Stoned (The Stone Series)

by Berry, Kitty

  “Yes, my step brother, Ryan Westcott.”

  “Oh, fuck me. That fucking mother fucking cock sucker. Mac! Sydney, I gotta go, stay with Jonesie baby, he’ll keep you safe until I get there. Now put him back on the phone for me. I’ll be home soon.”

  Jonesie takes the phone and brings it to his ear, turning off the speakerphone. As we step out of the elevator and into Damian’s apartment I hear Jonesie say, “Yes sir. I understand. We’ll take care of them both” before he hangs up with Damian.

  Jonesie escorts me into the apartment and asks if there’s anything I need but I just shake my head. I’m starting to go into shock, I’m cold. Jonesie lifts me in his arms and starts to carry me to the couch but I ask if he thinks Damian would mind if I went in his bed. He turns and heads down the hall to the master bedroom. He opens Damian’s door and places me gently on the bed. I smile and thank him. He hands me my stuffed puppy from Damian which I clutch to my body. He must have picked him up off the street. I dropped him when Mark grabbed me.

  “Do you want me to stay in here with you until Mr. Stone returns?”

  “No, I’ll be okay now that I’m here. You’ll stay in the apartment though, right?”

  “Of course. You’re safe with me. No worries, okay?”

  “Okay, and Jonesie, thank you for saving me.”

  “My pleasure Ms. Cooper.”

  “Sydney, please call me Sydney” I request and Jonesie just nods and smiles at me.

  I must have fallen asleep not too long after that because the next thing I know I feel Damian’s body wrapping itself around mine and I smell his scent on my skin, my uncontrollable crying starts up again but for the first time in hours I feel warm. I turn my body so I am in his arms burying my face in his chest. As I take a deep breath and inhale his special Damian smell from his body he does the same to my hair. He pulls me back by the face to look at me.

  “Oh, baby. I hate seeing you cry. Don’t cry. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Shhh.” He soothes me over and over until finally my uncontrollable sobs cease. “I know this isn’t the best time for this but you must tell me about your step brother and what happened right now. Please trust me on this, it’s important.”

  “Okay” I agree. “It’s hard though so give me a second. I have never told anyone about this before. My parents don’t even know. Robert, his father, he figured it out but he’s still married to my mother and that’s why I’ve cut off all ties with her. She doesn’t even know where I live. My father updates her once a month to let her know that I’m okay. She agreed to this when I left for New York. She and I had had a rough few years and I think she just didn’t know what else to do.”

  “Do you think she suspected anything or that Robert maybe told her?” he asks.

  “No, Robert gave me money; lots of it to keep my mouth shut and not tell my mother. I didn’t want it. I’ve never used it, not even to pay my college loans. Please don’t think I’m after your money. Don’t think that I’m a gold digger and took money from my rich step father and now I’m trying to get money from you. It’s never been about that.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. I know you don’t want my money. Baby, shh. Don’t. I know, okay, I know.”

  “When did Ryan attack you the first time? How old were you?”

  “My freshman year of high school. It was 2005 and I was thirteen. I didn’t turn fourteen until that December. My mother had been dating these younger guys and she finally had a boyfriend who was her own age. I liked Robert. He was rich, I wasn’t used to that but he was always nice to me. My dad’s a cop and my mom’s a professor so I was never spoiled but then Robert came along and bought my mom and me nice things, I liked it. My mother and I moved in with him pretty soon after they started dating. The house was new and big and fancy. We had a pool and my room had its own bathroom in it.”

  “Honey, you were still a child, it’s normal to have been excited over those things. It was all new to you.”

  I continue, “Ryan had gotten into trouble at school for drinking and was thrown out of his dorm so he came to live with us. He kept to himself at first and I hardly knew he was there. He was nineteen or twenty years old and I remember thinking he was so good looking and cool. I was nervous whenever he was around; I acted like a little girl with a crush. I loved when he had his friends over; I used to spy on them when they smoked on the side of the house. They all had that bad boy charm that sends girls into a frenzy.” I sigh and Damian kisses my forehead urging me to continue. “Then one night my mother and Robert went out and left me home alone. Ryan must have come home after I went up to bed. I heard my bedroom door open and I thought it was my mother coming to check on me. I remember smelling the smoke in the air.”

  To this day the smell of smoke brings terror to my heart. Just thinking about him brings back the smell and I start to cough through my tears.

  “I remember looking up and seeing Ryan standing over my bed. He didn’t say a word to me but he had this look in his eyes and it scared me. He ripped the blankets off of me and I noticed that he was standing there with it in his hand. I had never seen one before and I thought maybe he was sleepwalking. I started to yell his name to wake him up but he yelled at me. “Shut the fuck up. No one is home to hear you” he said.”

  I put my hands over my face and start to cry again. Damian removes my hands and starts to kiss the tears as they fall from my eyes. He kisses my nose and my eyelids then very softly he kisses my mouth. It gives me the strength to continue.

  “I was scared and didn’t know what to do so I listened to him and kept quiet. He climbed on top of me and yanked my panties down; I knew what he was going to do then. I think I tried to beg him to stop, I don’t remember but I do remember that he told me to stop being a baby.”

  Damian places his soft palm on my face and just holds it there as if he can erase the pain Ryan caused all those years ago.

  “He said he had seen the way I had been looking at him. He told me he knew I wanted him to fuck me. I told him I didn’t. I told him that I was a virgin. He said, “Good to know, haven’t had one of those in ages.” He pulled his shirt over his head and shoved it under me. I didn’t know why he was doing that.”

  “So you wouldn’t bleed on your sheets when he took your virginity that sick motherfucker. How could he have done that to you?”

  “He told me it was so I wouldn’t bleed when he popped my cherry. I had no idea what that even meant. I barely knew what it meant to have sex. I was kind of a late bloomer I guess. I was shy and didn’t have a lot of friends to talk to about that sort of stuff and my mother...” I trail off.

  “Then what happened baby? Tell me. It’s okay. You can do it” Damian calmly encourages me.

  “It was my fault, I did like him. I had a stupid crush on him, my own step brother, what was wrong with me? He was right, I must have been sending him signals or something.”

  “Stop right now. You know that’s not true. You were a child he was older than you. He knew what he was doing was wrong. You were acting like every normal little girl would. At that age a crush on a step brother you just met isn’t wrong, it’s just immature and what little girls do. You did not ask for it Sydney, he raped you.”

  “I know, I know, you’re right. He raped me, he raped me and I screamed because it hurt so much but it only made him move into me harder and faster so I did my best to just lie there and let him do it. I remember thinking he’d get tired at some point and leave me alone. I didn’t really understand why he would finish, you know? I didn’t get the whole orgasm thing. When he did he asked if I was happy that he gave me what I wanted. He told me not to tell anyone. Then he said… “Sleep tight” and left my room. He said that to me every time he finished.”

  “Oh, Sydney. That night, the first one when you were in the apartment when I left that’s what I said to you then you woke up screaming from a nightmare. I made you dream of it didn’t I? I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I won’t ever say it again baby I promise. Come here, y
ou are so brave you amaze me.”

  He holds me in his arms and lets me cry. I cry for myself, my lost youth and my future that will always be marked by the events of my past. When we are both finally spent he pushes back and I tell him there is more. I wipe the tears from my face with a soft appreciative smile.

  ‘I can’t hear anymore about what he did to you tonight. I honestly think I may kill him if I hear one more word.”

  “I have to tell you something about Mark. I didn’t make the connection the night of the auction. I didn’t recognize him like I told you on the phone earlier but the other day he sent me a bouquet of flowers, rhododendrons actually. I looked up their meaning and it’s “beware”. The note inside said, “Sydney, I know who you are and what you’ve done. Does your boyfriend know? He will soon. Beware and sleep tight until we meet again!”

  “Okay, both of them are going to get the fucking shit beat out of them and I’m going to enjoy every last fucking punch” Damian snarls between clenched teeth. He takes a calming breathe then continues, “Now baby this is going to upset you but the reason I asked about Ryan is I know him.”

  “What do you mean you know him, Damian? How do you know him? Do not tell me he’s in this Society of yours because if he is all bets are off and I’m out” I scream at him, not really meaning to but my emotions get the best of me.

  “Watch your tone, I have permission to take you over my knee remember? Now I know you’re upset so I’ll let it slide but consider that your one free pass” he warns then continues. “Ryan’s not in The Society, he’s the fucker who’s been playing with me over this hotel chain. He’s the one that made sure I was away this week. He must have known Mark met you. Maybe they were planning to scare you and figured they’d get me out of the way. When you told me his last name I had Mac run another background check on him and it’s him. We don’t know where he is right now. He was in South Beach with me at his hotel when Jonesie called me. You were on speaker phone so Mac heard you say his last name too; we went running when we heard. When we went back in, Mac and I ready to rip him apart and I swear to you Sydney if he was there he’d be dead right now but he was gone. He must have known that Mark was harassing you; we’ll discuss the fact that you hid that from me later and that will not get you a free pass.”

  “He’s coming after me again, I just know it. It’ll never be over” I cry.

  “You will have round the clock security from Dominick, Mac or Jonesie at all times do you understand me? You go nowhere without one of them or me with you. And if either of those fuckers calls you or sends you anything, you tell me immediately. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, sir” I say jokingly but he takes me seriously and rewards me with a “Good girl.” “Now, lets’ talk about your hiding shit from me.”

  Chapter 11

  I am able to talk Damian into letting me get some much needed sleep. He was not pleased when I told him that I needed to be able to get up for work in the morning. An argument began and I decided to just put it aside until the morning so I agreed to stay home even though I have no plans on doing that. I fall asleep as soon as Damian lies down next to me and wraps his arms around me.

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  As soon as Sydney falls asleep I run my hands through my hair not sure if I’m trying to straighten it or mess it up more. Then I sneak out to speak with my security team. They have found out that Ryan was on a flight into New York earlier this evening and they assume he’ll either be staying with or at the very least contacting his old buddy, Mark. They have stationed men around the clock at Mark’s apartment and at the building where he works.

  “When you catch either or both of them no one calls the police until I’ve seen them. Understood? And don’t be gentle when apprehending them. Beat the fucking shit out of them both because when I get my hands on them what you’ve done to them will feel like a fucking massage.”

  I tell them I’m going back to bed with Sydney but to wake me if there’s any more news. When I enter my bedroom I am facing the most beautiful sight, Sydney asleep in my bed. I didn’t stop to notice this the first time I came through this door to find her here; I was too desperate to have her in my arms. She is the first woman ever to be in my bed. The other women I’ve been with have all been solely for sexual pleasure; we never spent the night together. I’ve never even had sex in this room. I’ve only been with women at The Society or at other locations, never wanting them here in my space...until now.

  I lay down behind her, curl around her and pull her body to mine. When I wrap my arm around her my hand finds hers and my finger absentmindedly begins playing with the ring I gave her. She’s wearing it on her ring finger of her right hand. For a minute I almost wish it was on her left hand. Fuck, what is happening to me? I’m lying here with a woman I haven’t fucked, haven’t even played yet and I’m thinking about her wearing my wedding ring. I need to get laid and fast. I’d hoped that the party at The Society would have moved that along tonight but now I’m not sure the timing is right after the recent events.

  I brush the hair off her face and tuck a few pieces behind her ear. She is lovely. Ryan took so much away from her but she managed to survive it all and remain amazing to me and I’m sure everyone else around her. Her strength is what I think will allow her to be mine. She’ll be able to submit when I need her to but retain her sense of self for her everyday life. That’s been the problem with my subs so many times in the past. Once they submit fully to me they are no longer a challenge and become too needy. I think Sydney will continue to challenge me every step of the way. As much as she needs to submit I can also see her trying to top me. And the scary thing is, I just may let her.

  Sydney stirs and turns to face me. I plant a soft kiss on her forehead then another on her nose. She smiles as she wakes and when she opens her eyes I kiss them closed again. Her hands go around my neck and into my hair, pulling my lips to hers. I now have her at the waist with one hand and my other hand has found its way into her wild hair. I love her hair. Its burnt red and the sexiest hair I have ever seen. Her hair always looks like she’s just been fucked and good; it’s tasseled, loose and wild all the time. Her skin coloring is a contrast to her locks. Most redheads have light skin but not Sydney. She’s exotic looking with skin that looks like she’s spent a month on a beach somewhere. But it’s her eyes that do me in, they are blue with a touch of almost violet and when I look into them, like I am at this moment, it’s as if she can see into me, into my soul. It’s not a place I’m accustomed to people being but I’m finding her there more and more often.

  I lean into her and gently kiss her lips then pull back so we’re close enough to kiss, I can feel her breath on my lips but I don’t kiss her again. I lean in with my mouth open then pull back. She moans and wets her lips with her tongue, all the while looking at my lips, craving to have them cover hers. I finally take her bottom lip between mine and suck hard, feeling it swell. Before releasing it I give it a nip with my teeth and she moans again, this time a little louder. She runs her hands over the muscles in my chest and over my biceps as her moans continue reminding me of my earlier email. “Like what you feel do you?” I jokingly ask. “Because there’s more of me that’s just as hard you know?”

  She laughs and pulls me to her for another kiss. This time our tongues find each other’s and the electrical current that surges between us is for lack of a better word, electrifying. I can’t get enough of her mouth, her lips. She seems to feel the same way, her hand is in my hair and she’s pulling me hard against her mouth. I know we are both going to have sore bruised lips by the time we’re done and I don’t give a fuck. I have never, not even as a teenager and certainly not with Samantha or my subs just made out with someone. It has always been a fast prelude to hard kinky fucking. I never realized how much kissing someone could drive me wild. Or maybe it’s just Sydney that drives me wild.

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  Damian and I are making out pretty heavy in his bed. I can feel his erection pushing into
my stomach and I know he’d like nothing more than to have it inside of me but he’s too afraid of scaring me to ask. If he asked or made a move of it, I think I’d let him. As much as I am beyond scared of Ryan and Mark and my past, being with Damian like this doesn’t remind me of any of that. I decide it’s time to tell him all the horrid details I remember.

  I break away from our embrace and lick my lips, savoring the taste of Damian on them. He smiles at me and says, “You look gorgeous after being kissed like that. You’re lips are very puffy and sexy.”

  His are too, the sight of them making a deep sigh escape me. Damian asks what I’m thinking and I start my story of lost innocence and trauma. “I need to tell you about Ryan. I need you to know all the details because as I was just lying here with you making out, I was thinking about having sex with you; I want to have sex with you. When I’m with you like this it doesn’t remind me of how it was with Ryan but I think I may have some triggers that will. I know you said last night that you didn’t want to hear anymore about what he did to me but I need you to know so you’ll understand if there’s something I can’t do or if I freak out on you over something, okay?”