Stoned (The Stone Series)

by Berry, Kitty

  We stop on the first floor to get Alex and Parker who are in the hallway when we exit the elevator. Alex has her up against the wall with her thigh raised around his waist and his tongue buried in her mouth. I clear my throat and they break apart but the looks on their faces say it all, well that and the tent in the front of Alex’s pants that I plan to spend the day teasing him about. “Dude, please control that. We’re going to a game on campus not moving back in” I razz him.

  “Fuck off. You walk around like this on a daily basis. We had a late start this morning and didn’t have time to wake up the way we usually do” Alex says in explanation.

  “Too bad for you man, my woman woke me up the best way known to man” I say as Sydney slaps me on the arm and he flips me the bird.

  We decide to take the Bentley and Sydney slides in the front seat with me. She goes into the glove box and pulls out a pair of large Gucci sunglasses that make her look sexy and mature at the same time. When she wraps her hair up into a high pony tail she goes from mature and sexy to young, hot and irresistible in a second.

  We reach the highway and Parker breaks into their snack bag. Sydney decides on a lollipop and thinks it will be a good idea to tease me with it. She unwraps it and pops it into her mouth, rolling it around. She takes it out and licks it, all the while glancing at me, forcing me to have my eyes on her instead of on the road. When she starts to move it in and out of her mouth all I can think about is this morning and the next thing I know my bulging hard on is straining in my pants. “If you keep that up you’re going to have something much bigger shoved into your mouth” I warn her.

  “Oh, you wouldn’t dare.”

  “You know me well enough to know I will so don’t push it, baby. I’m already hard from watching you suck that lollipop, all I’d have to do is unzip.”

  “I’ll stop.”

  “Good girl.”

  We talk, sing and laugh throughout the ride until we pull onto campus and I notice Sydney’s whole body go ridged. “What’s up?” I inquire to no success, she’s completely shutting me out with what’s eating at her and I’m not happy. I let it go after a stern warning that she’ll be punished for it later. She shrugs me off which only adds to my anger.

  We watch the game and drink beer, have a few hot dogs, pretzels and hot chocolate. Alex has Parker on his lap and I have Sydney pulled close to me for body heat. After the game we head into the Alumni building for the after party, which was the worst mistake of my life. Never in a million years did I expect to find Samantha, my Dom Professor standing a few feet away from me. When she sees me she smiles and looks as surprised as I am then heads in my direction. Sydney is standing a few feet behind me talking with Parker and I don’t know how to avoid an introduction. I know Sydney is not going to be happy and with something already bothering her, this has the potential to turn really bad really fast.

  Sydney turns when she hears Samantha greet me, “Damian Stone. Look at you darling. It is so good to see you.”

  “Mother?” Sydney asks.

  “Mother?” I ask just starting to put the pieces together.

  “What are you doing here?” Samantha asks Sydney as she air kisses her on both cheeks.

  “I’m here with my boyfriend, mother.”

  “Your…” Samantha begins but is cut off when Sydney looks from her to me and is interrupted by Alex, “Oh, my God, Stone, Sydney is the little red haired girl.”

  “NO, NO, NO, NO” Sydney starts to scream as she pulls away from me and gets right in her mother’s face. “You have got to be kidding me. The only man I have ever willingly allowed to touch me was with you? You, my mother who wouldn’t believe me that I was raped under your roof and your darling Robert knew all about it. Why didn’t you believe me, mother? Hmm, maybe because you are so perverted you didn’t care? What, did you just expect me to like it because that’s the way you treat your subs? You just continue to ruin my life. I hate you. And you.” She turns to me, “And you, you stay away from me, I can’t even look at you. Did you know all along that I was her daughter? You must have with your little background checks. You knew that your “Master” was my mother. God, you’re sicker than I thought. Leave me alone, both of you” she screams and runs from the building with Parker in hot pursuit telling me to let her process this for a minute.

  “Sydney, stop” I try, hoping my Dom voice will work on her and stop her in her tracks. For a minute I think I’m right, she pauses, looks back at me with tears streaming down her face before she disappears out of the building. I immediately call Mac and make him run a track on her phone before I fall into a nearby chair and put my head in my hands. I look up at Alex with tears in my eyes, “I didn’t know, man. I swear to you I didn’t know. You have to make her believe me; you have to make her talk to me. I can’t lose her. She is my everything. I love her. Please go find her. I just need to know she’s okay, if she doesn’t want to see me right away I can live with that but please, I have to be sure she’s safe.”

  Mac calls me within a few minutes with Sydney’s location, she’s still on campus. I tell Alex where to head then Samantha approaches me and puts her hand on my back. I jump a mile at her touch, unable to allow her to comfort me. She’s never tried before, why start now?

  “What the fuck are you doing? Don’t touch me, Samantha. You have done enough damage to both me and your daughter already. Don’t make it worse, please.”

  “Oh, please. Think about it a second, Damian. Do you really believe that in this day and age a beautiful girl in her early twenties is an innocent? Especially one who has my blood running through her veins?”

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? Your daughter was raped from the time she was thirteen years old right under your nose by Ryan. He took her virginity, telling her he was going to pop her cherry; she didn’t even know what that meant at the time, the fucker. And Robert knew everything. He’s lucky he’s out of the country or I swear to you I’d already have killed him with my bare hands.”

  “Sydney always had a vivid imagination, being an only child did that to her. I guess I should have tried to give her a sibling but it’s a good thing I didn’t. Can you imagine how much worse this would be if you were the father of her half sibling?”

  “Samantha, you need help. I can’t deal with you right now. I need to find Sydney.”

  “With all that money you have, she’ll be back if she knows what’s good for her, don’t worry darling. This mama didn’t raise a fool.”

  “You didn’t raise her, you left her to fuck me and God only knows who else all those years. All those years when she needed you, you were too busy with me, creating this sick pervert I am today. God, I don’t know who makes me more sick, you or myself.”

  “Oh, Damian don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve been through a lot lately.”

  “Wait a minute. What are you doing here? I’ve been coming to these games every year since I left, you have never been here. You could have easily known I’d be here today. Did you know I was dating your daughter? Did you plan this?”

  “Now, Damian calm down. You may not be mine anymore but I can still take you over my knee” she warns.

  “Fuck you, Samantha. I’d love to see you try. Now answer my fucking question or you’re going to see a side of me you have never seen before and it will not be one you will like” I threaten her and mean every word of my threat.

  “Okay, fine, yes I knew you were dating Sydney. It was kind of hard not to after you killed Ryan to protect her so called innocent honor. I knew you came to these games and I checked the list, I saw that you responded and I wanted to see my daughter, I figured if you were here she’d be with you. I didn’t expect things to go the way they did.”

  That’s when I see Parker coming back into the building with Alex but not Sydney. I fly out of the chair and lunge at her, “Where the fuck is she and why are you not with her?”

  “Sydney needs to be alone right now. She doesn’t want to see you or talk to you. She said she will take a t
rain back to the city.”

  I call Mac immediately and demand an update on Sydney’s location.

  “Uh, how are you going to find out where she is?” Parker asks me.

  “I have a GPS on her phone.”

  “Um, she took my phone and gave me hers. She said hers was out of battery and she didn’t want to be without a phone” she tells me as she hands me Sydney’s phone that is fully charged. She lied to get Parker’s phone. She wanted to get away from me and not be found.

  I ask Alex for his phone and use it to call Sydney on Parker’s cell. She doesn’t answer; it goes right to voicemail like it would if it was turned off. I begin to lose my mind. She is alone on the streets of New Haven and I have no control over her. I call Mac, telling him what has happened and I give him Parker’s phone information in hopes that he’ll be able to track it somehow. I tell him to stay at my penthouse but to send Jonesie to wait on the first floor in case Sydney tries to hide out at Parker’s place. I have him send Dominick here to help locate Sydney.

  I spend the next two hours waiting for Dominick to get to Connecticut in a frantic state of panic. Samantha has finally left, leaving me her number and asking that I call her to let her know Sydney is okay. Alex and Parker take the Bentley back to the city while I just sit helpless making promises to no one that if Sydney is brought back to me safe and still in love with me I would do anything.

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  My entire world is crashing down around me. I am in love with a man who was my Dominant mother’s submissive for four years. She turned him into the control freak I know and love, the only man I have been sexually attracted to. I don’t want to lose what I have with him but how can I be with him? It makes me wretch just picturing the stories he’s told me about his Dom now that I picture my mother in that role. How can I ever let him kiss me with lips that have been on every inch of her body, how can I let him make love to me knowing he’s been inside her?

  I have to run away and get my head back in order so I switch phones with Parker when she catches up to me and go to a local bar. She understood that I needed time to process everything that just happened on my own, Damian won’t be as understanding. I drink myself into a stupor then ask the guy behind the bar to call me a taxi to take me to the train station. I make it onto the last train into the city and fall asleep on the way. When we get to Grand Central I call Parker’s apartment and tell her I am on my way there but I ask her not to let Damian know, I can’t face him right now. I am too drunk, too tired and too confused to deal with him. She tells me that she sent Alex home in case I called and needed to have her to myself for girl talk. She says Damian is frantic and has his entire security team trying to find me. I beg her not to tell him where I am.

  “I don’t know how you’re going to get in the building without him knowing. He has people looking for you all over Connecticut and here. The building is swarming with security and he keeps calling or coming down to check if I’ve heard from you. I know he doesn’t trust me to tell him if I hear from you especially after I sent Alex home, who’s pissed off at me now, thank you.”

  “I’m sorry, Park and thanks but please lie to Damian for me if he calls again. What goes around comes around. What does he expect? I don’t want to see him.”

  When I get to the apartment building I am found out by Pedro who says he has to alert Damian that I am in the building but I know if I run it should still give me enough time to get to Parker’s apartment before he can. It doesn’t matter though; once he hears I’m here he’ll use his code to let himself into her apartment if she won’t open the door. I’ll have to lock myself in the bathroom to avoid a face to face.

  I head to Parker’s and warn her that Damian will be barging in within the next three minutes and sure enough before I can even ask her if I can stay with her for awhile, until I figure things out he’s banging on the door. I give her a sad smile and nod for her to open the door as I turn and head to the bathroom. I close and lock the bathroom door. Damian enters the apartment yelling my name and Parker must point to where I am because he starts pounding on the bathroom door demanding that I talk to him.

  “Sydney, come out and talk to me, baby. Please, you have to believe me that I had no idea Samantha was your mother. Her last name is Blake; I never thought…I didn’t know. I swear to you, I didn’t know. It doesn’t change anything with us; don’t let this change anything with us. I love you; I’ve only ever loved you. God, baby I was so scared when I didn’t know where you were.”

  “Damian, I’m very drunk, very tired and I don’t want to do this right now. I’m safe so go home. I don’t want to see you. I’m staying with Parker tonight.”

  He’s quiet for a second then I hear his curse, “Fuck, Sydney. Baby, I can’t leave you like this. Don’t make me leave you when you need me. Let me take care of you, let me make everything okay.”

  I start to cry, soft sobs turning into uncontrollable gulps.

  “Jesus Christ, angel. Don’t do this. Let me in. I can make it better.”

  “I wish you could but you can’t unless you can go back in time and NOT FUCK MY MOTHER” I yell through the door. “Now go away, it’s over” I cry. “I can’t be with you.”

  “Sydney, don’t say that. I will not accept those words from you.”

  “Knock it off, Day. Stop being my fucking Dominant, I’m not your submissive!”

  “I wasn’t, Sydney. It’s not about that right now. This is about us. We can work this out, baby. Please don’t leave me. I love you. We can make this be okay. Please, I can’t lose you, I need you. Sydney please don’t say you are not mine, you are and you always will be.”

  “There is no us anymore and I am not yours. Now leave and leave me alone. Please. I cannot do this. We will never work. I was stupid to ever think that we would.”

  Before Damian can respond I hear Parker talking to him then I hear his voice soften as he says; “Listen to me. I am going back to the penthouse to give you some space to think things through but we are not over. I will trust Parker to take care of you for now. I will be back in a few hours to check on you. I love you, Sydney. I love you” he says and then there’s quiet. I curl on the cold floor and cry myself to sleep, telling Parker to leave me alone too; I can’t talk about any of it to anyone, not even her.

  For the next week, I think it’s a week, I don’t know, I can’t keep track of time. Like how I lost all time when Damian pushed me under into my subspace I have no concept of time now. I sleep a lot but I am never rested. I hide under the covers, savoring the dark and trying to get warm. It’s only mid-September but to me it feels cold enough to be January, it’s a cold deep down to my bones; a chill that covers my body and it won’t go away.

  Even in sleep I am in turmoil. When I finally make my eyes close and I drift to sleep all I see is him, I dream of him, the most realistic dreams I’ve ever had. Some are of us and things we did, dinner at his place, kissing in the elevator. Other times I dream of our future and we’re together and happy, other’s I’m alone and scared. The worst dreams are the erotic ones. I feel him touch me, stroke me between my legs; it creates an ache that I can’t rid myself of. An ache that is present in my sleep and wakeful hours. I dream of him being kinky, spanking me and tying me up. Never do I feel fear during those dreams, but I feel alone and empty when I awake.

  I can’t allow myself to slip into my mind, to think about what has happened but I can’t think about anything else either. I want to talk to Parker and Drea but I can’t find the words to explain this to myself much less someone else. I want to hear from Drea and ask how Damian is. I wonder if he’s moved on or if he’s as wrecked as I am. He’s come to check on me a few times but he’s left when Parker has turned him away. He’s not fighting for me so I can only assume he’s done with me, moved on, welcomed sub number twenty-two into his bed already or maybe now that he’s been reunited with my mother he’s gone back to his submissive days.

  I continue to spend my days and nights burrowed under the c
overs of the bed with tissues scattered all around me. The worse times are when I can’t control the sobbing and they make me wretch until I vomit and shake. I am ugly and my face is blotchy and red, my hair is stringy and greasy, I don’t remember the last time I showered or brushed my teeth. I think about Damian constantly. His face is a sight burned into my memory, his body is a feeling seared into my skin. I smell his scent with every intake of breath; I smell it in my pores. I taste him on my lips. I hear his commanding voice and his laughter; I see his wicked grin when I close my eyes. I miss them all. I am going out of my mind.

  I continue to refuse to see or speak to Damian, fighting my overwhelming need to see him, allow him to hold me, give him a chance to explain and make it all right. He resumes coming to Parker’s apartment to see me saying that he’s tried to give me space but that he can’t take being away from me. I run into the bathroom or the bedroom and lock the door, refusing to face him. He begs, he cries but I still refuse him. I don’t know which is worse, him coming and me refusing to see him or if he was to stop coming by again, confirming my growing fear of abandonment. I feel lost, abandoned, like I am grieving from the death of a loved one. I don’t eat, I make Parker get me wine in large quantities and I still barely leave my bed long enough to shower. I feel bad; Parker’s been great, giving me her bed and putting up with Damian’s constant pleas to see me. Thankfully she’s that kind of friend, one who is there for me in any way that I need her to be.