Stoned (The Stone Series)

by Berry, Kitty

  When he’s satisfied he says, “You did well baby, we’re done with this part of your punishment. Okay?”

  “Fine”

  “Still with me?”

  “A little” I admit.

  He unties me and carries me over to the bed, gently putting me down on the cool satin sheets. He reaches for the tube of lubrication again and squirts some between my breasts, on my sore red nipples that remain in the clamps.

  “Now I am going to fuck these amazing tits and come all over them. You will not come no matter how bad you need to and I know you need to. Do you understand?”

  “I…can’t always control it…hard when this excited…you know that.”

  “Well, I suggest you try very hard or I will remove everything and we’ll start over” he warns as he grabs my hands, places them on each side of my breasts and tell me to squeeze them together tightly. He removes his pants, straddles me then reaches between my legs. I hear a click and begin to feel the vibrating sensations inside my back passage. I open my eyes wide at him, the feeling has the potential to make me come instantly and he knows it.

  “I’d be very careful if I were you. Breathe through your mouth and calm yourself, you are not to come, Sydney. But I’m going to come so fucking hard and love every second of watching you struggle to hold yourself.”

  Damian places his engorged penis between my tight swollen breasts and he begins to thrust fast. Within seconds he is racing towards his orgasm.

  “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I’m going to come all over you, catch some on your tongue. Fuck, I’m coming” he yells as he spurts his hot white release on me, my breasts, and my face. Some lands on my extended tongue and I quickly take it in. I use my tongue to lick my lips and gather what more of it I can reach. Damian takes his finger and rubs it into whatever I am unable to reach then he plunges his finger into my mouth. I suck on it greedily. The combination of watching him firmly closing his eyes, clenching his jaw and coming with the sensations from the vibrator and the taste of his come push me into my first climax. My body thrashes off of the bed and bucks against Damian’s firm sweaty body. He smiles at me with a gleam in his eye. “Did I authorize that orgasm?” he jokes.

  “Sorry…couldn’t help it. When you came it just pushed me over the edge. I love seeing you like that. I can’t control myself when you lose yourself like that” I admit in tears.

  “Mmm…Hmmm. Well I didn’t give you permission to come now did I? And I told you that if you came without my permission we would have to start all over.”

  I sigh in agony at what is still ahead of me.

  “Let me take these clamps off first” he says as he licks at my erect captured nipples. As he licks at them he slowly releases one and then the other and watches as my body responds throwing me into another spasm of pleasure. He laughs and continues to smile with that gleam in his eye.

  “Stand up, bend down and touch your toes. It’s time to take out that vibrator, it seems to be causing you way too much pleasure during your punishment” he states.

  I follow his instructions and bend down. I hear the click and the sensations begin to die out. Damian grasps the apparatus and gently removes it from my body in a slow rotating motion, adding to my enjoyment. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, places me down on the cool satin sheets and makes himself comfortable next to me.

  “You did very well in here today but I’m not completely finished with you just yet” he says as he slides between my legs. I feel him run the bridge of his nose up and down the center of my vagina, parting my lips. He inhales like he does with my hair and murmurs, “I love the way you smell when you come. It drives me crazy. I want to taste you now.”

  I feel his tongue slide inside me effortlessly. He laps at my sex creating more wetness. His tongue flutters over and around my clit driving my body off the bed. I am aching for another orgasm even though I should be sated. Damian reads my body so well, he stops to raise his head and smirk at me asking, “Need another, angel?”

  “Yes, please. Make me come. It feels so good.”

  And just when I am about to explode he stops and asks, “Did it feel good last night when you were drunk and dancing with strange men?”

  “Argh. No, please. This…good. You…good. Please…need to…come” I beg as I lift my hips trying to make myself brush against his mouth.

  “A,A, A, no you don’t. This is a punishment for you, remember? And I will tell you when you come and when you don’t and right now you don’t. You’re lucky I’m not starting over from the beginning like I said I was going to.” Damian sits down on the bed with his back against the headboard. “You’ve come too many times already; you don’t get to come again but I do, suck my dick, make me come in your mouth then we’ll talk about what happened last night.”

  I sigh in frustration but eagerly obey his orders. I lick his sculpted abs letting my tongue dart in and out of his belly button before my teeth graze his hip bones. I run my tongue over the inside of his thighs then take first one and then his other testicle into my mouth. Damian growls and grabs my hair. I lick the length of his erect shaft from root to tip up and down a vein causing him to reward me with a drop of ejaculation at the tip. I swirl my tongue around it then let it slide into the hole in a slow agonizing circle. I slowly look up at Damian as I wrap my lips completely around him and begin to suck gently. His eyes close and his head falls back with a moan.

  “Oh. God. Yeah that’s it. Suck me off in your mouth. Don’t stop till you make me come” he begs.

  I begin to suck him harder as I move my mouth up and down his full length. I start to use my hand, pumping him as I suck. This is what finally brings him to his breaking point.

  “Now, don’t get any crazy ideas of pay back” he says as he holds my head on his ready to erupt erection. I continue to suck him and marvel at how well he knows me. It was my plan all along to bring him right to this edge and then stop like he did to me but now I have no choice but to allow him to topple over that edge into my mouth.

  “Mmmm..swallow it all baby” he moans as he comes in my mouth with a devilish smile on his face.

  Once Damian’s chiseled chest stops heaving, he catches his breathe and I slowly come slightly back from my private world he demands that I explain my behavior from the previous night. I explain that it was all very innocent and that it had nothing to do with any men. The girls and I were just having a good time together dancing and drinking. We never asked the guys to give us any attention or buy us drinks. I defend myself by explaining how I remember pushing a guy who tried to dance with me away before I even knew Damian was there.

  “Okay, fine then explain to me why in God’s name you were dressed like you were.”

  “I was at work in my work clothes when the other girls came to get me. They were all dressed to go out, I looked plain and ugly compared to them so they took me to your agency and we did my makeup and I burrowed that outfit from a shoot. I guess it’s a good thing you own the agency seeing as how you ripped it from my body last night.”

  “First of all, you are the most beautiful girl I know. I would hire you to be a model at Hot Stones in a minute if I could deal with your half naked pictures posted in Times Square. Don’t ever feel less attractive than my sister or Parker or any of their model friends. Second of all, you should have picked a less reveling outfit to wear.”

  “Mmm” I semi-growl at him. He raises his eyebrows in warning. We go back and forth over every nuisance of the evening, Damian fighting me on every point. By the time we are done arguing I discover what bothered him the most. It’s that he’s as insecure about our relationship and me as I am about him. He never admits this but I start to connect the dots. He’s never been with someone he was invested in emotionally and now that he is he doesn’t know what to do to keep himself safe from getting hurt. What he doesn’t realize is there is nothing he can do. Once you love someone you open yourself up to the pain of a breakup or a betrayal, all you can do is hope for the best and
trust the other person with your exposed and vulnerable heart.

  “Damian Stone, you are the man of my dreams and I love you. No other man could ever catch my eye because even when you’re not with me, you’re all that I see.”

  Damian lights up and it makes him look even more gorgeous, he kisses me deeply on my mouth, climbs on top of me and as he holds onto the headboard with both hands above my head he gently slides into me whispering, “Mine”. He continues to kiss me, his tongue dancing with mine until he starts to whisper, “Mine, mine, mine” with every thrust. As he approaches his orgasm his thrusts grow in intensity and his voice becomes louder, “Ahh. Mine. Yes. Mine. Mine. Fuck. ALL MINE. Ahh.” By the time he comes he’s yelling and grunting his claim over me. I agree, “All yours” as I am finally able to rush towards my own exploding orgasm. We lay on the bed and doze for a few minutes until Damian stirs, nuzzles my neck and inhales my hair.

  “We need a shower, food and a nap and not necessarily in that order. We need to get up though because they need to clean the room, it’s booked for eight tonight. Come, let’s go home and have a nice warm bath and order a pizza.”

  “Are we okay now?” I ask.

  “Are we?” Damian asks me. “After I punished you like that, are we?”

  “Yes, we’re fine. I’m surprised you didn’t start over like you warned me” I reassure him as he gathers me in his arms.

  “You were amazing, you know that? You really handled it well. I thought for sure you’d safe word me. I will follow through next time though; I didn’t want to overwhelm you too much on this first go around. I didn’t think you could handle another round of that” he admits. I just smile and shrug my shoulders. I don’t know how much more I could have handled.

  When we get back to the penthouse Drea and Mac are holed up in her room so we head straight for the tub. Damian adds the bath oils and I turn on the faucet. As the room becomes scented with the bath and candles Damian has lit we climb into the tub and sink under the water, we are prunes before we climb out. Damian and I dry ourselves off and put on comfy clothes. We curl up on the sofa in front of the television and wait for the pizza to arrive. When we finally fall into bed later that night Damian spoons around me, pulling my back into his front. He inhales my hair and kisses behind my ear.

  “Sydney Cooper, you are the woman of my dreams and I love you. No other woman will ever catch my eye because even when you’re not with me, you’re all that I see. I love you, baby” Damian says my words back to me before we fall into a deep sleep, our bodies completely sated from the day’s activities.

  Chapter 21

  Over the next weeks we continue with our weekly therapy sessions with Dr. Klein. Sydney is having an increasingly hard time with her past; more memories are working their way to the surface. In one of our sessions Dr. Klein urges Sydney to remember what Ryan did to her, to feel the pain and work through it. When she struggles with this he hypnotizes her to help her repair her repressed memories so she can deal with them and move forward. Sydney recalls a time that she had since forgotten and I have to sit there and listen as the horrid story unfolds.

  Sydney was fifteen and her mother was spending more and more time away from their house. She was often home alone with Ryan and his father, Robert. Not wanting to be caught off guard by her step brother she often times tried to hide in her mother and step father’s room. One day Ryan went looking for her and found her there crouched into a corner. He dragged her out by her hair, lifted her and threw her onto their parent’s bed. He pulled her pants down in one motion and climbed on top of her, holding her down with his weight. He pulled himself out of his pants and shoved inside of her. When she cried out and turned her head to the side so she wouldn’t have to watch him she saw someone in the shadows of the dim room. With Dr. Klein’s help she is able to see the figure and identify it as Robert. He stood and watched, knowing that his son had forced himself on his step sister. When Sydney awakes she is breathing hard and sweating, her body is trembling as she crawls into my lap. I am sitting on the couch stunned, plotting my revenge on Robert as I sooth Sydney with my kisses. Robert not only turned a blind eye on what his son was doing, he stood and watched, possibly more than once. He was an adult who knew an innocent child who was under his care, living under his roof was in danger and being abused and he choose to do nothing to help her. There is no punishment too great for him.

  Dr. Klein attempts to get Sydney to contact her mother but she is adamantly against it. I think it may be due to the fact that Sydney is afraid her mother won’t believe her about Robert either, that she’ll side with her husband. There’s a part of me that’s afraid she’s right, the same part that’s afraid her mother already knows and has known for years. When I voice these feelings in one of our sessions Sydney and I end up in a fight to end all fights. It happens to be at one of our emergency sessions one night at Dr. Klein’s home upstate.

  Sydney spent three days in bed, refusing to get up for work or to even shower. This all came on so suddenly it blindsided me. She was doing so well after Ryan kidnapped her that I thought it was all behind us. She claimed she wasn’t feeling well but I could tell she was lying; she was sinking into a deep depression. She lost about five pounds because she wasn’t eating and she had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep even though she never left our bed. By the third day of that behavior I had had enough, I called Dr. Klein and he offered to see us at his home. I dressed Sydney in clothes and threw her hair into a ponytail, picked her up in my arms and carried her to the car. I drove; all the while Sydney rested her head on my shoulder but never spook a word. She knew where I was taking her but she still remained silent. She didn’t argue with me or fight me in anyway which changed quickly during our session. By the end of our session she was enraged.

  “Stop fucking pushing me to call my mother. You don’t know her. She’s never been there for me. Her boyfriends have always been her first concern, never me. That won’t change now. Just leave this alone, let it die.”

  “I don’t care how fucking upset you are, you’d better watch that tone with me” I warn her.

  “Or what? You’re going to punish me? Bring it on” she retorts to Dr. Klein’s obvious curiosity.

  “What do you mean by that Sydney?” he asks.

  “Oh, he knows what I mean.”

  “Maybe he does but I’d like to explore this.”

  “Fine. He’s controlling. Everything has to be his way. Our whole relationship began because he was looking for some weak girl who would submit to everything he forced onto her.”

  “Stop! First of all, I have never thought you were weak. If anything I think you are the strongest person I know, you’re stronger than I am. I never could have survived what you did and come out alive or without killing someone. Secondly, I have never forced you to do anything. I have never forced any woman to do anything. Stop fucking projecting what that motherfucker did to you on me. I am not him.”

  Dr. Klein interjects and when he tries to lead us in an open discussion about our relationship Sydney refuses to participate and insists that we leave. I agree to take her home but tell Dr. Klein that we will schedule an appointment to finish our discussion during the week.

  We walk out of Dr. Klein’s home to my car that I parked in the circular driveway. I open the door for Sydney and she refuses to look at me as she climbs in. I start the car and turn on my Hinder CD; Get Stoned comes on as I speed down the streets upstate that lead to the highway not speaking to or looking at her. I am so mad I want to fling her over my knee and make her ass bright red.

  I steal a glance in her direction at the lyrics and I see the look in her eyes first and then she unbuckles her seat belt and climbs into my lap. She hikes up her mini skirt and pulls down my zipper all the while sucking at my neck. She takes my growing erection from my pants and pushes her panties to the side. Before I can protest she grasps the base of my dick and guides it inside of her. We haven’t had sex in days, since she took to our bed and refu
sed to move, that coupled with the excitement of car sex while I’m driving has me racing to an orgasm that I know will come much too soon if I don’t get myself under control and fast. Luckily we are on a pretty deserted road and I’m able to pull over and shove the car into park. I start breathing heavily out of my mouth to gain control over my body but Sydney picks this as the time to start talking dirty to me into my ear. She whispers, “You are so big, you fill my hot wet pussy with your cock. It feels so full and tight and I can’t help but clench my pussy around you.”

  She does what she’s saying and clenches her internal muscles around me so tightly I almost come on the spot.

  “I want to fuck you fast and make you come inside me. I want to feel you squirt your hot come in my pussy. It’ll make me come too” she continues as I hold her ass cheeks and try my best to slow her body as it rides up and down on my shaft. I try but it’s useless, I’m too far gone and I explode with a grunt inside her. I quickly remove her from my body and fling her to the passenger seat. I turn her body around so she’s sideways, pull her panties down and spread her legs. I go at her pussy with my tongue. I use my fingers to open her up then I lick up and down her inner channel tasting my own come. I can sense she’s about to succumb to her own pleasure so I pull back the protective covering of her clit as I slide my tongue into the folds of her pussy and flick it gently with my tongue. She grabs my hair and comes with a loud cry. I suck at her opening, tasting the mixing flavor of our combined pleasure.