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This
is the ADULT version of Part 18
Part
18
As far as the outside world were
concerned Adam spent the next three days getting to grips with
a sword Duncan had given him, and talking to all the members of
the Dividing. There were several exhibitions of the `new' Immortal's
untrained prowess with the weapon, for the benefit of the Watchers,
as well as some fairly unsubtle hints about Madi's interest in
him. When they weren't showing their shadows what they wanted
seen, the group were congratulating themselves and revelling in
the new openness they could show around Methos.
When Madi took Adam aside when
she, Duncan and he, were practising in the woods, and proceeded
to passionately kiss him for several minutes, his Watcher was
not particularly surprised. The man wrote it down in his note
book with a small smile on his face. It was now time for the final
stage of the operation.
That evening, Methos climbed
into Madelaine's car instead of his own and the drove to her apartment.
For full view of the cameras, when they climbed out of the vehicle
she took him by the hand and led him to the entrance. When the
curtains closed the Watcher below decided he knew exactly what
was going on.
"Alone at last," Adam
said as they shut out the outside world, "com'ere."
He pulled Madi into his arms
as if his life depended on her and his fingers entwined in her
hair. It had seemed like they were apart for such a long time,
even though it had only been days. Their bodies pressed against
each other with very real passion and the kiss was far more desperate
than the one they had so carefully staged for the world. The blonde
woman's nails clawed at her lover's clothes and he moaned at the
sensation.
"Want to move into the bedroom?"
Methos asked with one eyebrow raised as he took a moment to just
pull back.
"Well the carpet's kind
of hard on the rump," his companion returned with a smile,
"but whatever turns you on is fine by me."
The brought a wicked grin from
Adam as a few images ran through his head. They'd talked about
certain fantasies before and Madi wondered what was going through
his head this time.
"How do you fancy being
a love slave," he enquired mischievously.
"Anything for you, Master,"
was her reply and she dramatically draped herself over him.
That made both of them laugh,
but it didn't stop Methos from sweeping the quite petite woman
into his arms. The bedroom would be much more comfortable and
he kicked the door open with one foot. He placed her on the bed
and she just lay there, looking up at him with big soulful eyes.
She'd chosen a front button skirt and top for her outfit today
and this was perfect as far as her lover was concerned.
"Just relax," he said
quietly.
One by one he unfastened each
attachment, starting at the neck line with the blouse and the
bottom with the skirt. He left the material draped over her shapely
legs and the waist band still done up, but continued his attentions
on the cotton top. He couldn't keep the twinkle out of his eyes
when he revealed to the room that Madi had chosen not to wear
anything under the material today. She closed her eyes and pushed
her head back as he ran his hands up her sides and then brought
them to rest cupped gently over her breasts. His thumbs circled
slowly as ever so gently his forefingers brushed her nipples.
Madi let out little sighs as shots of pleasure danced around her
body.
He pushed the material away from
her shoulders and left trails of little kissed in it's wake. One
arm slowly reached under her back and carefully lifted her off
the bed slightly, allowing him room to remove the loose blouse
completely. She just lay there, under his tender care, as he played
the master.
Much to her surprise he did not
remove her skirt next, he just slowly parted the material. She
could feel the gentle throbbing at her centre become more pronounced
as his careful ministrations caused more than a little anticipation.
When his fingers hooked over the elastic of her white, rosebud
covered panties, it was all she could do not to throw herself
at him. He smiled at the look of want in her eyes, but he knew
she would not move to help - in this game it was his turn to do
all the work.
She was not expecting his next
move either, and hadn't noticed what his sharp eyes had found
when they entered the room. As he discarded her underwear to the
corner of the room, leaving her nestled in the soft material of
her skirt he moved back to her upper body. He ran his finger along
the length of her arms and very gently took hold of both wrists.
He pushed them up above her head and held them with one hand as
the other fished for something on the floor. As it came back with
the belt from her towelling bath robe her eyes twinkled.
So he wanted to play it that
way. She just stared up at him supplicatingly as he proceed to
tie her hands to the iron wrought bedstead. He gently stroked
the inside of her arms and down her sides once more, before standing
up and stepping away from the bed. He was still fully clothed,
and with the grace of a dancer, started to strip for her.
He certainly knew what to take
off when. As he undid the belt of his trousers and just the button
at the top, pulling his shirt out and leisurely unfastening it,
Madi found herself straining against her bonds. She relaxed back
as soon as she realised she was doing it, but the wicked grin
on Methos' face showed her he'd noticed. He seemed to peel off
each layer with agonising slowness, and his lover's body was aching
by the time he actually got around to taking off his jeans.
The black briefs he wore hid
very little and it gave Madi a little satisfaction that she was
not the only one who was definitely aroused. She gave an encouraging
little twist of her hips when he suddenly just stopped moving
and let his eyes run all over her body. Methos was definitely
not averse to teasing his lover somewhat, even though he knew
he'd pay for it later, and he still took his time.
He wandered around the bed a
few time, still in his underwear, and took in the sight of her
from all angles. Then in one quick move he removed the briefs
and dropped them to the floor. Madi was so aroused she couldn't
stifle the moan that escaped her lips.
"What will you do for me?"
he asked seductively as he slowly sat down on the edge of the
bed, almost within reach but refusing to touch her.
"Anything," she said,
her voice full of desire, and she truly meant it.
His hand ran up the inside of
her leg slowly and she shivered in pleasure. He pushed he knees
apart gently and carefully climbed onto the bed. The outside of
his thighs rubbed the inside of hers as he bent over her, his
body millimetres from touching hers.
"Do you want me?" he
whispered.
"Yes," was the breathless
reply.
Madelaine had no qualms about
letting him dominate her, they often played this game the other
way around, and it worked just as well both ways as far as she
was concerned. Just the lightest touch of his skin was enough
to draw a delighted gasp from her mouth.
He lowered himself slowly, showing
just how much strength was is his wiry frame, and he slid against
her with tantalising restraint. Her knees came up to brush his
sides, and her eyes pleaded with him to complete what he had started.
She would not speak, in this scenario it was not her place, but
quite frankly she was begging with every other means she had.
The desire was hot in Methos'
eyes as well, and he kissed her firmly. She tried to push against
him, but he wouldn't let her get too close. He was in control
and things would happen when he chose, not that he could wait
much longer himself. His teeth nibbled at her bottom lip gently
and her tongue dart out to taste him. His was just as he let the
tip of his meet hers that he finally pushed downwards into her
and the kiss was lost as her back arched and her head went back.
After the anticipation it was
incredible to feel him within her and she pushed back hard, trying
to claim as much of him as possible. He pulled back only slightly
before driving into her again and making her cry out with pleasure.
Methos had had plenty of practice in the art of driving a woman
to distraction, and he gave her everything he knew. Their bodies
parted and came together in a slow, seemingly perpetual rhythm,
as again and again he pushed against her centre.
Each time she came closer to
the edge, and she could feel him straining to keep control of
his own passion. Her back arched and his hands slipped underneath,
drawing them closer together. Gradually his thrusts became more
eager and she began to unconsciously strain against the towelling
belt that held her hands. She wanted to hold him, and yet at the
same time, the way she had no means to free herself made this
all the more exciting.
She knew she was going to loose
it the moment he pulled away the last time, and the tension in
her body told Methos as much. As he pushed down, she pushed up
and they came together with an explosive force. She almost screamed
at the shuddering spasms which took her body, and seconds later
her lover buried his face in her shoulder taken by his own orgasm
which hers had triggered.
He was still shaking as they
slowly relaxed onto the bed and she made a small metal note to
sew the button back onto her skirt. The garment was still under
her, it was just no longer around her. Methos didn't make a move
to get off her, but he did reach for the knot in the belt that
held her. As it came undone she smiled at him and just wound herself
around him like a limpet.
"I hope you didn't let go
completely just then," she said with a wicked smile that
far surpassed the one he had shown her earlier, "because
I think it's pay-back time."
"Oh really," he whispered,
"that sounds like fun."
Methos the Immortal had a secret
that not many people knew: he was the master of the multiple orgasm.
Well he had had plenty of years to practice.
When they'd finally had enough
of exploring each other bodies they decided it was time to make
sure the Watcher in the parking lot below was sure that Adam had
become part of the Dividing. A small display of exchanging Quickenings
next to the closed curtains meant that the poor man actually got
to see something. The blue flashed were duly noted and it was
at that point that the cold, tired individual decided to go home.
Now holding Madi close and pushing
part of his own Quickening at her was a most exhilarating experience
as far as Methos was concerned, but it had one draw back. Both
of them looked at each other and found a renewed eagerness to
find out exactly what made the other go `ahhh', but unfortunately
neither had the energy to follow through.
"I hope they appreciate
what we've done for their benefit," Methos said lightly as
he watched the car drive away. "I have these wild urges,
but I think I'll be asleep before my head hits the pillow."
"Well there's always tomorrow
morning, darling," Madi said with a smile, and the pair half
carried each other back to the bed.
For once Adam's prediction was
completely accurate. He was asleep in seconds and his lover just
brushed a stray hair out of his face and kissed him good night.
End
of Part 18
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