Heart of Stone

by Dakota Willink

  “I – I already told you!” I stuttered, completely overwhelmed and half crazed with need.

  He gave my behind a light smack.

  “Stop being shy, damn it! I want to hear the words, Krystina. Where do you want it?” he demanded.

  I snapped, pure desperation forcing away all inhibition.

  “In my ass, Alex! Now!”

  Without delay, he pushed his thumb into my eagerly awaiting ass, satisfying my libidinous need. After a moment, he began to move, rewarding me with the tight sensation of being completely filled. He pounded into me repeatedly, his powerful drive matching the rhythm of his thumb. I met him thrust for thrust, pursuing the feel of my orgasm, not caring that I was supposed to keep still.

  “Give it to me, angel. Come for me.”

  “I’m almost there! Just don’t stop!”

  I was astoundingly aroused. The dual sensation made my vision hazy, like a high that I had never before experienced. A fire spread through every fiber of my being and I began to shake uncontrollably. My knees threatened to buckle as the orgasm crashed around me in an everlasting massive explosion. I cried out, the sound echoing off the shower walls, completely lost in the throes of my climax.

  Alexander stilled, allowing me a moment to catch my breath. Once I came down, I was able to feel his erection pulsing with unsatisfied need. I began to slowly move back and forth, milking his swollen cock with the quivering walls of my vagina.

  “No, fuck – Krystina!” Alexander gasped and took a step backward, his thumb and cock unexpectedly leaving me, making me feel shockingly empty. I turned around, half expecting to be chastised for moving to much, only to find him half slumped against the shower wall, his face pinched with torment.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “No condom,” he explained.

  Once again, I had carelessly forgotten.

  “Oh,” I said, feeling deflated.

  “Let’s move this party to the bedroom,” he said. His voice sounded strained as he reached to take my hand.

  I smiled coyly at him, a different solution to the problem presenting itself.

  “I have a better idea.”

  ****

  I watched Krystina come towards me, her eyes dark and smoldering with promise. She dropped to her knees, took the full weight of me in her hands, and wrapped her perfect lips around my cock. In an instant, any thoughts I had about taking her into the bedroom and tying her to my cross disappeared. I was surprised at how easily I allowed her to take control of the scene, but I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her.

  “Oh, angel…you do that so good,” I whispered. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed deeper into her throat.

  I glanced down, and found myself completely taken by the sight before me. Her normal mass of curls was plastered wet to her head, dripping water down her backside and over the curve of her ass. She was using one hand to brace her position by holding firmly onto my hip. The other hand was secured around the base of my cock, while she used her mouth to perform miracles of epic proportion. The vision she presented was hotter than all the flames in hell.

  She looked up at me, her eyes burning with a secret that only she had the key to, and I wanted nothing more than to unlock this woman’s mysteries. She pulled back and ran a torturous tongue over the length of my erection, never once breaking eye contact with me. Then she did it again and again, flicking her tongue over the sensitive tip after every swipe.

  I should punish her for that.

  She was deliberately teasing me, showing me that she was now the one in control. It was a bold power play on her part, but it made me want her even more. I had lost. I was without any defense. Relinquishing all control over to Krystina, I leaned my head back against the shower wall and moaned. I could feel her smile form over my dick. Triumphant in her victory, she tightened her suction around me once more.

  Her passion was unbreakable, taking me deep into the back of her throat over and over again. I was coming apart, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I palmed her forehead to steady her, forcing her to look up at me.

  “I’m going to come,” I warned her, my words sounding hoarse. “Its up to you whether or not you want it in your mouth.”

  She seemed to think about it for a brief moment, then without saying a word, she pulled back and began pumping me with her hand.

  Her movements were precise, fingers sliding deftly over the length of my shaft. A feeling of heightened awareness began to spread through me, intensifying the connection to the fiery woman that was on her knees before me. Then all at once, everything erupted into a moment of perfect clarity. Within seconds, my seed spurt out all over her chest, coating her nipples before being washed away by the water flow of the shower jets. It was a glorious sight to behold.

  Energy spent, I lowered to sit on the floor beside her. Together we slumped against the wall, both utterly sated.

  “That was pretty amazing,” she eventually said after we had caught our breaths. I reached up to push a wet lock of hair from her face and kissed her softly on the forehead.

  “You are amazing, Krystina. Just when I think I might be pushing your limits, you ask for more.”

  Her already flushed cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson, spreading to the tips of her ears. I could tell that she was remembering how she had practically begged me to put my thumb in her ass. I had to suppress a smile. Never did I think she’d be open to any sort of anal, at least not right away. Given Krystina’s limited experience, I figured it was something that I’d have to work up to eventually. But now that the door was opened, I found myself wondering if I had underestimated Krystina’s limits. Perhaps I could push her further than I had initially thought.

  “Don’t you ever run out of hot water?” she asked.

  “Tankless water heater. I have an unending supply.”

  “Brilliant,” she mused. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time I decide to shower here. But now, as much as it pains me to think about getting up from this floor, I really should be heading home. I never ended up texting Ally. My phone battery was dead.”

  “Well, if we stay here much longer, we’ll end up shriveled like prunes. Come on. Up you go,” I said, getting to my feet and pulling her up along side of me. I leaned down to kiss her softly, my lips molding seamlessly to hers. “Thank you for a perfect morning, Krystina.”

  “Mmm…,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around my neck. “It was kind of perfect, wasn’t it?”

  Her naked body pressed up against me, warm and slick with water from the shower that was still running. My dick twitched, preparing for round two.

  “We really have get out of this shower or I’ll never get any work done today,” I told her. After allowing us another moment amidst the steam, I reluctantly pulled away and shut off the shower valve. Reaching outside the stall, I retrieved a towel from a nearby bar and began to dry her from head to toe. She didn’t argue over my lavishing, for once accepting my painstaking efforts to take care of her.

  “I just remembered my clothes. Do you think Vivian has returned with them yet?” she asked.

  “It’s been well past an hour, so I’m sure you will find them in my room.”

  “Oh no!” she exclaimed, eyes suddenly filled with terror. “You don’t think she heard us, do you?”

  I chuckled at that.

  “You worry too much, Krystina.”

  The truth was, there was a very good chance that Vivian had heard us, but I wasn’t going to let Krystina stress about it. Vivian knew not to ask questions, so there was no real harm. But then again, I used to say that about the rest of my staff too, but they’ve all been full of second-guessing and scrutinizing stares as of late.

  Once we were both dressed, I grabbed my phone off the dresser and saw that I had a response from Laura regarding Boston.

  “It looks like I have to take an unexpected trip to Boston for a few days.”

  “Oh? What for?” Krystina asked offhandedly. I lo
oked up from reading the email and saw her standing in front of the full-length mirror that was in the corner of the room. She had removed a brush from her purse and was combing out her long mane of curls.

  “A friend of mine needs a favor. I’ll be speaking at a conference, which I’m sure will be dreadfully boring,” I paused as an idea came to mind. “Why don’t you come with me?”

  “Alex, I can’t go to Boston,” she said. “I have to work.”

  “I’m sure I could make a call to Walter and work something out.”

  She stopped brushing her hair and stared pointedly at me through the mirror.

  “No. Don’t you dare do any such thing!”

  “Okay,” I begrudgingly conceded, hands held up in surrender. “Have it your way. But if you aren’t willing to come with me, I do want you to stay the night with me again tonight.”

  “Again?”

  “Unconditional obedience,” I reminded her.

  She scowled.

  “We need to come to some sort of an agreement about that. I’m all for following orders in the bedroom, as I’ve recently discovered. However, it’s never going to work when it comes to the rest of my life. You can’t keep throwing the assumed unconditional obedience in my face.”

  I shook my head, frustrated that I was still failing miserably at managing a regular dominant and submissive relationship. If only Krystina understood what her obedience would get her. I was a man of means, and the world was at her fingertips.

  Why can’t she just accept what I have to offer?

  Knowing that I would get nowhere by snapping orders at her, I changed tactics. Walking over to where she was standing, I removed the brush from her hands and took over where she left off. I combed through her hair, smoothing out the tangles, appreciating the soft feel of the damp curls against my fingertips. I found that the simple act of brushing out Krystina’s hair to be surprisingly calming. I could only hope it was having the same effect on her.

  “I don’t want to fight. Just stay with me,” I eventually said after a few minutes. “I’m going to be away for a few days and I want to see you again before I go. It’s that simple.”

  She seemed to soften at that.

  “We’ll see. I’m not making any promises. I need to get home and touch base with real life for a minute before I can commit to staying here again.”

  “Alright. I’ll just sit here and twiddle my thumbs in anticipation of your answer,” I joked.

  “Oh stop that!” she laughed. The sound was thrilling to my ears. “Fine, I’ll stay. And, if it makes you happy, I’ll even pack an overnight bag.”

  I smiled wickedly, satisfied that I had gotten my way so easily.

  “Oh, but Miss Cole, now that you agreed to stay, I should warn you that you won’t be needing clothes for what I have in mind.”

  “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

  CHAPTER 33

  When I got home, I found Allyson standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips and eyes full of accusation.

  Shit.

  I had hoped that she would be at work, giving me time to avoid the inevitable for the afternoon at the very least. She was mad, and rightfully so.

  “Is your phone broken? I’ve been texting you since last night!” she snapped at me.

  “Sorry. My phone was dead and I didn’t have a charger on me.”

  Weak excuse, Cole. Real weak.

  “That sounds like something I would say, not you. Besides, remember our deal? No all-nighters? I was really worried, Krys!”

  I winced at her reminder, and a guilty stab of pain knifed at my gut. The last time one of us stayed out all night unannounced, disaster struck. I was living my darkest hour and needed Allyson desperately, but I didn’t know where to find her. After that night, we made a deal. Neither of us would stay out all night without letting the other one know where we were.

  “I know, I know – and I’m really sorry. I should have found some other way to reach you. I’ve just had a lot going on over the past few days. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

  “Yeah, right,” she harrumphed.

  “I apologized! I don’t know what else to say, Ally. I didn’t intend to stay out all night”

  “For starters, where in the hell have you been?”

  “With Alexander,” I said with an air of nonchalance.

  Her hands that had still been planted firmly on her hips fell to her sides. Her jaw dropped open, and she began mouthing words that wouldn’t come out. For once, I had made her speechless, and her disbelieving stare made me laugh.

  “Oh no – don’t laugh,” she said, shaking her head back and forth. “We never finished our talk from the other night. I mean, I don’t want to keep being all mother hen-like, but I don’t think Alexander Stone is the kind of guy you want to tango with.”

  “It’s fine, Ally. I can handle him,” I told her confidently. “Just let me go change into comfy clothes and then I’ll tell you everything. Okay?”

  “Now that I know that you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere, a few details would be nice.”

  I ignored her sarcastic comment and retreated to my bedroom to get more comfortable. Wally’s clothes two days in a row sucked, even if Alexander did have them laundered. I quickly changed into sweats and came back out into the kitchen. Allyson had made coffee and pulled out cinnamon rolls for us to eat.

  “Oh, no. I’ll take the coffee, but I can’t eat that. I’m still full from this morning,” I told her. She eyed me suspiciously, forcing me to explain further. “Alexander made breakfast.”

  “Oh?” she asked, cocking up one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “So he cooks?”

  “No, not really. Just breakfast. But hang on – let me backtrack to the beginning.”

  I poured myself a cup of coffee and went on to tell her the interesting tale of Alexander Stone. It was a difficult story to tell, as I had to leave out a certain amount of sensitive information. When I was finished, Allyson had a look about her that said she wasn’t satisfied with what I had to say.

  “That’s it?” she said. It was like she could see right through me, reminding me of her canny ability to read between the lines. I tried to be more convincing.

  “There’s really not much more to it.”

  Liar!

  My pestering angel was back and she was frowning her disapproval.

  “What about that whole Dominant thing?” Allyson asked.

  “Oh, that!” I feigned innocence. “He only meant that he had a dominant sort of personality.”

  She looked at me with troubled eyes, forcing me to look away. I began stirring my coffee needlessly with a spoon.

  “Are you sure that it’s smart to get into a relationship with someone like that?” she asked quietly after a few moments.

  “I know what you’re thinking, but I assure you that it’s fine. I like him,” I paused, suddenly realizing exactly how much I liked being with Alexander. Uneasiness sprang into my chest and I looked warily at Allyson. “I like him a lot actually. But I won’t let myself get in too deep. Besides, he knows where I stand on this. I flat out told him that he was not allowed to control my life and that I wanted to keep things with us casual. I’m proud of who I am now and I won’t jeopardize that. You don’t have to worry.”

  “I can’t help it. I watched you go through hell and back, Krys. I mean, the flashbacks that I had this morning when I saw that you never came home…” she trailed off for a minute, eyes looking far away. “It was insane. I kept picturing you in that damn hospital bed with your ribs all taped up. I don’t want to see a repeat of that. Ever.”

  Torment over the terrible memories made her voice crack and almost brought me to tears. It pulled at my heart and brought forth my own painful recollections. However, I couldn’t allow myself get lost in the past.

  Not anymore.

  “Do you remember our last talk? You said to let go and have a little fun, remember?” I reminded her. “Well, I realized that it was time to take your advice. I c
an’t dwell on the past or worry about what may or may not happen in the future. In fact, when I see myself in the future, do you know what I see? My mother. I love her, but I don’t want to be her. My scars have made me bitter for far too long. I need to focus on the present, live for today, and take it as it comes.”

  Her face noticeably softened at my words. And while I may have only given her a half-truth about Alexander, I meant every word about putting the past behind me.

  “That’s probably the best thing I’ve heard you say in a long time,” Allyson said. Her eyes shined with tears as she stood up to hug me. “I guess if you’re happy, then I’m happy. It’s good that you’re ready to move on. I don’t mean to sound like I’m trying to stop you. I worry though, you know. Just try and be careful, promise?”

  I blinked back my own threatening tears. However, they weren’t caused by sadness, but from joy. I was so glad to have her as my friend, knowing that I could count on her no matter what.

  “I promise,” I said, hugging her in return. Pulling away before things got too out of control mushy, I asked her the question that had been on my mind since I got home. “So, how come you’re not working today?”

  “Photo shoot in Paris came up unexpectedly,” she said, sitting back down. “Today is considered a travel day, so I don’t have to go into the office. My flight leaves at five o’clock this evening.”

  “Paris!” I screeched. “That’s so exciting! When do you get back?”

  “Late Thursday night…sometime around midnight I think. But the nice thing is that I get to take off on Friday and enjoy a long weekend.”

  “I’m off on Friday too. The only thing that I have going on is a good-bye party at Murphy’s in the evening. In fact, you should come. You know most everyone from Wally’s. Plus, Alex might be there and you could meet him.”

  “Count me in. I’m anxious to meet this mystery man of yours,” she said with a wink. “But lets plan something for the afternoon too.”

  “We could do a spa day,” I suggested.

  “That’s a great idea! We haven’t done that in ages!”