Stoned (The Stone Series)

by Berry, Kitty

  Without the girls for the evening Mac, Alex and I head out to Hard as Stone for a few drinks. A few drinks and dances in my private room later we are feeling no pain and we decide to find where the girls are. We are all horny and want to get them home to finish our night in bed. I GPS Sydney’s phone and discover their location. When we arrive at the club we find them drunker than we are, not a good sign.

  Sydney is half naked; having been picked up from work by the girls I never saw what she was wearing. I assumed she was going out in the same clothes I saw her wear to work that day but I was mistaken. Sydney is wearing a pair of the shortest black shorts I have ever seen, low slung on her thin hips with her taunt abdomen exposed. Her top, if you can call it that, is really just a piece of material that covers only the front of her body and only her breasts for that matter, I have no idea how it is even staying on her. Her hair is up in those cute pigtails that drive me wild and her makeup is heavy, bold and sexy. Her eyes look smokey and inviting and the pout of her lips would make any man want his cock between them. My sister is dressed in even less and Mac actually growls when he sees her. Alex is the only one who maintains his composure even though Parker’s attire is just as bad.

  They are dancing with each other, grinding their hips into one another and making their lips come close together as if they are about to kiss. I immediately notice a few men enthralled in their performance start to approach them and I hold Mac back. “Wait, let’s see how this is going to play out before we kick their asses and throw the girls over our shoulders and drag them home. It can be fun.” I suggest sounding like the caveman I am when it comes to what’s mine.

  We sit back unnoticed and watch as the scene unfolds. The guys start dancing behind each of them and the girls giggle, encouraging their behavior. Another guy approaches and hands each of them a drink which the girls begin to slurp down with no regard for their safety. I have warned my sister and Sydney numerous times about accepting drinks from strangers but as I can see now they haven’t heard a fucking word I’ve said. When the dude behind Sydney puts his hand on her bare stomach I stand as Sydney pushes him away but I’ve seen enough. With Mac and Alex at my heels I lunge onto the dance floor and level the asshole. Mac with one hit takes out the guy pressing himself into my sister and Alex jumps on the back of the guy trying to dance with Parker, taking him to the floor in a heap. As the bouncers approach and we are broken apart the girls seem to register for the first time what is happening. I introduce myself and save us from an arrest record before we grab our women and head to the limo.

  “Let me explain” Sydney begins as we get in the car but she’s unable to finish as she begins to puke into my lap. As if that’s not enough my sister starts crying and Parker pukes on Alex’s shoes. By this point my blood is over the boiling point. Mac is refusing to look at or speak to my sister who continues to cry, Alex is rubbing Parker’s back and holding her now limp hair off her neck. Sydney starts to cry and again pukes into my lap. The smell in the small space is overwhelming even with the windows down. My pants are soaked and Mac’s shoes are ruined.

  The limo pulls up in front of my building and we all step out. Sydney bends over and pukes again as I hand the limo driver a handful of large bills for his trouble and the fee for cleaning the mess in the backseat created by girls who don’t know their limits. The lights of the cameras start flashing in our faces as Drea begins to empty her stomach into the potted plants; Mac rolls his eyes at me before picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her into the building. I grab Sydney and do the same. I can only wait till the morning when I’ll have to deal with the fallout over these pictures.

  The elevator ride is like being in a freezer, the tension is so strong. I refuse to look at or touch Sydney right now because if I do I’m going to fling her over my knee and spank her in front of everyone. Alex and Mac won’t look at Parker or my sister either. We stop on the first floor to let Alex and Parker out.

  “She won’t be at work tomorrow” I tell Alex who nods at me in understanding.

  “Not sure that I’ll be making it in either, man. Call me” Alex says as the elevator doors close and we continue on up to the penthouse.

  When we get to the penthouse I carry Sydney to our bedroom without a word to Mac or my sister who is following him into her room with her head down like she used to do when she was a little girl and caught being naughty. I bring Sydney into the bathroom, turn on the shower while she is still in my arms and walk under the water with our clothes still on. I place her down on her feet and she slumps onto the floor unable to even stand, she’s starting to fall asleep. I strip off my puke stained clothes and discard them onto the floor. I pick her up and lean her against the wall and begin to take off her clothes. I rip them from her body into shreds warning her, “You will never wear these again and don’t ever let me see you dressed like this without me.” She can barely make eye contact with me, knowing how wrong she was to pull a stupid stunt like this.

  I grab a washcloth and scrub her face clean of the overdone makeup in a manner much less gentle than my normal handling of her. I pull the elastics from her hair and shake her hair loose, tilting her head back to wash the lingering puke and odor from her locks. I wash her body then sit her back on the floor before I shower myself. When done I turn off the water, lift her into my arms and carry her to our bedroom where I dry her and place her into our bed. I dry myself and climb in next to her. She tries to speak to me, “Day, I’m sor…” she begins to slur but I cut her off. “I don’t want to fucking hear it, Syd. You’re fucking wasted beyond capacity, go to sleep and we will deal with this in the morning. But let me be very clear here, we will be dealing with this my way.”

  “What? No, I don’t…can’t we…”

  “No. we’ll talk after you think about what you did and how fucking stupid you were. Until then I can’t deal with you, go to sleep” I say as I spoon around her. Even in anger I can’t deny her this closeness. I can’t deny myself either. I close my eyes, inhale her hair and plan my punishment for the next day.

  ************

  The following day I wake to a pounding headache to find the bed empty. Damian has left me a note on the side table with two pills and a glass of something. The drink turns out to be Hair of the Dog, a virgin Bloody Mary and the pills are pain killers. I down the pain killers with the drink and open the note.

  Sydney,

  Jonesie is waiting for you in the living space. Get dressed and he will bring you to me. I have already told Alex you will not be at work today.

  Damian

  I send Damian a text and we go back and forth for a bit:

  Where r u?

  Jonesie will bring u 2 me…I’m waiting & not patient man

  Where r u?

  We need 2 talk about last night…we will do that when u r w/ me

  Not coming till I know where!

  Do not ? me. Get dressed & tell jonesie u ready 2 go…NOW!

  Don’t yell @ me I have a headache

  GOOD!

  My phone rings and I hear Stoned, Damian’s ring tone playing. “Hello” I mumble into the phone.

  “Get dressed and find Jonesie. We need to talk. I’m at The Society and I need you here NOW, Sydney.

  “Why?”

  “Because we need to resolve what happened last night?”

  “What do you mean resolve?”

  “I’m hanging up now, you have twenty minutes to get here before I come home and get you myself which will make things even worse. Good-bye, Sydney” Damian says as he hangs up.

  I’ve no idea what he’s planning but something tells me it’s not going to be pretty. I don’t remember much from last night but I do remember the look of pure rage on his face. I dress quickly in a tight pink t-shirt and black spandex running shorts. I throw my hair into a high ponytail, brush my teeth and head out to find Jonesie and see if maybe Drea or Mac are around and can shed some light on how mad Damian is.

  “Sydney, are you ready to go? Da
mian has been waiting and he’s getting very anxious to say the least” Jonesie says as a greeting.

  “Sure, I’m ready. Just let me grab a bottle of water, I’m very thirsty.”

  “Yes, I heard you girls were quit thirsty last evening as well” Jonesie says with a laugh.

  “Yeah, ha, ha, ha very funny. Let’s go.”

  I wish I could have spoken to Drea and Mac first but Jonesie said it would be best if I didn’t wake them.

  We arrive at The Society and I wait for Jonesie to open the door of the Escalade for me. I walk in and am greeted by Veronica. “Please come with me. Mr. Stone asked me to bring you in as soon as you arrived. He’s been anxiously awaiting your arrival” Veronica states as she leads me to the punishment room with a smirk on her face. When I realize where we are headed I stop walking. I had fun in the main room that first time and I certainly enjoyed myself in our private playroom, but the punishment room scares me to death.

  “Mr. Stone said that you should follow the instructions I give you and not make things worse. He wants you in there within the next” she looks down at her watch, “three minutes. He wants you naked and sitting on the bench with your hands on your legs.”

  “And if I refuse?” I ask.

  “Please don’t do that. Just go in and do as he says. It will be much easier that way for all of us.”

  What does she mean by all of us? I like Veronica but Damian better not have plans of including her in whatever he has planned for me.

  After a few minutes I reluctantly continue to follow her the rest of the way to the punishment room that I ironically designed and decorated. When doing so I never imagined I’d end up in there. I have a slight recollection of dancing last night, being drunk and guys trying the hook up with us. Then I remember Damian was there and I know this is not going to be a day of fun, this is going to be a day of punishment.

  I step inside ready to see Damian but the room is empty. I look at Veronica who reiterates what she’s already told me, “Take off all of your clothes so you are completely naked and sit on that bench there with your hands on your legs like this.” She demonstrates the placement of my hands then turns and leaves. I hear the bolt of the door turn and I sigh, not ready for what this day will deliver. I take off my clothes and lay them in a neat pile next to the bench, I sit down and place my hands on my thighs like Veronica showed me and wait for Damian to enter.

  Damian enters through a different door than Veronica left through. I know the door he came through is the one that the master’s use. He is wearing nothing but a pair of worn low slung leather pants, ripped in all the right places. His chest is bare as are his feet. His hair is disheveled and he runs his hands through it over and over again. He looks hot and dangerous and I know I can take whatever he dishes out as long as it ends in me having him inside of me. Just the sight of him is making me start to float down to subspace; if I can achieve a full decent before the punishment begins I know I can make it through. He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t speak; he walks to the viewing window and closes the curtains then turns to stare at me. When he finally looks at me I hear his breath catch in his throat.

  “Wow, you look unbelievable sitting there like that. Now listen to me. You will obey me, everything I say without hesitation or question. Do you understand?”

  I decide right at that moment that I deserve what I have coming and after what I suspect happened last night I owe him this. I know he has no plans to hurt me, I understand that he needs to do this to feel he’s the one in control. I suspect he felt as if he had lost control over me last night and that is what pushed him into this today. When I nod in answer to his question he raises his voice at me, “Answer me now.”

  “Yes” I mumble.

  “I am going to punish you for my pleasure, for me to be able to relieve the tension you caused last night. You will not come at any time without my permission or I will start over. When I am satisfied we will talk about what happened, but right now I am too angry to discuss last night. Now do as I say, kneel on the bench on all fours, we’re going to begin. Trust me and use the safe words if you must but do your best not to, I need this Sydney more than I can explain. You may want to find your special place quickly to get through this, you’re going to need to go there more than ever before” he warns.

  Damian begins to rub his smooth hands over my buttocks. “Relax. Relax all your muscles here” he says as the tip of his finger runs the length of my slit. “You’ll need to breathe through your mouth and bear down when I tell you to. It will help to open you up so I can slide this anal vibrator into you. It will slide in easily if you obey me. I will use plenty of lube so it won’t hurt. Now relax and you’ll start to sink” he commands. Damian uses his thumb and index finger from his left hand to spread my cheeks apart, exposing my tight hole. He squirts the cool lubrication onto me and the vibrator; it feels soothing against my sensitive skin. I feel Damian begin to ease the tip of the vibrator into me and I begin to pucker at the sensation.

  “Relax and bear down for me” he orders and I try my best to comply. He was right and I am already being lulled to subspace by his voice alone. It’s a sweet decent knowing that it will ease what is about to happen.

  When he inserts the head into my ass I begin to feel a cool sensation, as he inserts more it is replaced with a feeling of fullness, burning but not pain.

  “Good girl, it’s in baby. You took it easily. Now lie on your back and be sure to squeeze your muscles, it’s small and thin, do not let it fall out” he instructs.

  I turn over onto my back and Damian spreads my legs slightly, just enough so he can look between them and see the vibrator that he put into place.

  “You are making me so fucking hard right now. It is taking every ounce of my strength not to fuck you senseless and forget your punishment.”

  “Let’s go with that plan. I like that idea” I say.

  “No, that would not help things at all, would it? Now, moving on.”

  Damian begins to lick and suck at my nipples. They become hard and erect, firm and tight under his expert touch. He reaches for something on the floor and before I can process what’s happening I feel the cold metal sliding around my helpless nipple. That feeling is followed by an intense pinching sensation that sends hot flashes of pain mixed with pleasure right between my legs. As I feel Damian’s tongue lap at my red swollen nipple my head lowers to the table and I give myself up to him, relaxing in a way only understood by a submissive.

  “That’s my good girl. God, the way you just relaxed for me is beyond words, so sweet. You’re already under aren’t you, angel? I think you’re ready. Here comes the other one.”

  I feel the same treatment on my other nipple. Damian’s cool rough tongue first then the feeling of cold metal followed by the pinching then the sweet pain that turns into bolts of pleasure. I float down further, my mind empties, the only feelings I have are the sensations caused by Damian. His voice. His hands. His smell. His power.

  “I’ve wanted to clamp these tiny pink nipples since the first time I saw them. God, you’re fucking perfect like this.”

  Damian sits on the bench next to me and tells me to go over his knee. I do as he says and I feel his hands rub my cheeks in circular movements. Then he removes his touch from my skin and I feel the first of many blows on my ass. He spanks me with his open hand many times, all the while reprimanding me for my behavior making me feel like a naughty girl.

  “You were half naked in a bar” he snarls. Slap. “Without me and you were drunk.” Slap, slap. “You accepted a drink from a strange man.” Slap, slap, slap.

  Each slap increases in intensity until finally he rains a series of ten hard fast blows onto me without words of explanation. When he finishes he tells me my ass is nice and red.

  “Now lie on your back and give me your wrists” he breathlessly orders.

  Damian cuffs my wrists and attaches them to the bench posts above my head then he repeats the process with my ankles. My legs are spread open a
nd my feet are on the floor, my ankles are attached with cuffs to the base of the bench. Damian slides a blindfold over my eyes again without explanation.

  “You okay, darling?”

  “Mmm”

  “Yes, I know you like going under like this, just stay with me enough so I know you’re okay. Keep breathing nice and easy for me.”

  Damian sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “When I saw you dancing with the girls last night I held Mac back. He wanted to intervene but I wanted to see how things would play out and you know what happened next? A group of guys joined you and the girls. One of them put his hands on you, right here” he says as he trails his fingertips across my tightly stretched stomach. All goes quiet for a moment and then I hear Damian moving away from me, opening a drawer then returning.

  “This is my stomach to touch, not his, not anyone’s, just mine” he roars as he lifts his arm and begins to brush over me with a flogger, over my abdomen and clamped encased breasts. My body betrays me and arches off the bench to meet each swipe of the soft leather. Once Damian finds a rhythm with the flogger he keeps at it awakening my skin and making each additional touch make me feel move real, more alive.