Stone Shattered (The Stone Book 1)

by Renee Harless

  As he places the toys into his pocket, I stare at his gorgeous face. Reaching forward with his free hand he pulls my face into a heartbreakingly sensual kiss and I aim to push all of my love and desire in return. With his other hand, he extends forward and thrusts his fingers into my core, triggering me to whimper at his perusal. His fingers stroke back and forth, crooking every few moments causing my body to shake with pleasure. All too soon, he releases me from his grasp and I stand in place panting. Behind hooded eyes, I see Alex walk over to the coffee table and grab the leather chastity belt.

  Coming back to where I wait, he kneels on the floor saying, “Spread your legs.”

  He slides the straps around my legs, adjusting the leather and I hear the faint sound of a lock in the background.

  As Alex stands up to face me he asks, “Is this ok? Is it uncomfortable?”

  I tug my skirt down and complete a few paces in my office.

  “No it feels fine. I need to leave for my meeting,” I state.

  “I know,” he says as he pulls me into a simmering kiss. “I will see you at home, love.”

  Rooted to my spot I stand in awe as he exits completely unaffected. Annie walks in a split second later to join me in the conference room.

  As I present the final round of advertising campaigns to the vodka clients, I can’t help but notice the stares from the men in the room. Questioning myself I ask, Do they know that I am wearing a leather chastity belt? Do they know what I was doing in my office only minutes ago? Do they know that this necklace symbolizes a collar in my arrangement? I am so uneasy in this moment from my lack of release at Alex’s exit, that I am confusing my thoughts. They are most likely staring at the storyboard to my right.

  “Gentlemen, can I answer any questions for you regarding the campaign?” I inquire.

  The leader of the client group speaks up, “Ms. Winston, this is superb work. We are all very pleased with your concepts and look forward to releasing the final aspects of the campaign. We have already seen an increase in sales since we began working with you.”

  While he speaks, I gently rock back and forth on my heels, creating any sort of friction against the belt.

  Taking a deep breath, I concentrate on my words and reply, “That is excellent news, Mr. Jones. I hope that you continue to see success with these campaigns and hire us for any future endeavors. Before we part, I need you to sign these finalized papers, then we can get started towards the end.”

  After signing, we all exit the conference room and Annie walks with me back to the office.

  “Mallory, are you ok?” she asks. “Your face was beet red through the entire presentation.”

  I feel embarrassed that I was so easy to read. I hope no one else could tell what I was craving.

  Trying to contain my mortification I lie, “Annie, I’m fine. I think I just ate something funny for lunch. Why don’t you head home? We can work on these small changes tomorrow.”

  “That sounds great. I have to get ready for dinner with the future in-laws,” she says as she makes a horrified face. I chuckle at her reaction because she adores her soon to be mother-in-law; she may even like her better than her actual mother.

  Exiting my office building an hour later, I step up to my car and observe that placed in my seat is a large envelope with handwriting I don’t recognize. Swiftly messaging Alex, I ask if he has left me a note in my car. Alarmed when he says he hasn't he tells me that I shouldn’t open the envelope until we have Gregory close by.

  I rush home through traffic, terrified of the stalker targeting me at work and I forget about the chastity belt that I am wearing. As I exit the main elevator on the floor where Gregory lives, an ashen faced Alex and an angry Gregory instantly greet me.

  With malice in his voice Gregory announces, “I am so sorry, Ms. Winston. I had thought we had a hold of this already.”

  Turning to Alex, I try to calm him down.

  “Alex, it will be ok. I have you to protect me.”

  My words seem to snap him out of his trance and he pulls me into his arms, not saying anything, just resting his head on top of my own. I toss the envelope towards Gregory so that he can open the letter and I wrap my arms around Alex.

  “Ms. Winston, I will take this straight to the police. Did you want to see it?”

  “No, I don’t. Is it bad? Worse than the others?”

  Peeking at the letter again Gregory stutters, “It’s, um, descriptive, miss.”

  “Oh.”

  “And this one seems to focus on Mr. Stone as well. The police don’t seem to believe me, but I don’t think this crime and the terrorizing of your home are related.”

  “Why would you think that? Are two people after me now?”

  “I’m not sure, ma’am, but because I am not a part of the government security here in the United States, I don’t have the right to join into an investigation. I’m sorry, Ms. Winston, but I have to leave this all up to the police.” I stare at Gregory confused. Noticing my bewilderment, he carries on, “Mallory, if it were up to me, I would take you back to England so that we can protect you there and I can participate in the investigation.”

  A spurt of optimism flashes across my visage and my thoughts travel. Maybe Alex will ask me to go home with him in a few weeks. Could I leave my job and family? Do I trust and love him enough to do that?

  I plant a cheeky smile on my face remembering what I have on under my clothes and speak to Alex, “Well, that is a shame now isn’t it.” I grab Alex's tie and begin to tug him from Gregory’s entryway persisting, “If you don’t mind, Mr. Stone, we need to finish our discussion from earlier today.”

  Alex is quietly trailing behind me with his hands on my hips while I have his tie in my hand, over my shoulder.

  “And what discussion do we need to complete, Ms. Winston?” he murmurs into my ear as I press the button to the elevator and linger for the car that leads us to Alex’s penthouse. Patiently waiting, Alex stands up against me, methodically rubbing circles along my hips bones, brushing just above the leather straps of the belt. Once the elevator arrives, I step into the cart, turn, and jerk Alex’s tie so that he must fall against me.

  Answering his previous question I respond, “The one discussing my virtue, Mr. Stone.” As he tumbles into me, he pursues my lips in a demanding kiss. We are lucky that not one else will be using this elevator as Alex has my hands held into his, pressed into the wall above my head. He grinds his erection into me, but I can only feel the force through his belt. Once the car stops on our floor, Alex beckons me to exit first.

  “Ms. Winston, please go wait for me,” Alex instructs as he begins un-doing his tie.

  Taking that as my cue, I head off towards the bedroom and do as he commands. He struts into the room ten minutes later, twirling a thin chain. As I remain in position, he stands in front of me and clips the chain to my necklace. It’s a leash. I should feel humiliated, but instead I feel proud, magical, as if he is claiming me for his own. Alex yanks lightly on the leash, causing a metallic sound to echo in the large room.

  Lifting my head up from my position, he smiles and declares, “Lovely. Come. You may walk.” Following his footsteps, we enter kitchen and he goes on, “You have done wonderfully with the belt, Ms. Winston. I plan to take it off soon, but not yet.”

  Pausing for a few minutes, looking in the fridge, he pulls out an array of sushi that must have been delivered from the restaurant up the street.

  Turning to me expectantly he asks, “How does sushi sound for dinner?”

  “Scrumptious.”

  “Good. Go lie on the dining room table.” At my hesitation he tugs the leash so I stand face to face with him. “Ms. Winston?” he questions in his dominating demeanor.

  “Are, uh, you expecting guests? I’m not sure how I feel…”My sentence ends abruptly when he reaches up to gently stroke my face.

  “Ms. Winston,” he says, "though it would be incredibly erotic to share you as the tray for a meal with others, I will always a
sk your permission. I had already assumed you would be uncomfortable submitting to be in public. Perhaps one day.”

  “Thank you, sir, but I don’t think I will do it publically, ever.”

  “Very well, go now.”

  Holding the chain in my left hand, I walk into the dining room to display myself. As I present my body on the table, I take the time to look at the leash Alex has provided. The handle piece is a series of beads that attach to a loop with a hook a quarter of the way up the chain. During my scrutiny, Alex strides in carrying the box of sushi, a bottle of plum wine, and two glasses.

  “You must stay still, Mallory, but first, I need to remove your clothes and belt,” he says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small key that matches the tiny lock on the side of my belt. At the leathers removal Alex asks, “Do you need to use the rest room, Ms. Winston?”

  Humiliated by his question I utter, “Uh, yes I do.”

  “Very well, go, remove your gown, and then return here.”

  I rush to the powder room, relieve myself, and then come back to the dining room, holding my leash in my left hand. In front of a patient Alex, I stand still and hold out my hand carrying the chain. Taking the leash from me, he asks me to turn around and to grab my ankles. Not sure what he has in store for me, I bend down reluctantly. Not soon enough, his fingers slide over my wet core and I whimper in my throat, hoping he doesn’t hear. Continuing to rub the lubricant back and forth over my core, he moves his strokes to my behind, over the entrance. Once he feels it is sufficiently greased, he positions the leash in front of me and places it between my legs. Unfastening the latch creating the loop on the end, he inserts each bead slowly into my anal cavity. As each bead pushes the first deeper and deeper inside, I moan in delight. The feeling is indescribable.

  When Alex is satisfied with the leashes placement, he tenderly rubs a hand over my spine and speaks, “You may stand, Ms. Winston. Please position yourself on the table. You will have to lie still once I begin.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I use a chair as a stool and arrange myself flat onto the table. All of my movements cause the beads to slide back and forth, sending sparks to my lower belly, igniting the blaze. Pleased with my position on top of the table, Alex begins to strategically place pieces of sashimi rolls along my body. Two rows of six lay across my chest and stomach, four on each leg, one on each shoulder, one in the hollow of my neck, and one placed at the lowest part of my mound.

  “Ms. Winston, as much as I am going to enjoy dinner, I am very much looking forward to dessert.”

  So am I, I say to myself.

  Alex doesn’t use any utensils to eat his meal; he leans over my body and picks up each piece with his mouth. My body flinches each time his mouth touches me, causing the beads inside me to move. For every two pieces he eats, he offers me one as well. Declining, I have lost my appetite for food; I only hunger for him. The inferno inside me is so turbulent; I fear I will detonate at any moment. Once Alex has finished all of the sushi on my body, paying close attention to the final two pieces on the hollow of my neck and on my mound, he pours a small glass of wine.

  Taking a quick sip, he hums in his mouth.

  “This is delightful, Ms. Winston. Would you like some?”

  “Yes, please, sir.”

  He takes a small sip and leans over my mouth to deliver the cold liquid through a kiss.

  Swallowing the chilled liquid I moan aloud, causing Alex to respond, “That good, Ms. Winston?”

  “Yes, sir. It’s the best I’ve had.”

  “Indeed, perhaps you would like to meet the winemakers. I am friends with the couple that made this, but we can discuss that later.” Before I have a chance to react Alex takes the bottle and pours a small amount of the wine into my navel. It is cold and I jerk to the side spilling the liquid onto the table.

  “Shame, Shame, Ms. Winston. You need to stay still. You are causing a mess.”

  “I was startled by the temperature, sir.”

  “Ah I see. Too cold? Perhaps I can fix that.”

  Alex pours another small amount into my navel and presses his tongue into the tiny pool of wine, lapping it up. My reflexes take over and my body twitches uncontrollably. Placing both of his hands on my hips, he attempts to hold me still. My leg, nevertheless, bends up to create some sort of movement for the beads.

  “Darling, is it too much?” Alex groans.

  Quickly becoming delirious with the need for release I whimper, “Soon, sir. Please, soon.”

  Alex helps me to sit up on the table, which only causes the beads to create more sparks for the flame. Standing across from me, Alex stares into my eyes and I see the desire that swiftly builds in his eyes, match my own. Our irises have both turned a startling shade of dark brown and hunter green, both almost black.

  Reaching forward, Alex gently strokes his thumbs across my face, searching for an answer in my eyes. Assuming he saw what he hoped, something crosses Alex’s eyes, and in this moment, I see Alex release me from his submission. He sees me as a partner. He wants me longer then the time we have remaining. I can see when the realization crosses his face. His expression hardens, but only in yearning for me. He grips the leash and jerks the portion connected to the collar, causing my head to pull towards his face. Meeting me halfway in a passion-filled kiss, his hand immediately reaches farther forward, tangling his fingers into my hair. Alex tilts my head to the side and uses this leverage to explore my mouth with his tongue. Stepping back from the table, Alex hurriedly removes his clothes in haste. Swiftly catching my lips in another passionate kiss, he leans me back against the table. Alex follows his own movements and soon we are both lying on the dining room table.

  Alex sits up momentarily while continuing to grind his hips along mine.

  “You give yourself so freely to me. You are more than I could have asked for in a submissive and a lover. What do you want, Mallory?”

  I reply in staggered words as I kiss along his neck and shoulders, “I. Want. You. Alex. Always. Forever.”

  A moan breaks free from his lips at my words and he seals our lips again in a fervent kiss. His erection slides into me slowly, penetrating my womb ever so smoothly. With each inch he glides in, I feel the beads move around in my other entrance. The pleasure is becoming too much, too quickly. The combination of his earlier retreat in my office, forcing me to wear the belt, and his invitation to act as his dinner serving dish have rapidly engulfed my core in a wildfire.

  “Alex, please, sir, faster,” I scream as I am becoming delirious from my need.

  Leaning up on his hands, he cocks his eyebrow at me and bites his lip.

  Smirking at me he murmurs, “I don’t think so.”

  Bending forward to catch my lips in another kiss, he begins to massage one of my breasts. As my fire continues to burn, I instinctively wrap my legs around Alex’s waist. This position helps to rocket me forward as his hips brush against my mound, grazing my clit. My body is standing on the cliff, ready to jump when Alex abruptly stops. He sits up onto his heels and pulls out of me.

  Gently grabbing my knees, he lifts my legs back and delicately pulls out each of the beads. I bite my lip to hold back my orgasm and moan at every beads exit. The sensation is exquisite. After completely relieving my rosette of the metallic beads, Alex unhooks the leash from my collar and tosses the lead onto the hardwood floor while stepping off from the table.

  A dismissal was not what I expected and my fire extinguishes immediately at his exit. I sit up and look at him from my perch on the table while he stands contemplating his next move. Something has changed, though I am not sure what. Alex turns around at a snail’s pace, looks into my eyes and gingerly holds out his hand, not asking me to join him, but asking for permission. I place my hand in his and he heaves me from my spot on the table.

  In a flash, he is walking us towards his bedroom. Once I have placed a foot inside the suite he slams the door shut and twirls me towards him, pressing my back against the now closed do
or. While Alex searches my face with his golden eyes, he is wrapping my hair around his wrist. He yanks my hair gently, forcing me to tilt my head up, crashing his lips against my own. Of their own free will, my arms reach up and around Alex’s neck. My body has taken over and my mind lies dormant in an oversexed state. Letting my fingers tangle in Alex’s hair, I massage small circles onto his scalp with my nails. Alex’s hands begin sliding down my back and over my behind, resting on the back of my thighs. Sensing my need to be closer, Alex lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist. His hands move back up to my waist and he instinctively probes my entrance with his erection. My hands tighten in his hair as he pulls me down to thrust inside. The feeling of his deep intrusion illicit an incredible sensation and a moan escapes from my lips onto his.

  “Fuck, baby,” Alex groans as he rests his forehead against my own.

  We haven’t begun moving, but we are both breathing heavily. Staring at each other, desire and want flash across both of our eyes.

  Madness takes over and we both engage in a fanatical and hot-blooded kiss. I use the muscles in my legs to stay wrapped around Alex and he uses the wall as leverage to thrust back and forth, placing one arm against the door and the other wrapped around my chest and back. My hands move back and forth across his chest, back, and neck. All too soon, we both dissolve in an explosion of colors. Before I slip into a state of unconsciousness, Alex turns us around and places us on the bed.

  “I am nowhere near done with you yet, Mallory,” he states as he flashes a cocky grin and pulls me on top of him. Positioning me above him, he juts his hips upward as he pushes me down by my hips. My hands stretch toward Alex’s chest and I rest them there with my arms extended. I begin to rock against him, using his chest as to control my movements and soon Alex removes his hands from my waist giving me the go ahead to continue the movements at my pace. His hands travel upward to massage my breasts and as he pinches each of my nipples, I tilt my head back and release a deep and husky moan. Needing to intensify the connection, Alex soon begins to thrust upward again, meeting my pace.

  “I’m close,” he says through gritted teeth.