Stoned (The Stone Series)

by Berry, Kitty

  “I trust you; just scared.”

  Damian removes a black eye mask and places it over my eyes saying, “Maybe this will help with that. You can’t be afraid of what you don’t see.”

  I can’t see anything with the mask on but I feel Damian’s hands on my leg as he puts the cuff on my right ankle. I feel him pull my legs apart and slide the cuff on my left ankle. This isn’t too bad; my legs don’t feel that far apart at all. But then he pulls them much farther and I hear the bar click into place. I can’t bring my legs together, I’m spread wide for him to do whatever he wants to me and I’m helpless. He leans down and whispers, “You look beautiful like this, all spread out and wanting me, only me” into my ear.

  I whimper when his lips touch mine and he pulls on my bottom lip with his teeth.

  “Who’s the only one who can make you come baby, tell me.”

  “Oh, my God, Day, you, you’re the only one.”

  “Damn fucking right I am. This is mine, isn’t it? My pussy to make come for me only?” he asks as he cups me between my legs.

  “Yes, Day all yours, only yours.”

  “I’m going to take you to another world baby then when you come back I’m going to fuck you so fucking good you’ll come for me again. You ready?”

  “Oh, God, yes, make me come” I gasp.

  “Yeah, that’s my naughty girl. Talk dirty to me; beg me to make you come. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

  Damian isn’t touching me so I know he must be sitting here looking at me with my sex fully exposed to him. I flinch when I feel the delicate touch of his finger as he brushes it on the soft flesh that surrounds my clitoris. At his touch I feel a trickle of moisture leave my body, Damian catches it with his finger and I hear him suck his finger and moan, “Mmmm.”

  The next feeling I have is of his tongue on my inner thigh. It’s tender, delicate and warm against my skin. Damian then trails kisses down to my ankle then back up the other leg where he uses his tongue on my inner thigh. His attention is making me arch my back off of the bed. Damian puts his fingers on my belly and makes slow soft circles with the tips of his fingers, pushing me down into the mattress. He works his hands up my body to my arms and runs his finger tips softly to my underarms where he gently tickles me as he whispers, “Keep still now, baby” into my ear.

  “Ahh” I moan. “Feels good; you are so good at that.”

  “I know, it’s going to be even better, so strong when I make you come. Just hold on a little longer, I’m just getting started.”

  He’s now licking my neck and earlobes then nipping at them with his teeth. He sucks on the skin just behind my ear before saying, “No one will see this love bite back here as long as you keep your hair down for the next few days.”

  My tiny bud is throbbing with pleasure from his torturous touches as he makes his way down my body with his mouth. He slowly inserts his cool, wet, powerful tongue between the outer lips of my sex and runs it up and down my slippery flesh.

  “You taste amazing right now, of innocence. You are so ready to come in my mouth. Beg me to taste you as you come, beg for it now Sydney.

  “Aaa” I scream. “Please make me come in your mouth. Mmm, I want you to taste me when I come. Oooh. Yes, that’s going to make me come.”

  “Yes, it would if I keep doing it, wouldn’t it?”

  “Ahh…no! More, please don’t stop, please.”

  With great care Damian pulls back the protective hood of my swelled clit and fully exposes the nerve endings. I know he’s watching it pulsate under his gaze. I feel him shift and I hear him pull something else from his bag. He places it on the bed then returns to touching me. This time he inserts first one then two fingers into the wet entrance of my body and he quickly begins to make circles with them, around and around. My head begins to thrash from side to side. “Day” is all I can get out, I am so close.

  One of his fingers begins to flick at a spot inside my body that is making me feel like never before. I am feeling this heavy wave of pleasure in my lower belly build and I can’t help my moans of ecstasy as I call out, one word, his name, “Damian” over and over again.

  “I love hearing you call my name like that. Now this is going to be very intense, just relax and trust me” he says as I feel him begin to slide what must be a vibrator inside me.

  “Oh, baby. I am so fucking hard. The second you come I am going to fuck you so good and make you come again and again, until you have nothing left.”

  Then I hear the click and the vibrator inside me begins to shake me to my core and I feel his tongue swipe over my clit before his lips suck on it and that’s the end. I am seeing red behind my eyes and my head is thrashing from side to side as my body arches off the bed and I explode for him. Damian does not uncuff me; remove the blindfold or the bar. I never feel him take the vibrator out but I know that he must have when I feel the skin against skin contact as Damian enters me and I feel my body coming again, even stronger than it did five seconds ago. He is so aroused that it only takes him three maybe four thrusts to find his own pleasure.

  “Sweet fuck, God damn, Sydney your pussy is beyond words and you are so receptive. You were made for me, baby. You are mine.”

  As he removes my blindfold he smiles and says, “Welcome back. Was that all that I promised it would be baby?”

  “Mmm” is all I can manage, I am unable to speak or move. I can barely think clearly enough to breathe. Damian wraps me up in his arms and we begin to doze off naked together completely satisfied.

  “I love when I feel you slip into subspace for me. Your whole body becomes so light it’s like a feather under my hands. Your head clears. You sink so easily for me, it’s like you’ve been doing this forever.”

  The last thing I hear is Damian purr, “Sleep now my sweet girl” into my ear before he inhales my hair and falls asleep next to me.

  I fall asleep instantly but it’s not long before Damian is restraining me on his bed and entering me again more aggressively. When I look at him I realize its Ryan and he laughs at me. “I always knew you were a kinky little slut” he sneers at me as he thrusts into me over and over again.

  I wake up screaming to find I’m alone, Damian isn’t in bed with me. He hears me screaming as does Mac and Dominick and all three of them come running to find me naked in Damian’s bed thrashing around and clawing at my skin. I can’t stand the feel of Ryan on me even though I know it was a dream and Ryan hasn’t touched me in years. When Mac and Dominick see that I’m safe and alone but naked they turn and look away from me but remain in the room waiting for Damian to dismiss them.

  “Baby, what’s wrong? Were you having a nightmare?”

  “I don’t know, it was Ryan. He was here, he was you and he was…” Damian cuts me off to dismiss Mac and Dominick. “She’s okay, I’ve got her. Thanks.” Damian says and Mac and Dominick leave the room.

  “Tell me what happened.”

  “You were holding me down on the bed and I remember feeling okay with it, I liked it even. Then you were pushing inside me but not like you do, it was more, I don’t know, aggressive. It hurt and I didn’t feel a connection. When you and I are together I can’t explain how I feel, just…a connection. But this time it felt like just a fuck, no connection. I looked up at you but it wasn’t you, it was Ryan and he said, “I always knew you were a kinky little slut”. That’s when I woke up I guess but then I got scared because you weren’t here and for a minute I wasn’t sure if it was a nightmare or if Ryan was here. I can still feel him on my skin; I can still smell the cigarettes he used to smoke. I need to wash him off of me” I say as I bolt for the shower. Damian catches me as I reach the bathroom.

  “Let me, I’ll wash him off of you for good.”

  I hug him at those words and cry in his arms. He walks with me like that in his arms and turns on the water. He stands under the water with me in his clothes. He washes my body with a poof and shower gel then he removes his clothes and drops them in a heap on the bathroom floor. He wa
shes my hair with the shampoo and conditioner he loves the smell of and massages my scalp. Once I’m cleaned and rinsed Damian washes himself then turns the water off and dries me with a towel then wraps me in the robe he has in his bathroom just for me. He wraps a towel around his waist and sits me on the chair in front of the vanity and towel dries my hair while I watch him in the mirror. He removes a wide toothed comb and untangles my hair. He sprays my leave in conditioner in my hair and runs his hands over my hair with my hair gel in the palm of his hand. When he’s satisfied that my hair routine is complete he gets my body lotion, removes my robe and rubs it into my skin. When he begins to massage my foot cream into my feet I am reminded of our time in the tub last night and I glance in its direction. He lifts my arm and runs my deodorant over my sensitive skin and again I think of last night when he tickled me there and warned me to keep still. He finishes with my face moisturizers and eye cream then kisses me on the lips and runs my lip balm over my lips then his own with a wink of his eye.

  “All clean. Feel better?” he asks.

  I rise and stand in front of him. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his ample chest. “I love you, Damian Stone” I finally say out loud for the first time.

  He kisses me gently at first on my lips but the kiss quickly grows into one with much more passion. I can feel his erection straining against his towel as his tongue enters my mouth and his hands roam over the skin on my waist and over my hips.

  “I hope you’ll agree to attend a party with me today. My cousin Tate and his wife are having a party for their twins. It’s their first birthday and I’d like you to come with me. It’s in Connecticut; we’ll need to leave soon.”

  “I’d love to come but I need to go to my apartment to get dressed.”

  “That won’t be necessary. I took the liberty of purchasing clothes for you; they’re in my closet with my clothes. I love the way they look there with my things. Will you allow me to pick something for you?” he asks.

  “Okay but I’ve told you before you don’t have to do this.”

  “And I’ve told you before that I understand that but I will purchase you whatever I’d like and I don’t want to have an argument over it.”

  Damian comes out of the closet carrying a blue silky ruffled v-neck Calvin Klein sundress and nude colored wedge sandals. He puts the sandals on the floor near the bed and places the dress on the bed. He heads to his dresser and opens the top drawer. He removes a very sexy push up bra and matching panties also in blue. I sit on the bed next to the dress and wait for him to dress me. I hold my arms out for him to slip the bra straps onto them then he positions my breasts into the cups after kissing each of my nipples. He kneels in front of me between my legs and slides my panties on one then the other foot. As he pulls them up my body he follows them with kisses. When I raise my hips so he can pull them into place he kisses my mound gently before covering me with my panties. He pulls me to stand then slips the dress over my head and sits me back down to slide my sandals on.

  ‘You look gorgeous. Just let me get dressed and we can grab something to eat before we head to the party, okay?”

  “I’m going to go put some make up on. I’m a little nervous to meet your family, I want to look nice.”

  “You look fine without make up Sydney but if you want I have all of your cosmetics in the drawers of my bathroom. Let me know if I forgot anything that you need.”

  When I come out of the bathroom Damian is wearing soft gray linen pants and a crisp white shirt. His hair is starting to dry and it looks wild and messy as always. I walk over to him and stand on my tip toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. He takes my hand and leads me to his kitchen where I find Mrs. Ford has breakfast waiting for us.

  We eat our fruit and eggs while Damian tells me about his cousin. I almost choke when I figure out that his cousin is Tate Taylor the huge music executive who is married to Brooklynn Taylor, the famous choreographer who was my idol growing up.

  “Tate and Brook have been together forever, it’s crazy. They are so meant to be together, they’re still completely in love. They have the most adorable babies, Zach and Zoe, twins” Damian needlessly tells me, I have followed their story in the tabloids like it was my life.

  “I know. I have read everything about them that I could find. I can’t believe you are related to Brooklynn Taylor and I am going to her house and going to meet her. I wanted to be her when I was a kid.”

  “Yeah, well don’t bring up the strip club thing that you guys have in common or Tate will flip as bad as I did last night.”

  “She was a stripper? I never read that anywhere.”

  “In college she worked at a club like mine until Tate walked in and caught her in the act. Sound familiar?”

  “Interesting. So Tate’s controlling too?”

  “I already told you, I come from a long line of controlling men. He’s mellowed in his old age but they had some good fights. She gives it right back to him as well as she gets it now, it’s very entertaining to watch.”

  I ask Damian who else from his family will be there and he says no one. Drea’s in Paris and his parents are out of the country at their vacation home in Italy. I ask what he bought the twins and he looks at me with a blank stare telling me the answer.

  “I think we better stop at FAO Schwartz or Toys R Us on the way” I suggest.

  When we get to the garage Damian is all jumpy and giddy. He’s walking holding my hand but swinging it like a little boy. I realize what has him so hyped up when I see his parking spot. In it is a Laguna Blue Fiskar Karma with glacier interior seats.

  “Is that new?” I ask.

  “It’s not mine” he says as he hands me the keys and asks, “Do you like it?”

  “Damian, a car? Wait, not just a car, a very pricey car? Are you out of your mind?”

  “Watch your tone, you’re not sore anymore and I would love to lay you down on the hood of that car and spank that sweet ass of yours before fucking you bent over the hood” he warns.

  “You would never do that here and in front of Mac and Dominick.”

  “Try me. I think we established last night in the car that I most certainly would, no?”

  “Okay, fine. But this is it. No more. Do you understand? Nothing else. I don’t want you to buy me the Central Park Zoo or Madison Square Garden next week, got it?”

  “Do you like animals and sports?” he jokes.

  “Damian, I’m serious. No more.”

  “Do you want to take your new car today, you and I? Mac and Dominick are going with Jonesie and his wife and Alex; they should all be here any second.”

  “Ah, sure. Okay I guess.”

  Damian takes the keys from my hand and says, “I’ll drive.”

  “Hey, I thought this was my car. Why are you driving?”

  He just looks at me without saying a word; the look says it all but Damian still says, “Because I’m a control freak baby, remember?”

  Chapter 13

  I take Sydney’s keys and we climb into her new car, her in the passenger seat and me driving. It feels solid and well-built and the steering is as responsive to my touch as she is. After the toy store we hit the FDR and I test her out to see what she’s got and I’m pleasantly surprised. I wasn’t completely sold on this plug-in hybrid shit but Alex talked me into it. He’s much more eco-friendly than I am but I’m trying to do my part in saving the environment.

  Mac punches the Escalade and comes up close behind me as we come to the exit. He and I play around with each other throughout the drive into Connecticut; he is a good guy. I feel bad about the whole deal with him and Drea. Maybe I should give him a chance. I know how upset Sydney is about Parker being away; maybe it would be for the best if I had them come back early. I’m sure their shoots are complete. When I checked with the fashion designer the other day they only needed them for one more day of shooting. I’ll text Veronica when we get to Tate’s and have her take care of the details. She’s so much more useful to me now th
at I’m not fucking her brains out anymore; it really was making her stupid.

  We pull into Tate’s driveway and I can feel the excitement radiating off of Sydney. She’s been like a little kid on Christmas morning the whole ride and I’m glad to see she’s not thinking about that fucking prick of a step brother of hers anymore. God, I can’t wait to get my fucking hands on him.

  I climb out of the car and Sydney gets out before I can even get to her side of the car to open the door for her. I take her by the hand and we walk up to the door, Alex, Mac, Dominick, Jonesie and his wife, Tara following along with us. They all know Tate and Brooklynn too. Their security company covers Tate’s security as well.

  Brooklynn answers the door with a baby on each hip. “Hey guys, come in. And this must be Sydney. It’s nice to finally meet you; Damian has told us so much about you” Brook welcomes us.