Stoned (The Stone Series)

by Berry, Kitty

  Damian has himself pressed hard against me, claiming me as his. The strobe lights are casting shadows and the music is thumping through my veins. He moves smoothly while he’s behind me with his hands cinched tightly on my gyrating hips. Parker who is dancing with Alex next to us leans in to me and whispers in my ear, “If he fucks like that I see why you’re into the S&M scene. That’s what I mean about him just having something about him, things like that drive women mad.”

  I run my hands over his flawless chest that is entrapped in a tight white dress shirt. I undo first one then two more of the buttons pushing my hands into his now opened shirt to feel his exposed chest and the six-pack muscles of his abdomen. I feel his muscles flex, stretch and tense under my hands. I run my finger down his happy trail into the waist band of his jeans. “If you keep doing that to me we’ll be leaving early and our friends will be disappointed” he slurs as I untuck his shirt so I can slip my hands up his back. I lick the sweat from his neck and he tilts his head to give me easier accesses. I start to suck his neck stopping short only before leaving a bruise, the taste of salt on my lips.

  “God, you’re fucking killing me, Sydney. If I didn’t care about people seeing you, I’d fuck you standing up right here on this dance floor. And make you come so hard you wouldn’t be able to hide it.”

  I turn my back to him and Damian wraps his arms around my waist. I brush my ass up against the swelling organ in his jeans and he leans down and bites my earlobe. My eyes involuntarily close from the large amount of alcohol I have consumed combined with my growing desire and I lean back against his shoulder to stabilize myself. Damian grabs my hands and pulls them up and around his neck, “Hold on to me before you fall down” he commands.

  His hands run down my ribs one at a time to my hips while his lips find the delicate skin on my neck, his tongue licks my throat. He nuzzles my neck and nips at my ear. Damian smells my hair and says, “I love the way you smell. You’re all hot and sweaty like when I’m fucking you. Mmm, it’s such a fucking turn on. I want to get inside you right now.”

  I continue to move my hips against his and run my hand up his unbuttoned shirt, knowing I am tempting fate and at any moment he’s going to pounce. As the beat of the music pounds I turn around and move hard against him, keeping time with the beat. He grabs my hips and I reach around and grab his ass, pulling his erection into my body. “You better stay close to me, I wouldn’t want anyone to see what you have going on in your pants right now” I warn him as I sway, unable to stand straight.

  “Then maybe you should stop dry fucking me on this dance floor” he teases.

  I lean forward, his fingers now digging into the skin at my hips, my arms hanging down almost touching the floor. He pulls me back up to a standing position and while kissing me he pushes me off the dance floor making sure to stay close to me to hide his hard on trapped in his pants. He pushes me like that all the way to the back office where he pushes the code into the key pad. He pushes me into the room and slams the door closed behind us with his foot. He clears the desk with one hand and smiles at me. We are both remembering that night at Hard as Stone when he put me over his knee then took me from behind on that desk.

  I climb onto this desk on my hands and knees and Damian unsnaps and unzips his jeans, pulling them to his ankles with his boxer briefs, freeing his angry erection. When I turn to look over my shoulder I notice a drop of moisture glistening the tip and I know he’s as ready as I am. I shake my ass from side to side and I hear Damian release a growl as he pushes my skirt up and pushes my panties to the side.

  “Ahh, that’s better. God, it is so good inside of you. You were so wet and ready for me and I never even touched you. I love that” he says, his voice deep and husky, filled with lust as he thrusts into me.

  Damian’s legs are spread and planted on the floor; his right hand is gripping the desk as his left hand reaches around to rub my engorged clit. He rubs it quick and relentlessly. “I need you to come fast, I can’t fucking hold it. I’m going to fucking come any second. I need you to get there with me” he demands.

  “Ah, Day, yes faster. I’m coming. Oh. God, I’m coming.”

  “Ahhh, fuck, yes baby. I’m. Coming. Too. Inside. You. So. Fucking. Good.”

  Damian collapses on top of me on the desk then he pulls me into his arms as he spoons around me from the back. We stay there until we catch our breath then we try to stand unsuccessfully a few times, giggling and banging into each other on the desk. I am more intoxicated then I had realized. Damian finally stands and pulls up his pants, runs his hands through his always messy wild hair. He helps me off the desk and straightens my clothes. He takes me by the hand and leads me back to the bar where he gets me a glass of ice and a pitcher of water. He gets himself another dirty martini, leads me back to our table and the others come over to join us. I sit on Damian’s lap and when I get a tickling sensation between my legs I giggle and whisper into his ear, “I just felt your come drip out of my pussy.”

  “Oh fuck, that’s so hot, baby and hearing you talk like that just made me hard again” he says as he maneuvers me on his lap so that he can get his hand into my panties without anyone noticing. His finger starts to explore, opening my lips. He starts by inserting not one but two fingers into me; no one seems to notice. Alex and Parker are making out, Drea and Mac are in deep conversation in between making out and the others are talking to each other and still drinking.

  “You’re about to make me come again” I quietly warn him.

  “I know I am. All you need is my permission then your body’s going to start to convulse on top of me. I’ll hold you, let it go, baby. Give it up to me. Come for me.”

  I bury my face in his neck and bite his shoulder as I begin to shudder on his lap. His fingers never stop, extending my orgasm. He finally withdraws his fingers and thankfully no one at our table notices when he puts them in his mouth and sucks them with a wicked smile on his face.

  The rest of the evening is a complete blur. Damian and I awake on Sunday morning groggy and hung-over. Getting out of bed is out of the question, lifting my head from the pillow might not be possible either. Damian’s leg is entwined in mine; his arm is thrown over my naked body. He is softly snoring in his sleep; his eyes are fluttering maybe from a dream. I take this opportunity to study his perfect features. His eyebrows are perfectly sculpted with an arch near the outside corner, that’s what makes him always look so intense. His eyes are this amazing piercing blue and when open I know they are the first thing that has made many women succumb to his every whim. His jaw is square and his chin is rounded, the stubble that constantly covers his face says, “I’m bad ass, don’t fuck with me”. His lips are a soft pink, moist and even. Just looking at them now makes me want to suck on them, slide my tongue over them. Damian’s nose fits his face and gives him a hint of character as it’s just a smidge crooked, possibly broken in a fight or childhood accident. His dark hair is just as messy in his sleep as it is in everyday life and to me it’s his sexiest feature. I love to run my fingers through it and when I see him plunge his hands through his hair butterflies course through my body.

  Damian rolls onto his back and now I can admire his naked form even better. His shoulders are broad and sculpted to perfection. He’s lean and muscular through his trunk. His chest is firm and developed and he has a small patch of dark curly hair between his pectoral muscles that I love to lose my fingers in. His stomach shows off his hard work in the gym with its smooth ribbed six-pack. His hips are narrow and he has a trail of hair leading to his love zone. It looks a little strange now that I waxed his pubic area. His penis is long and thick, always looking semi-aroused and ready to penetrate me. When fully hard he’s long and thick, but right now his penis is laying gently in peace, touching his thigh. As I continue to watch it I notice that he’s growing more erect, his penis starts to bounce slightly as it hardens. I glance up at him to find him smiling while pretending to sleep.

  “How long have you been awake?” I ask
gently smacking him on the arm.

  “Long enough to enjoy you looking at me. Still like what you see?”

  “Always.”

  “You mean that? I’m not some crazy challenge and now that you have me heart, body, mind and soul you’re going to get sick of me?”

  “Never. And I can ask the same of you.”

  “Baby, I will want you till the day I die and beyond.”

  “You sound like Buzz Lightyear” I laugh and tease him as he pulls me on top of him, melding our bodies together.

  “Oh, yeah? Could Buzz Lightyear do this to his girlfriend?” he asks as he grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls me to his lips for a deep kiss. He flinches slightly but enough that I feel it.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Headache to die for, hung over, need sex to save me from death. Now shut up and fuck me.” Damian smiles as he lifts me by my hips and guides me onto his ready and waiting erection. Damian’s hands never leave my hips. He guides me and controls the pace even though I’m the one on top. I decide with his headache I should be the one in control, give him pleasure without him working to achieve it.

  “Stop. Let me. I want to do this myself. I want to know I can make you crumble under me the way you do to me. Just relax and let me make you come just this once” I beg.

  Damian stretches his arms up then settles them folded under his head. “As you wish but just so you know, you make my body crumble just at the sight of you. But fucking me will give you a much faster result time, I can promise you that.”

  I roll my hips as I grind into him over and over again while slightly lifting off him and then taking him in to the root. Damian moans and closes his eyes at each roll. “Mmm, you are good at that. I have taught you well, young Jedi.”

  “Yoda now, really?”

  “Mmm. More. Fells good it does. Stop don’t” he murmurs lost in the moment but still talking Yoda. I love the playful Damian and he’s come out to play this morning.

  I continue in my own pace riding him, grinding and rolling my hips. The building deep inside me is ready to burst and I pick up the pace. Damian astute as ever knows what’s happening and opens his eyes.

  “Come for me baby. Yeah, that’s it. Go ahead. Come now” he orders as his thumb brushes my clit and my body ever so ready to obey him shatters and jerks on top of him. I yell out his name and my head falls back. Damian grabs my hips to steady me, to extend my orgasm he starts pumping up into me. Before I am back to Earth he has turned my body around so I have my back to him. He is still inside of me and I collapse with my head between his feet. He keeps moving in and out of me coaxing me back. He pulls me upright by the waist and the feeling of him inside me this way, so full and stretched is exquisite. I get on my feet and squat over him like I’ve done before only this time I am facing away from him allowing him a perfect view of my backside. I ride him from root to tip over and over. The sounds he begins to make are primal, his body is beginning to slightly thrash under me and I know his release is building. I cup his heavy sack in my hands and his breath is expelled with a loud growl. “Oh fuck. Stop, I don’t want to come yet. You feel too fucking good” he yells.

  I go back to my knees and begin to grind into him. I feel his hands on my ass then a wet finger begins to explore the slit between my cheeks and finally it finds its way inside my tight entrance. Damian’s finger finds the same rhythm and pace I am using on him and neither of us will last much longer if he continues.

  “Oh fuck it, don’t stop. Just fucking make me come. Now, baby, come again, come with me. Ahh, mmm, fuck. Yeah, fuck. So good. You’re making me come” Damian incoherently growls as we find our releases in time with each other.

  Chapter 19

  I spend the following week working at S&S and on location at The Society. The Society’s new location is finally ready to go by the week’s end which is a good thing as the reopening is quickly approaching, I’ve been working on the design for the past month and the grand opening is on Friday along with an initiation party, the first I’m going to attend. Damian went back and forth about having a private room there but in the end he decided to have one, not wanting to be the only Head Master without one and after how much fun we had in his old one and the one in his penthouse he just couldn’t resist. He said he has special plans for us to christen it on Friday. Damian has made Pete agree to think of the room as his own and with the new difficult submissive he’s just taken on Pete has agreed.

  Friday night arrives with much fan fare over the reopening. Damian is dressed in his best black Armani suit and crisp white shirt. His tie is textured silver and his cuff links are monogrammed with his initials, DTS. I learn his middle name is Taylor which is his mother’s maiden name.

  I chose a simple short black sheath dress also by Armani. I wear the jewelry Damian purchased for me for previous events, the necklace from Tiffany’s, and the custom made gray, taupe and black stone bracelet. I never remove the ring because the note that came with it claimed that the ring was designed to represent promise and hope. Damian asked that I wear the ring always to represent our bond to each other so I have never removed it.

  Damian and I head over to The Society in a limo with a driver. Dominick will be attending the event this evening with his girlfriend as will Mac and Drea as well as Jonesie and Tara so Damian gave them all the night off and decided to use his company limo service instead.

  Damian is the first Head Master to arrive followed by Megan, Jennifer and then Lucas. Megan and Jim have an intimate table of four reserved that includes Andrea and I’m surprised to see also Veronica, Damian’s personal assistant. Jennifer and Lucas are sharing a table that seats ten. It includes Eric, Jennifer’s sub and Kassy, Eric’s sub and six of their friends, three males and three women. There are numerous other tables seating the members of The Society and their guests.

  Our table offers seating for twenty. It includes Damian and I, Mac and Drea, Dominick, Heidi, Tate, Brook, Asia and Ted, Michael and Jeremy, Katrina, Bobby, Jonesie, Tara, Parker, Alex, Pete and his new sub. I’m thrilled that all of Damian’s friends and family have come to support his grand re-opening tonight. I know many of them are uncomfortable and will probably leave following dinner but I also know their presence here no matter how short means a lot to Damian, it’s written all over his face.

  The waiters and waitresses are dressed in tasteful black leather bondage and begin by bringing each table sparkling water and soda. To protect everyone in the events to follow later only non-alcoholic drinks are being served until the toast. The meal is served family style. We begin with a fresh brushetta made with fresh farm grown tomatoes, garlic, red bell peppers, basil and shaved parmesan cheese placed over crispy Italian bread rubbed in olive oil. The brushetta is followed by a light pasta primavera created with a fresh vegetable medley of peppers, squash, zucchini and pasta. Our dessert is a rich and decadent chocolate mousse with pieces of mocha and espresso fudge.

  After dinner Damian stands to speak to the room and the waiters arrive with one glass of champagne for everyone.

  “I want to thank everyone for coming this evening and for your patience while we moved to this new location. I know you will find this facility to be much better than the previous one and that is because of the work of Miss Sydney Cooper” he says as he reaches for my hand, making me rise from my seat to a round of applause. I instantly blush and Damian continues with his arm around my waist and my body pulled in close to his. “Sydney is a brilliantly talented interior designer who has designed playrooms in my home as well as Andrea’s before taking on the job of creating what you are about to see here this evening. Let’s raise our glasses first in a toast. To Sydney and the new Society.”

  “To Sydney and The Society” everyone toasts.

  “Now please join us for the tour of the new Society which will be followed by the initiations. Sydney would you please lead our tour?” Damian asks as he extends his hand to me.

  I smile at Damian as he takes my hand and leads me to
the door that will take us into the play areas. I begin the guided tour with the main room. If it wasn’t for his strong hand, a constant presence on my lower back I would never have the confidence to do this.

  “This space is set up to be used for large parties, maybe dances. The accessories are camouflaged to the untrained eye but I’m sure the members amongst us noticed them instantly. For those of you who are first time visitors allow me to point out just a few. May I draw your attention to the ceiling? What looks like light fixtures are really suspension systems, slings and swings. You may think the pictures on the walls are mere paintings but upon closer inspection you will see they are hiding pull down beds, each complete with metal hooks. The small tables near the paintings can hold toys brought in by the members for their use” I finish.

  Damian invites everyone to come view the first of the themed fetish rooms.

  I continue with my explanation of the design plan, “This room is the animal/trainer/veterinarian room. I decided to boldly do the walls in black and cover the flooring with a plush leopard print carpet. The metal of the table and instruments will add some reflected light as will the overhead exam lights. As you can see this room will allow many kinky fantasies to be fulfilled.”