Stoned (The Stone Series) (6 page)

“I hope this will take the edge off. You seem a little high strung for three in the afternoon. I can use one myself too; I just finished a phone meeting with that arrogant fucking prick I told you about. You remember the resort deal I’ve been working on” I say as I hand Alex his glass.

“Damian, you know what I’m here to talk about. Stop avoiding the topic.”

“I do. And if I’m being honest I need this drink more because of her then I do over this business deal” I reluctantly admit as I take a gulp of the liquid and wait for the heat. “Alex, I don’t know what’s happening to me, I can’t seem to get a handle on my emotions. They’ve never been a factor in the past and they’ve caught me off guard.”

“Your emotions? Are you serious with this shit, man? Are you telling me you have feelings for Sydney?” Alex downs his whiskey in one gulp as well and holds out his glass for another, I oblige and pour myself another as well.

“I think I may need your help. You’ve tried my lifestyle, I know you were never hard core like me but you know what it entails. You’ve also been in love before and you understand what that involves too.”

“Yes, true on both points but I have to warn you, women are complicated and just because we think we have the answer to solve the riddle with one of them doesn’t mean it will solve the puzzle with all of them. But go ahead and try me, I’ll see what light I can shed on the situation but I must warn you, I’m not happy with where this is all heading” Alex responds as he turns down  another helping of whiskey.

“I’m convinced she’s submissive. She probably doesn’t know it, hell she probably would never seek it out but I can feel it. And I like her, damn it. I had lunch with her and I started feeling things.”

“Things? What things?”

“Where should I begin? Her innocence made me hard, her body is flawless, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. But it’s so much more than that, more than just those physical things that I’ve felt before. I can’t fucking believe I’m sitting here saying this but my stomach kept doing this weird flipping thing every time I came into contact with her. I found myself listening when she talked, I mean really listening because I wanted to hear what she said, I wanted to learn more about her. I’m jumping out of my skin just waiting to see her again. Fuck, what’s wrong with me? I sound like such a fucking pussy right now, please stop me.”

Alex laughs and nods for me to continue.

“I’m totally fucking losing my marbles over this girl and I’ve only known her for five fucking minutes. I think about her all the god damn time. I want to have her with me, I want to know she’s mine but I can’t make a move yet. I have to do this the right way and every fiber of my being is telling me the only way to claim her is slowly or I’ll scare her away.”

“So you are still thinking about turning her into one of your submissives?”

“Fuck yeah even though this time, with her, I’ll admit it even disgusts me. But I don’t know any other way. ”

Alex listens to me but offers me very little helpful advice. He agrees I need to take things with Sydney slowly; he tries to talk me out of it completely. Not an option. Not going to happen. I agree to keep him informed on my intentions which I promise him are to keep her safe, I promise never to hurt her in any way. Honestly, it’s me I’m scared for in that realm, not her.

After Alex leaves I try to concentrate and get some work done but it’s impossible. I keep seeing her face, smelling her scent. I’m losing my fucking mind over this girl. I finally give up, unable to resist the urge to be close to her now. Actually now is too long to wait.

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I’m still deep in my work when I hear my cell phone sing again. I pick it up and see that gorgeous smirking face on the screen and an involuntary smile spreads across my face. 

Damian tells me that he’s in route back to the apartment building and asks if it’s alright for him to stop by saying he’d like to see me. I agree and frantically rush to reapply my makeup, tousle my hair and check my clothes. I am wearing a purple t-shirt tied in a knot on my left side revealing a sliver of my tummy with truffle fleece shorts. Before I can even contemplate getting changed there’s a knock on my door so my clothes will just have to do.

When I open the door Damian is standing there holding a six pack and a pizza box. “Delivery boy” he teases as I motion him in. We eat out of the box and drink our beers out of the bottles. It’s a casual evening of two people getting to know each other. Damian doesn’t try to kiss me again until he rises to his feet saying he should let me get to sleep. I walk him to the door and he reminds me that he’s in the building if I need anything. When I say good night he slowly bends while looking at me with a tentative look on his face. He licks his lips before touching his lips to mine then he pulls back and looks at me. My eyes are closed and he waits for me to open them before going in for another kiss. This time he takes my face in both of his hands and kisses me more deeply with his tongue searching in my mouth for mine. By the time he comes up for air I am jelly and only standing erect because he is holding me up on my shaking legs. I wish we had skipped the pizza, beer and conversation and just done this all night.

“Bye Sydney. Sleep tight” he breathes in his raspy voice into my ear.

And with those two little words, “sleep tight”, the moment is ruined. I don’t think Damian realizes as he turns to leave. The memories are flooding in as I close the door behind him. “Sleep tight”…that’s what Ryan used to say.

Chapter 6

The summer before it all changed my mother had broken up with a boyfriend; someone I suspected was much younger than her, maybe even a student. She thought I didn’t know what was going on but I’d hear pieces of phone conversations and a few times when I was outside an expensive looking sports car drove by really slow and stopped in front of our house. A young guy drove and another was in the passenger seat, that one just kind of looked at me. I assumed he was the boyfriend and probably surprised to learn that my mother had a child; I have no doubt that she kept me a secret from her boyfriends especially if they were as young and good looking as the one in the car.

By the early fall of 2005 when I had just stared high school she had found herself a new boyfriend. This one was at least her own age.  He was very wealthy and had been married before, was recently divorced, he had a son who attended the state college in the area and lived with his mother the rest of the time. Their romance moved quickly and within weeks mother and I were moving into his home. At first I thought it was great. I was living in a big beautiful house and I had someone cooking for me, doing my clothes, taking care of me for the first time in a very long time. It was everything I had always wished I could have again. Then one night everything changed.

Ryan, Robert’s son had gotten into trouble on campus once again and was thrown out of his dorm. His mother refused to let him move back in with her so he came to live with his father, my mother and I. He moved in but kept to himself at first, we hardly ever saw him. He never ate with us or watched television in the living room. He would lock himself in his room and blast the stereo with his plate of food saying he had homework to do.

I had only seen him a handful of times before he moved in and he hadn’t even remembered my name. He was nineteen or twenty years old and I thought he was so hot and mysterious. I was nervous whenever I was in a room with him, afraid I would say something stupid and he would think I was a silly little girl. The best was when he had his friends over and I got to spy on them from afar. They were all good looking and seemed so cool to me when they would hide on the side of the house smoking pot and drinking beers.

Then one night my mother and Robert went to an event at the university and I was home alone or so I had thought. Ryan must have come home after I went up to bed. I heard my bedroom door open and I thought it was my mother coming to check on me at first. Then I smelled the smoke in the air and when I looked up Ryan was standing over my bed. He didn’t say a word to me but he had this look in his eyes that sent a chill down my spine. Before I could process the warning my brain was sending my body he ripped the blankets off of me and I noticed that he was standing there masturbating. I thought maybe he was sleepwalking so I started to yell his name to wake him up but he spit out, “Shut the fuck up. No one is home to hear you.”

I was scared and didn’t know what to do so I listened to him and kept quiet. He climbed on top of me and yanked my panties down, that was when I knew what he was going to do. I tried to beg him to stop but he told me to stop being a baby. He said he had seen the way I had been looking at him. He told me he knew I wanted him. I told him that I didn’t and that I was a virgin and all he said was, “Good to know, haven’t had one of those in ages” before he pulled his shirt over his head and shoved it under me. “So you won’t bleed all over the sheets when I pop your cherry” he explained. “Wouldn’t want Mommy Dearest asking any questions.”

He shoved into me and I screamed out in pain but it only made him move into me harder and faster so I did my best to just lie there and let him finish. When he did he told me not to tell anyone or he’d tell them that I was a little slut and had come on to him and that he turned me away so I was making the whole thing up to get him into trouble. He told me no one would believe me over him. He laughed at me saying, “Look at you, then look at me. Who do you think they are going to think wanted who? Huh?” Then he said “Sleep tight” and left my room.

I awoke with a start. I was sweating and screaming for help. I was confused and disoriented, I couldn’t figure out where I was. I didn’t know how long I had been screaming. I heard the knocking on the door and then I heard a semi familiar voice saying, “Fuck it” as I heard the door to my apartment open. When the door to my bedroom burst open I was curled in a ball in the far corner of my room like a caged animal.

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Damian left Sydney in her apartment and went to his own. As soon as he walked into his penthouse he headed to his room. He switched on the cameras so he could watch her. He had installed the cameras in the apartment years ago so he could watch his subs for many different reasons. Most times it was to be sure they were doing as he said especially when he was delaying their pleasure. He needed to be sure they weren’t taking matters into their own hands…literally, and he knew some of them would try to lie to him about it. He didn’t blame them for needing the release after he’d play them, as he would taunt them and find his release but deny theirs. Sometimes like tonight it was to make sure they were safe. Ever since he met Sydney he’d had an extremely overwhelming desire to make sure she was safe much more than he had with any other woman before. He felt like he was losing control when it came to her and that made him agitated and anxious. Things with Sydney felt different and that scared him, these were feelings he didn’t understand, had never had. The lack of sex over the last week didn’t help matters any nor did the torture he was making himself endure at her hands, the kissing that led to nowhere. He enjoyed it but then felt frustrated afterwards and couldn’t bring himself to just bite the bullet and solve his own frustrations with the help of his own hand. He would have to move this arrangement with her along more quickly or face the fate of permanent blue balls.

Damian lies on his bed to try to compose himself and fight off his growing hard on. Nothing was working. He tried to clear his mind but all he saw was her, her body, her face, her hair…fuck that hair. Every part of her was taking him over, invading his thoughts, his mind, his body. He was supposed to be calming himself but he’d lay down hard and now he was harder, his cock throbbing with a need to have her.  

The imagines continued and his mind went to very dangerous places. He imagined what her breasts would look like, all perky and round with hard little nipples just begging to be sucked. He pictured his hands cupping them before his mouth enclosed around them, his teeth nipping at them, his tongue lapping away the bite. His other senses got involved and he could swear he was able to taste her on his tongue. He knows she will be sweet and wet when he finally gets her legs wrap around his shoulders so he can bury his head into her pussy. His cock jumped at the thought of him inside her, tight and hot, wet and creamy. He heard her moans as he pictured pumping into her over and over again.

Knowing he had to stop these thoughts or whack off Damian went to check the cameras one last time before turning in for the night and found Sydney in her bed tossing and turning. At first he thought, “Good, I’m glad you’re as frustrated as me” but then he quickly noticed she was terrified. She was clawing at the blanket and trying to wrap it around herself for protection. But he didn’t know from what? It looked like she was trying to fight someone off of her but she was alone. When she started to scream for help he ran from his apartment to hers as fast as he could. He thought to himself, “See, this is why I have the cameras. I need to be sure she’s safe. I’m not a control freak and a pervert spying on a girl just to get my rocks off.”

When Damian got to her door he knocked a few times and when she didn’t answer he said, “Fuck it” and used the code S-T-O-N-E to enter her apartment. He ran to her bedroom door and burst through it only to find her curled up in a ball on the floor in the farthest corner. She was clearly terrified of something that occurred in her nightmare and the banging on the door and his barging through her bedroom hadn’t helped any. Then the thought “Not something but someone, she’s scared of someone” crossed his mind and his blood pressure went through the roof. He knew in that instant that if someone had hurt her he would not rest until he had destroyed that person and anyone who got in his way.

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“Sydney, Sydney, baby it’s me. It’s Damian. You’re okay, you’re safe, honey I’m here. You’re at your new apartment. Your neighbors heard you yelling and called me. I came running down and knocked but you didn’t answer so I let myself in. I hope you don’t mind, I used the code. I was scared there was something wrong” I hear Damian’s voice as I am coming back to the here and now, leaving my room at the big house where I was never safe.

When I open my eyes and register his figure I start to crawl over to him. He is kneeling not far from me and he opens his arms as I climb into his lap like a small child. As he envelopes me he rocks back and forth saying, “It’s okay, you’ll always be safe with me. I’ll protect you. I’m here. Shh.”

I never believed those words before from anyone. My mother had said them to me when I was a young girl having a nightmare but she didn’t keep me safe when I got older and the real nightmare began. My father had always promised the same but where was he every night when Ryan came to find me? This was the first time I believed those words.

I don’t know how long we stayed there on that floor, me in Damian’s lap, him rocking back and forth. His tight gray t-shirt was rumpled and smelled of him. His sweatpants were soft and hanging from his hips. Even after my nightmare I was able to feel comfort in his embrace. Damian finally stood up and carried me over to my bed and placed me down on it.

“Want to talk?” he asked as he sat on the edge of my bed, cautious not to sit too close.

“No, not yet. Maybe someday but I can’t. Not now. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I understand. So do you want me…” he starts to say but I interrupt. “Please don’t go, stay with me. Hold me, Damian. I can’t be alone anymore, not tonight anyway. Please” I beg as he climbs into my bed and pulls the only blanket I have over us, spooning me close to his body.

I can feel his warmth and the tight hold of his arms make me feel secure. I never thought that I would be able to lie in a bed in the dark with a man who was holding me down and restraining me the way he was but with Damian it doesn’t feel like a restraint, it feels like a comfort. I am afraid of what it means that I am able to do this with this man I just met especially after the dream I’ve just had. Can he really save me from the darkness I fought alone for so long or will he run away when I show it to him?

The following morning when I wake up I find myself entwined in Damian. My head is on his chest, our legs are wrapped around each other and his arms are holding me close against his body.

“Hey you. Sleep okay?” he asks me.

“Um, yeah, well after…you know, yeah after you…about that…” I start to explain.

“Shh, when you’re ready. It’s okay, we all have demons, Sydney” he says and I smile at him.

“Did you sleep okay?” I ask. “I didn’t keep you awake did I?”

“Never better in my life which is weird, I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep. I planned on just lying here with you, watching you sleep. Making sure you felt safe but then I don’t know what happened. You were breathing next to me and my breathing just started matching yours and the next thing I knew I was drifting off with the sweet smell of you all around me. It was wonderful, thank you for allowing me that. I’m not used to sleeping next to anyone; I’ve never spent the night with a woman before. And I can usually only sleep in the nude” he admits with raised eyebrows to lighten the mood.

So, he’s one of those guys then…wham, bam, thank you whoever! He’s never spent the night with a woman… dick.

I ask him if he wants coffee but then I remember that I don’t have a coffee machine set up yet or for that matter any coffee. He smiles when it dawns on me and reaches for his phone. He asks what I want, reports our order into the phone and shortly after there’s a knock on my door. Mr. Perfection must have a magic phone that makes the things he says into it appear. He slides out of bed, stretches his muscular arms over his head and walks from my room. He looks so confident and comfortable in this space, like he’s been here every day of his life. When he returns he’s carrying our coffees and bagels and I notice his bed head. He might possibly look even better first thing in the morning than he does in the middle of the day. Dear God, this man is just H-O-T, hot, there’s no other word for it. Well, maybe sexy, rich, smart, kind, thoughtful, powerful, beautiful, amazing…really I can go on all day.

We eat together side by side on my brand new bed. I nibble on my bagel while he downs two in no time at all. We finish our coffees and he turns to me and chuckles.