Stoned (The Stone Series) (61 page)

“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 refused 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.

I can’t help myself; my body is craving more. I reach my hand around and lower the seat as I climb on top of her. I drive into her hard and fast and she bites at my neck and ear begging for it harder and faster, deeper and of course I oblige each request.

“Yes, you’re going to make me come again” she announces.

“Mmm…yeah that’s right baby. I’m going to make you come with me this time. Wait just a minute for me.”

As the smell of sex and the wet sounds of me sliding in and out of her fill the air we lock our mouths together in a frantic kiss, we rush to the finish line and as we come together in a violent release of tension mixed with pleasure we moan each other’s names.

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Angry sex with Damian proves to be another new pleasure of mine. I definitely used car sex to relieve my stress over everything Dr. Klein is making me face. He’s made me see that Robert knew what was happening with Ryan and made me question my mother’s knowledge of the situation. Damian started pointing out that he felt I was drinking too often and slipping into a depression, I blew my lid and we really started going at it. Dr. Klein tried to keep us on track but when Damian started pressuring me to call my mother and face my fears instead of hiding, it all came to a head and we left shortly after. When I heard the song he had on in the car, it gave me the idea that maybe angry car sex would be just the medicine I needed and I was right.

After our session in the car I agree to face up to my baggage with Dr. Klein’s help and Damian and I return to our normal routine. I return to spending my days working at S&S on the designs for Damian’s hotels. He has a hotel in California, Las Vegas and another in Miami that he needs me to decorate. Once my design ideas are in place Damian and I will fly to each location, my goal is to be done for the beginning of September so we can spend some time away on vacation at each spot. After everything we have manage to survive together in the short time we’ve been together a vacation is well deserved.

The weekend arrives and it brings our dinner with Damian’s parents. Damian and I invited them to the penthouse to have dinner with us on Friday night. Drea and Mac are going out with Alex and Parker so it’s just Damian and I with his parents and I’m nervous not to have anyone here as our buffers.

Damian goes with a casual look of loose fitting low slung jeans and a tight fitting light gray t-shirt. His hair is his usual messy look and because of his obvious nerves he continues to run his hands through it. I am dressed in the same style as Damian, wearing a pair of low riding jeans and a pink t-shirt. We are both bare foot and I feel too casual when his parents arrive, his father wearing a shirt and tie with dress pants and his mother in a sensible dress. Carrie brings a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine, Brett hands Damian a box of cigars. We ordered food from Stone’s and Damian has paid a waiter to stay and serve us our meal for the evening.

We have a surprisingly relaxed and enjoyable time. Carrie and Brett tell me stories about Damian’s youth. I learn how his nose became just a smidge crooked. He broke it while playing baseball when he was a little boy. I hear stories about Damian and Drea when they were young too.

They do not ask me about my childhood, knowing it’s a painful story and not one I wish to discuss. They ask about my work and after a few hours of eating and getting to know each other better Damian’s parents leave with promises to see Damian in two weeks for his birthday. After his parents leave and we realize that we have the penthouse to ourselves we catch each other’s eye.

“Can I tempt you for a night in the playroom?” Damian asks.

“Hell, yeah” I quickly reply.

Damian scoops me up into his arms, walks to the playroom and kicks the door shut closed with his foot. He locks the door and his mouth finds mine. He places me down on the floor and pushes me up against the wall with our mouths still together.

“Your tits look so fucking hot in that shirt. I’ve been hard all night looking at them. I hope you’re not too attached to it” he says as he grabs my shirt in his fists and rips it in half off of my body. His head plummets into my cleavage and his mouth, tongue and then teeth find their way to the exposed portion of my breasts. His hands come up and raise my breasts higher on my body and tighter together before he unhooks my bra and flings it across the room. He steps back to look at me and I can see the playful lust fill Damian’s eyes. I try to pull his shirt off over his head but he needs to help me, I’m too short to reach that high. I rub my hands over his chest and biceps, letting my mouth, tongue and teeth follow in their wake. When I clasp his nipple in my teeth I am rewarded with a sexy growl. In his raspy sex voice Damian says, “I want to use some of our new toys on you tonight. You game, baby?”

“What toys?” I ask.

“Hmm…not sure yet. Do you want to watch or should I blindfold you?”

“I want to watch everything you do to me” I state as I unfasten his jeans and plunge my hands inside feeling the warmth of his erection. He moans and slides his pants and boxers off in one motion before removing mine.

Damian growls as he rolls his hips into me, pinning me hard against the wall. He holds my face in his hands and greedily kisses me; he kisses me like he has to, like he’ll die if he doesn’t. It’s a kiss filled with longing, passion and excitement and it has me weak in the knees and dripping wet between my legs. Damian releases one hand to let it roam and check on my readiness. He plunges a thick finger inside of me and moans when he finds me more than ready.

“I love how ready you always are for me, I love knowing that you always want me.”