Loving The Temperamental Adonis
Chapter 238: Unmoving

Chapter 238: Unmoving

"Take off your dress."

"What?" She shook her head, bemused. "Why?"

"Because I want to teach you something that will make you love the chair," he affirmed softly. He relaxed back in the chair, propping one foot on the stepping board. The wicked challenge in his eyes was unmistakable to his bemused wife.

Mia regarded him uncertainly. Although she was by no means inhibited, she was hesitant to remove her clothes in the middle of the day, with sunlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows. Cautious but amenable, she started to unfasten the string of her dress.

"What if we are interrupted?" She whispered.

"It’s our house."

"Yes, but what if one of the housekeepers come in here to ask something?"

"They know better." He watched her hands alertly as she fumbled with her dress zipper. "Do you need help with that?"

Mia shook her head, feeling excruciatingly self-conscious as she stepped out of her house shoes. She unfastened her dress, let it fall to the floor, and unhooked the clips of her bra. When that, too, was discarded, she was left in her purple panty, with her hair only covering her breasts. A brilliant blush spread up to her hairline as she reached to take off the panty. Pausing, she glanced at Neil’s intent face.

"Go on," he encouraged.

She felt like a stripper, standing before him like one of the women who were paid to assume seductive poses for men at brothels. "If you were not my husband, I wouldn’t do this," she said, and stripped off her panty in a sudden decisive motion.

A smile played on his lips. "If you were not my wife, I wouldn’t ask you to." His gaze moved over her naked upper body, lingering on the curves of her breasts and the rosy peaks of her nipples. His breathing changed noticeably, and his fingers twitched as they rested on the arm of the chair.

"Walk to me—no, don’t cover yourself."

Mia came to stand before him, gooseflesh rising on her skin as he touched her shoulder with a feathery stroke of his fingertips. His warm hand moved downward, tracing the shape of her breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple. She felt him pull at her buttocks and moved her closer to him.

She reached up her hands to self-consciously cover her chest again, but he caught her wrist.

"No," he said, his voice slightly raspy. "Don’t cover yourself, I like the shape of your breasts."

Her gaze stole to the obvious bulge in his trousers. "Apparently so." She muttered under her breath.

He grinned and exerted more tension on her wrist, pulling her forward. "Climb onto my lap."

Carefully she placed her foot on the stepping board; his hands clamped on her waist and lifted her up. She collapsed onto his lap in a giggling heap, her arms automatically linking around his neck. The chair jerked back, and they sank downward several inches. "This isn’t going to work," Mia exclaimed, laughing uncontrollably.

"Cooperate," he said sternly, his gray eyes smiling.

"Yes, sir." Feigning meek obedience, she let him arrange her legs on either side of his lap, until her thighs were spread wide and she was left utterly vulnerable.

Gradually the giggles died in her throat. "Are you going to remove your clothes?" she asked, jumping a little as his hands slid to her bare bottom. He cupped her and lifted her body upward. "No."

"But I want—"

"Shhh." He took her nipple into his mouth, drawing with sweet, hot suction. At the same time his fingers wandered high inside her thigh, until the backs of his knuckles brushed across her sensitive skin. Every time she moved, the chair bounced gently, forcing her to wrap her arms around his neck for balance.

His finger slipped inside her and stroked until she was wet and throbbing. Closing her eyes against the dazzle of sunlight from the floor to ceiling window, Mia rested her cheek on his thick hair as he suckled her breast.

Too impassioned to wait, she reached down and tugged at the fastenings of his trousers. He caught her fumbling fingers and pushed them away. "Let me do it," he said with a soft laugh, "before you injure your fingers."

Panting, she pressed closer to him as he unfastened his belt and freed his swollen erection. With a soothing murmur, Neil positioned her over his hips, canting them to just the right angle. She sank down eagerly, gasping as he filled her completely. Her hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt, fingertips digging into the smooth material.

"Hold onto me, my love," he whispered.

When she had wrapped herself around him, he pressed a button on the remote and the seat dropped several inches in a sudden electric jolt. The movement forced Mia harder onto the hilt of his shaft, and she whimpered in pleasure.

Neil smiled as he stared into her wide, unfocused brown eyes. Color burnished the edges of his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, and sweat misted his skin. His thighs went taut as he pressed the button once more, and the chair jolted them down again. "Is this all right?" He murmured. "Is it too much?"

"No," she gulped. "Do it again."

Obligingly he pressed a button and allowed the chair to automatically bounce on it’s own without him having to press it again. The bouncing motion evoked a rhythmic squeak from the chair. Mia held on tightly, her body gripping his intimately. Each drop of the seat caused the stiff, thick shaft to push harder inside her, again, again, until the stroking, grinding motion caused her to convulse in a release that had no end.

Feeling the spasms of her body, Neil impaled her one last time and groaned in satisfaction. When at last he leaned backward with her body clasped in his arms, Mia draped herself over him, utterly relaxed. Their bodies were still joined, and she moaned as he flexed inside her.

"Are you still against keeping the chair?" He breathed, and when she shook her head, he smiled in satisfaction. "Good, one never knows when we’d need to exercise on it again."

****

Mia’s eyes jolted open. Instead of staring at the familiar ceiling of her exercise room, she was met with a dirty, high brown ceiling that she was certain would drip water if it were to rain. She’d had a wonderful dream of her time with Neil on the electric rocking chair he’d bought for her after their marriage.

The dream had felt so real she’d almost forgotten about her ordeal in this cold, empty warehouse that smelled like urine and blood. How she wished she could go back to that day in the exercise room with her husband, to be in his strong arms and bask in the warmth of his presence. But reality sucked, and she was stuck in a place that made her nauseous and sick to the bone.

Unwilling to sit up from her lying position, Mia turned her head and glanced at the half-eaten plate of food. She hadn’t been able to eat, but she had managed to get Zephyr to eat a little before he’d fallen asleep in the afternoon. From the looks of it now, it was already night, and she still had no idea what her fate was or why she was kidnapped.

She was starving and tired. She craved her soft bed and a good sleep. She missed her husband so badly she felt like crying every time she thought about what he must be going through without her. She knew he wouldn’t be coping well without knowing where she was. And she knew it might take him some time to find them because, from their long drive, she could tell they were out of Mirage Mesa.

Suddenly feeling lonely in this cold place, Mia wrapped her arms around her stomach and allowed the tears she’d been fighting back to fall down her cheeks. She longed for her husband, craved his cooking and care, and most especially his warmth. How long would she be kept here before her kidnapper showed himself? How long would Zephyr hold on... Zephyr—she hadn’t checked on him since he had fallen asleep.

Before he’d fallen asleep in the afternoon, he’d kept her company by telling her how he’d met Neil in the military and what made him so loyal to him now. She hadn’t asked him, but he’d willingly begun to tell her, and she’d listened and even cried for him. He’d told her how his own mother had hated him for looking like his father, who had broken her heart by running off with another woman.

"She sent me to the military at a very young age to get rid of me," he’d told her with a smile. "She hated the sight of me to the extent she’d almost burned my face at some point. But I was grateful she finally decided to get rid of me because if she hadn’t, I fear I might have ended up hurting her myself. Life in the military hadn’t been easy because I was the quiet boy and people avoided me, thinking I was a creep."

Mia had listened to him with such attention that she’d sat in the corner.

"I remember the first day I met the boss, I knew immediately that I would follow him wherever he went and be loyal to him for the rest of my life."

"Why?" she had asked.

Zephyr had smiled bitterly and replied, "Because he saved my life. Back then, I was so young and believed the world was out to get me. I had no friends and got bullied by the seniors in camp. I got into a fight with a group of boys one day, and they ended up beating the shit outta me. I got a few broken bones and felt like a loser. I hated the world and everyone in it, then I decided to end my own life. I ran to the forest where we trained and hung a rope from a tree.

"But who would have thought the boss was casually sitting up there, secretly smoking on the tree? I was about to hang myself when I heard his voice from above. He said, ’You don’t want to do that, boy.’ I was so startled I thought the heavens were speaking to me."

Zephyr had smiled warmly as he spoke, as if remembering the day made him happy. Mia could tell it was a day he’d never forget.

"He talked me out of it, and you know what he did that made me swear my loyalty to him?"

"No. What did he do?"

"He went after those who had bullied me and beat them up one by one until he made sure they’d never cross me again. Since then, he said I could report to him if anybody else touched me in camp. From then on, I began to hang out with him and Sir Liam until now."

Zephyr’s story had touched Mia to tears, and it made her love her husband even more for changing the life of a boy. She silently promised to make sure Zephyr would be introduced to women. He deserved to be loved and have a family of his own, and she vowed to see that the walls he’d put up would break if they got out of here.

Now that she thought of him, she pushed herself off the ground to check up on him, as he’d been sleeping for quite a long time. She crawled towards him as her feet were still swollen. As he was lying on his good side, she couldn’t see his face.

Sitting beside him, Mia shook his shoulder. "Zephyr, get up so I can take a look at your wound."

Silence. He didn’t move or stir from her shaking. Mia’s brow furrowed. She sat on her knees and used her strength to pull him so he was lying on his back, but Mia froze at what she saw. Color drained from her face, and her palm grasped against her mouth.