no stopping my body. I kept coming
and coming in waves. Adrian manipulated me with his fingers and the
orgasms were connected.
My naked body arched up to avoid his insistent, expert touch but he was
all around me, powerful male in full heat. He took one nipple in his mouth
and played with it with his tongue. The effect was exquisite. My whole
body was trembling. With one strong arm he reached around and pulled me
into his muscled chest holding my helpless body against him.
"Please stop," I begged but he did not stop. His fingers manipulated me
and my body responded. I had no control. The orgasms wracked my body
despite all my efforts to stop them. It went on and on. I found myself
sobbing.
When it was over he stroked my hair as he held me. "You didn't want to
come?" he asked.
I shook my head, tears leaking out of my eyes as I lay against his
chest.
"That belonged to him didn't it?"
I nodded.
"I'm so sorry, Jilly. So very sorry."
But there was nothing for it. I lay there that night and cried. I had
had sex with a stranger, a man who had sex for money. It and it seemed to
me that Sean was really gone.
******************************************************************
I woke early the next morning, alone.
It's been a month now and I haven't heard a thing from Adrian. I
thought that maybe he felt that his services had been rendered and there
was no need to call. But Alice called me yesterday and said that Adrian
had returned the money before he left on a business trip to Boston. He'd
written a note that said that I had decided not to use his services.
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