Stoned (The Stone Series) (39 page)

“I don’t think I know anyone named Brittany, does she work at the gym?” Damian adds to my confusion.

“She said she was with you, one of your subs about a year and a half ago. What, you’ve had so many that you don’t even remember them; they meant that much to you? You met her at The Society when she went there with Mark.”

“Mark? What the fuck were you doing talking to someone associated with Mark? He looks at Mac through the rear view mirror, “And where the fuck were you when this was happening?”

“Leave him alone. He was standing outside the sauna door. She approached me in Zumba class; we chatted and did the class together. She seemed nice. When the class ended we went to the sauna, Mac checked the whole room first then waited outside. We figured you’d rather not have him see me half naked.”

That shuts Damian up momentarily and I use the lull in conversation to give Damian and Mac a play by play of the exchange Brittany and I had. Damian is now clearly agitated. I’m not sure if it’s over Mark and Ryan or me speaking to Brittany about him and his sexual past.

Damian defends himself, “First of all I would never arrange for an initiation of anyone without conducting a background check. I have never been with someone without doing a background check.”

I interrupt, “So you did a background check on me? Behind my back?”

“Yes as a matter of fact I did, are we going to argue over that point right now or can we get to the bottom of what happened with this girl whom I don’t know first?”

“Fine, you don’t take new initiates without doing background checks.”

“I also would never take someone as an initiate on their first time at The Society, they would never be ready. It would be irresponsible. I would have been afraid they were only agreeing because they were into me or one of the other Head Masters.”

Damian rakes his hands through his hair before moving on to his second point, “Secondly, I admit to being controlling but I have never controlled anyone’s entire life. Do you think that’s what I’m doing to you?” he softens at his question.

“This isn’t about me, this is about you.”

“Like hell it is, this is about you and that fucker trying to get to you. He’s trying to come between us so he can have easier access to you, can you not see that?” he asks.

“Okay, we’ll talk about Brittany later.”

“There is no Brittany to discuss” he yells at me.

“Don’t yell at me” I demand and Damian apologizes, admits he’s just worried. I continue, “So Ryan sent her, or Mark. I don’t know which. She said she’s involved with Mark and has been since you left her and never looked back.”

“I was never with her. I told you, I don’t know a Brittany, this girl has never been my sub.”

“Whatever.” I yell, in no mood for this. “Ryan is in financial trouble since you pulled out of the deal.”

“Is that what this deranged chick said? I pulled out of the deal? I not only pulled out of the deal, I ruined him. He raped the only woman I have ever been in love with and you think I would just pull out of the deal? He’ll never come back from what I’ve done to him; no one will ever do business with him again. Every backer he had for his new deal has pulled out.”

“Well, now he wants the money his father gave me to shut me up. I lied to Brittany and told her I didn’t have it and she said he didn’t care. She said you are one of the richest men in the country and I can get the money from you. She’s calling me on Friday at S&S. If I don’t have the money she’s going to the media with her story about you, Ryan will go to them about me. She claims there are pictures and apparently Ryan’s still telling everyone that I’m lying. If they go to the media this story will make you look like a monster and I’ll look like a money digging whore and everyone will believe him and think I wanted what he did to me.”

“Mac, tell the team we will be meeting at the penthouse in one hour. This is ending on Friday” Damian orders Mac who quickly makes a call to Dominick.

“We’ll talk more about this when we get home” Damian says ending the conversation for the time being. He sits without looking at me the rest of the ride, just stewing in his mind, facing the traffic rushing by his window. “Go to the apartment” he demands Mac then softens, “Please” he asks.

The paparazzi are in full force when we arrive at the penthouse and Damian instantly lunges at one of them only to be stopped by Mac who shoves him into the building before he makes contact with the guy’s face. I follow close behind but stop cold when for the first time they call me by name. Damian grabs me and pulls me along with him as he laces into Mac.

“Why the fuck did you do that? That motherfucker had it coming.”

“I did that to save your ass, man. You only wanted to kick his ass because you’re pissed off. I’m not going to watch you try to destroy your reputation over some fucking scum bag. Save it for the douche bag that deserves it.” Mac’s words seem to work magic and calm Damian down enough that we make it to the penthouse without another outburst from him. When we enter the penthouse Damian jumps into bossy mode. He orders Mrs. Ford to prepare food and drinks for the security team, he tells Mac, Dominick and Jonesie to prepare for the meeting and he orders me into the master suite.

“This is not the time for this conversation but I will gladly have it with you later. I will tell you every name and last detail about every sub I have had. There has been no Brittany. She either gave you the wrong name or she was never my sub. By her story I’m guessing she was never my sub. She knows parts of the lifestyle but she’s way off on so many facts. I will take you to the initiation on Saturday night and you can see for yourself how it works.”

Damian sits on the bed and pats the spot next to him. I sit down and he wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his body. “Ryan is playing head games with you, it’s how he’s always controlled you. Don’t let him do this to us. You know I have never felt for anyone the way I feel about you. Things with you are different. Even though her facts are all fucked up and I don’t for a minute believe she was my sub, don’t let what this girl said to you change the way you feel about me. I am not a sadist and I am certainly not a rapist. I did background checks on every one of my subs to be sure they were twenty one and did not have a history of mental illness. That’s why I did one on you as well. They all agreed to the terms, they knew what they were getting into and they knew the time with me would be limited. They all signed a confidentiality clause stating that they could never speak of our relationship to the press. If they do they will be fined a huge sum of money. Trust me; none of them would breech this level of trust with me, that is how I know this girl is a fake.”

I fall back on the bed, cover my face with my hands and start to cry.

“Hey, you’ve been through a lot, growing up and now again. Stop, no more crying. I wasn’t there when you were a kid but I’m here now and no one is going to hurt you again. I won’t let that happen.”

Damian lays next to me and holds me, kissing my forehead, eyes and nose and inhaling my hair for what feels like hours. We don’t speak; we just lay wrapped in each other’s arms until Mac knocks on the door alerting us to the start of the meeting.

“I need you to be strong for me just for a little bit longer okay?”

I nod yes.

“That’s my brave girl. Come. When the meetings over we can talk about anything you want to know.”

Chapter 14

My security team meets with Sydney and
I in my home office to formulate a plan of action for Friday and try to locate the girl who approached her at my gym. I instruct them to pull all the surveillance tapes from the gym and I’m pleased to learn they already have them in their possession. We review them and I do not recognize the girl who claims to have been my sub. As I suspected she lied to Sydney to upset her, making it easier for her to overtake Sydney and get what she wants. We have no way of knowing if she is acting alone or if she really is working with Mark and or Ryan but our guess is that she is. The only other explanation is that she’s trying to get at me for some other reason but her motives seem driven by Sydney’s step brother and his deranged friend. Security is placed at the gym and neither Sydney nor I will return until after Friday, we’ll use my private gym in the penthouse until then.

We decide to have Sydney attend work this week as she normally would, returning tomorrow but with additional undercover security. Alex has been informed about the situation and he’s as upset over it as I am. He’s been my constant since freshman year of college, he knows how much she means to me, he’s seen the changes happening in me and he knows they’re all because of her. He will protect what is mine as wickedly as I would. I know she’ll be safe in his presence but I don’t like thinking about her out of my sight.

The plan is for Sydney to wait for Brittany to call her with instructions on Friday. Sydney is instructed by security to continue to lie about not having the money or access to mine. Brittany threatened her not to tell anyone about their discussion so Sydney will tell her that she can’t access my money without telling me what it is for. The team suspects she’ll instruct Sydney to get the money from me any way she has to, in which case she is going to pretend to tell me that if I don’t give her the money she’ll go to the press and tell them about my sexual preferences and The Society, that I raped her. The security team is having phone taps placed as we speak on the S&S phone lines, mine and Sydney’s apartments and our cell phones. Sydney’s phone already has a GPS tracking system on it which she is none too happy to learn about, mine is being activated now.

“Why do you have a tracking system on my phone? Is that why you gave me this phone so you could track my every move?” she asks with much more attitude then I am comfortable accepting, especially in front of my security team.

“Watch your tone” I warn. “I have a GPS system on your phone to keep you safe in situations like the very one we are discussing now. I have never used it but if and when I do need to I will and I will not feel guilty about it. End of discussion, Sydney, it’s for your safety and you know how I feel about that, it’s non-negotiable.”

“So you’re saying it’s a hard limit?” she sasses me and I shoot her a warning look that says it all but I add a slap to my leg for emphasis.

The security team needs to plan out the details for Friday but for now Sydney and I are done. I will meet with them when their plans are completed then on Thursday we will have a meeting to review our final plan of action. I’m not happy about where I see this going. I know the team is going to try to keep me out of it and there is no way in fucking hell that is going to happen and I warn them of that, if Sydney is involved and in danger I will be involved too. I know they are going to want to put a wire on her and get her to meet Brittany in an attempt to get to Ryan and Mark and I’m not at all comfortable with her being anywhere near either of them. I’m not completely confident that Sydney can handle seeing Ryan again. I don’t know what it would do to her. She’s come so far, I will not have her set back because of that douche bag.

It’s now evening and Sydney is not looking well. I insist that she eat something before we retire to my room for some privacy. We sit at my kitchen island and Sydney tries to eat her meal but she barely gets three bites down before she pushes it away. I know she only ate that much just to appease me.

“I’m going to bed” she says as she rises and starts to head to my room.

“I’ll come with you” I say as I follow her.

When we get into my room she asks if she can take a shower first. She ran from the sauna and we left the gym without her showering. I decide to run us a bath; we can both use a little relaxation. She follows me into the bathroom, not wanting to be alone even for a few minutes. I run a hot bath and pour in her favorite bath oil. I turn on the heater knowing we’re going to be in there a while and not wanting the water to get cold. She takes off her clothes and steps into the tub; I grab a wash cloth, a cup with a spout and a puff then follow her in and arrange her in front of me between my legs. She leans her head back and rests it on my shoulder.

I begin to pour the hot water over her body from the cup. I wet her shoulders and her hair. I use the spout to focus on her nipples and I hear her intake of breath as they pucker for me. I roll them in between my fingers and she moans gently. I love the blush that covers her chest as her nipples turn to tight little berries for me.

“You can ask me anything you want now, you know, about my past” I remind her.

“Maybe in a few minutes, I like we’re this is going” she purrs.

I continue to arouse her by drizzling hot water over one then the other nipple. She is amazing to watch as she becomes aroused. Her eyes begin to dilate and if it’s possible turn a more vivid violet. Her head rolls back and her mouth slightly opens. Watching her slide down to her subspace is so arousing I can almost not contain my desire for her. As her mouth opens I slide my tongue inside, kissing her with all the passion I feel. This woman has awoken in me something I still have no words for. My tongue teases, I swipe at the roof of her mouth and she moans into mine at the sensation.

When I sense that she’s ready for more stimulation I reach for the washcloth and submerge it in the water. I use it to wash her shoulders and back, squeezing water from it so it cascades down her body, she arches her back when she feels the water run down her. Her waist is tiny and the dip at the base of her spine when she arches like this is enough to make me need to come. My balls are heavy and tight and my cock is swelled to full size already. I have to shift her body in front of me for comfort.

Sydney begins to squirm but she stills upon my warning. She’s learned so much in such a short time. Her innocence is what drew me to her initially but this sensuality that she’s developed since she’s been with me is just as enticing. Knowing that she needs more and in her state of mind unable to handle much more teasing I decide to let her come faster than I normally would have. I so enjoy watching her as her orgasm builds, never knowing if that next touch will be the one that I will allow to send her over the edge but I know she needs to be pleasured not teased right now.

“I’m going to make you come now, relax, go with it. You need to release some of the tension, then I am going to make love to you in this tub and we can take our time with your next orgasm” I inform her.

I roll the washcloth so that it’s similar in shape to a snake. I gently spread open her red and swollen pussy and maneuver the washcloth inside, taking care to place it directly on her exposed and hardened clit. I keep one hand on the washcloth near her sweet pussy then reach to grab the other end near her tight ass. An uncontrollable moan escapes her lips and I cover them with mine again. I begin to move the washcloth back and forth causing a friction to develop between her legs and the sensation runs through her body as she shivers from head to toe. Her head remains on my shoulder but now she is thrashing it from side to side and continues to do so until I settle her with another kiss on her mouth. I break from her mouth long enough to give her what she’s obediently waiting for, my permission. “That’s right come for me, my good girl.”

With that she releases her tension and melts into my body as the orgasm rushes through her. The water begins to slosh out of the tub over the sides as her body convulse and thrashes over mine. I wrap my arms around her until the last of the spasms have subsided then I move her under me, place my hands on the side of the tub on either side of her body and gently enter her as I kiss her forehead, eyelids and lips. My body is so accustomed to hers I don’t need to guide myself into her, my cock able to find its home inside of her. She moans loudly at the feeling of fullness and reaches for my hair pulling me to her for another kiss. When she lets me up for air she is crying, slow sweet tears running down her face. I kiss each one of them away as I slowly pull out and enter her over and over again causing more water to slosh out of the tub. “Am I hurting you?” I ask already knowing that her answer will be that her tears stem from an emotional not physical pain.

“Not right now, but I’m afraid you will in the end” she honestly admits.

She still doesn’t understand the transformation she’s caused in me because she has no idea what I was like before. It’s time to own up to my less than stellar behavior when it came to the women before her. She has no idea that it is her who can easily crush and destroy me. I have never loved anyone, never thought I could or would want to until I meet her. If I was to lose her I don’t know what I would become. Now that I know what this feels like I could never imagine returning to the life before. Yeah, the sex has always been mind-blowing but without any emotional connection at all. With Sydney it’s even more intense because of the feelings I experience for her emotionally while experiencing the physical pleasures.

“I will never do anything to hurt you. I am so in love with you it hurts. I could never imagine a day without you in my arms or me inside of you like this. You feel so good, better than it’s ever been for me, Sydney, different and so much better, angel.”

She continues to softly cry as she caresses my arms and chest. When I feel her orgasm building again I don’t hold back my own. We come together moaning into each other’s mouths until her crying stops. I linger inside of her, hating this moment when it’s over and I need to pull out. If given the choice I would stay inside her forever but I know we need to talk and not in this position for the conversation we need to have. I step out of the tub, help her out and we dry ourselves off and dress in sweatpants and t-shirts. Sydney climbs into bed and holds the covers open for me. I climb in next to her and she cuddles into me. I inhale her hair, relaxing from the closeness and smell of her. She smells amazing, like the bath oils but with a little bit of lust still lingering on her skin.

“We need to talk about my past, Syd.”

“I know but I’m afraid of what I’m going to hear. What if I can never look at you the same?”

“I’m the man you know now not the man I’m going to tell you about.”

“And they’re different?” she asks.

“Yes, because of you they are. I no longer like the man I used to be, it embarrasses me to think of who I was. You’ve made me be a better man and I don’t want to lose what we have, what we can have.”

I begin with my first sub, Courtney. We met in late August 2005 at a singles night for people with my sexual interests at a club in the village. She was my age and when we got to talking learned that we had similar experiences that introduced us to this lifestyle. She was seduced by an older person as well but after her experience she wished to remain a submissive where I spent the last few months with Samantha acting as her Dominant, learning.

Courtney had long curly blond hair and stunning green eyes that she always kept down casted. She displayed not an ounce of self-confidence, lacking even the ability to make eye contact with me. We ended up at her place that night where I made her undress for me and masturbate sitting spread eagle in front of me until she came. I then tied her hands behind her back, bound her ankles together and then tied her wrists to her them. I flipped her over onto her stomach and took her fast and hard from behind. I never kissed her, never held her, and never said her name. When we were done I told her I thought she would work out nicely and we agreed to meet the following night to sign paperwork. We were together for four months when I replaced her with my second sub, Whitney.

“Do you want details about everyone? I mean Sydney; they were all the same, meaningless and empty fucks. I can give you a list of names or tell you where they are now if I know but what’s the point? I carried on for years like that, until I met you. I tried to be the same with you but I couldn’t. Something in me changed when you walked into my life and I couldn't think of you like that. I knew you deserved better and I wanted to be better for you.”

“What about us is different? Tell me.”

“I never loved them. I didn’t feel an emotional connection to them. That’s why when each contract ended I walked away. It was easy to move on to the next challenge. When I was with them I cared for them, I took care of them but the piece missing, the piece I never knew could mean so much was love. With you, I could never move on, being without you would be like being without a part of me. I couldn’t survive. Am I making you understand that? I love you, Sydney.”