Stoned (The Stone Series) (8 page)

When I return to the apartment I find the bedroom completely painted and in the process of drying. Pete said the flooring should be here within the hour but he wants to wait until the paint is good and dry to start so he’ll have to wait until tomorrow. He found my sketches and made the built-ins that I want around the chest of drawers instead. He’s very talented; I can see why Damian employs him. He’s also very kind making it just as easy to see why Damian calls him a friend.

Someone knocks on the door and I assume it’s either the flooring or the items I purchased earlier being delivered but I’m wrong, it’s my clothes for tonight. I had forgotten all about them. I accept the delivery and when I try to give the delivery boy a tip he tells me that Damian has already generously taken care of him. I smile and nod, say good bye and close the door. The guys have cleaned up for the day and tell me they’ll see me tomorrow. Pete said the flooring will be put in storage for the night and not to worry about it, they’ll handle it at the front desk. He’ll tell them to do the same with my purchases so I can get ready in peace. He asks if he’ll see Damian and I tonight and confused I say, “I’m not sure. We’re going to eat then a show.”

“Nope, not my plans for the night. See you tomorrow.”

I bring the bags into the living space and slowly open them one at a time, savoring them like its Christmas morning and I’m still ten years old. The first bags are filled with luxury bath and body products. There are body scrubs, shower gels, shampoos, conditioners, body lotions, hair products, make up and all the necessary tools.

The next bag is a dress bag. I unzip it slowly and savor the feeling of excitement. The dress is a gold lame Vera Wang that is transparent at the bottom and looks form fitting throughout. I open the shoes next. They are high heeled Louboutin’s. The next and most exciting bag I open is the lingerie, my insides turn to jelly as I search the bag and find it’s from Bordelle’s. When put together with the dress it will have the feel of vintage classic meets modern day kinky sensibility. The dress is classic in its cut and color. The shoes are fresh and studded with diamonds. The bra and G-String are slinky and sexy, the garter and stockings are sensual. Before I even have it on I feel sexy and beautiful, feelings I’m not used to having and certainly not liking.

I send Damian a fast text…
WOW, Day…2 much again but all beautiful. Love it. Me

I climb into the shower where I think about letting Damian slowly undress me and caress me with those strong well manicured hands of his. I wash my hair and body with the new products that invigorate me then I climb out and wrap up in one of my towels. I think I may need to go towel shopping tomorrow. I can’t shower with such luxurious products in this incredible bathroom then dry off with rags. This lifestyle would be so easy to fall into but I remind myself what being rich can turn you into but then I think about Damian, he’s rich but he’s not a monster like Ryan, he’s gentle and kind. He’s the only man to make me feel safe enough to allow myself thoughts of romance.

I spend extra time on my hair and makeup tonight wanting everything on the outside to look perfect knowing that everything on the inside is anything but. I twist my hair in an up do leaving some tendrils to surround my face. I use gold tones for my makeup to compliment my dress and skin tone.

I feel of the smooth silk of my G-String as it slips over my private area. I have never felt so many sensations there before. I have a constant throbbing now begging for release. Any time I think of Damian and even more so when I’m with him I grow wet and slick with arousal. I have never masturbated before, I wouldn’t know what to do even if I tried and it’s only been since I met him that I have even considered giving it a try. The feelings he is unleashing inside me are dangerous to my health but I can’t stop them, I don’t want to stop them.

I place my full and aching breasts into the cups of my bra and watch in the bathroom mirror as they are lifted even higher and closer together creating a deep cleavage line. My nipples rub against the fine fabric and instantly peak. I think about touching them, wonder what it would feel like to give them the slightest pinch.

I enjoy the feel of the silky stockings as I work them up my leg and allow myself to imagine how good they would feel on their way down my legs under Damian’s hand. I clip them to the garter and step back to examine myself in the mirror once more. I look sexy and hot but also a little slutty. This look makes me think of kinky sex and Cinnamon Stick. Ah, if Damian only knew how deep my dark side runs. I remind myself how confident I felt on stage and try to replicate that feeling now.

I slip the dress on but can’t zip the back. I’ll have no choice but to ask him to do it when he arrives so instead I slide my feet into my Louboutin’s and marvel at what they do to my legs. They elongate them and make my ca
lf muscles look firm and lush.

Feeling as read as I am ever going to be I go into the living space to wait for Damian and feel the first twinge of nerves. I have no idea where he is taking me or what he’s intending in this relationship, if it’s even that. He agreed that we need to discuss things but I’m not sure where to begin and how can we truly discuss things when there is this huge issue I can’t bring myself to discuss?

I check my texts to find one from Damian from earlier that I must have missed while in the shower:
4 u never enough, Syd & nothing can b as beautiful as u. Day

There’s a knock on the door and when I answer it all my nerves disappear under my complete and obvious arousal at the well dressed man standing in front of me. Damian is wearing a dark blue one button suit, a matching crisp dark blue dress shirt, a silk silver tie and lace up shoes all from Armani. His hair is dangerous looking, hanging into his face and necessitating his flipping it back out of his eyes. He smiles as his eyes roan over my body from head to toe then the look on his face changes to one of pure unadulterated lust.

“Wow, holy fuck, you look hot as hell” his raspy voice purrs to me.

“Thank you; you don’t look so bad yourself, Mr. Perfection.” 

“I heard some rumor about you enjoying the view” he teases me as he reaches for my hand to twirl me around.

“Can you help me with my zipper?” I ask as he reaches for my hand.

“Let me have a look at you first. I may have been wrong. Vera Wang might be better than nothing; it makes the anticipation all the sweeter.”

I duck my head, embarrassed and also because I’m not ready for where this is quickly heading.

He turns me around and I hear his breath hiss as he gets a sight of my exposed back. He pulls the zipper up then kisses me on the nape of my neck giving me chills.

“Shall we? You can show me the paint and all the things you got later. I don’t want us to be late for the show. I think you’re going to like it” he says as he gives me his arm and leads me out of the apartment to the bank of elevators for the ride one floor below to the lobby.

Damian guides me again in his possessive way with his hand on the small of my back sending chills once again down my spine. There is heat where our bodies connect and I wonder what it would feel like to have more of him touch me, to be closer to him, to have him inside me.

When we make it to the curb I don’t see the black Escalade and for a minute I think we are going to walk. I panic because in heels this high I will never make it around the corner without landing on my face. At that thought Mac steps out of a blue
Mulsanne Bentley and opens the back door for us to climb inside. I look at Damian with a questioning look on my face and he explains, “This is my car for evenings out.”

We arrive between Broadway and 8th Avenue on West 45th Street, in the theatre district. In my four years here in the city I have never made it to a Broadway play and I am excited for my first experience, it is even sweeter that it will be with Damian as my escort. We enter our theater and are escorted to our private seats.

“Once” is about an Irish musician who lacks confidenc
e
and a Czech immigrant on the streets of Dublin who are pulled together by their shared love of music. Over the course of one week, the same amount of time I have known Damian, an unexpected friendship and collaboration quickly evolves into a powerful but complicated love story.

I sit enthralled in the musical but because I can sense Damian staring at me, from time to time I look up at him and he smiles at me. I continue to see similarities in our progressing relationship and the story line of the musical unfolding in front of us. I wonder if Damian knew I would feel that way and choose this musical for that very reason. Could Damian be trying to tell me that he’s not as confident as he portrays himself? Maybe all the flash and pomp and circumstance that come with this man are to hide his feelings of insecurity, but about what? He’s a specimen of perfection in every sense of the word.

The love story is not your traditional one as I suspect mine and Damian’s, if it ever turns out to be a love story, won’t be either. The lead male character has put his emotional life on hold due to a broken heart. It makes me question if Damian has suffered from a broken heart that has led him to close himself off emotionally. “
I’m not used to sleeping next to anyone; I’ve never spent the night with a woman before” comes to mind.

In
Once
, t
he lead female character helps him open himself back up to life. Maybe Damian is hoping I can be that for him. But with everything I would have to dump on him, could I be the one to help him as much as he helps me? During the day the lead male is one person but another more real person at night. Maybe Damian is the same, being the corporate refined CEO by day and something else more real by night. Is it possible that he’s hiding a past from me as well?

I am in love with the experience, the actors and songs right up until the end when the message that sometimes you meet someone and it's not meant to be even though they may change your life for the better is delivered. As the curtains close and the lights go on Damian leans in and presses a soft kiss first to my lips then to my forehead. He takes me by the hand and we walk together in silence to the Bentley waiting for us on the curb. The lights flash bright in my eyes and before I can focus more lights blink, blinding me. I reach for Damian and he puts me into the car.

“Sorry about them, baby. The paparazzi like to follow me around from time to time. I’m afraid you might find yourself on the cover of some trashy magazine tomorrow” Damian apologizes.

I’m dazed and overwhelmed by the press but I relax into Damian’s side as the car pulls away from the curb. We hold hands in the car on the way to Columbus Circle and arrive at Masa for our dinner. I have heard about this restaurant but I would never have dreamt I’d ever eat here. It’s elegantly designed in a modern Japanese style, one that I adore. We are shown to our table among the other empty tables to begin our omakase experience; Damian must have rented the whole place for the evening.

There is no menu so Damian and I spend the next hour focused on nothing but each other. No decisions need to be made, not about what we will be eating or if we will share a plate or have our own and I welcome the ease in which the food is presented and we are allowed our privacy.

Damian tells me about his childhood growing up in the city. He claims that he was shy when he was younger and didn’t have many friends but by the time he was in high school he had started to come out of his shell. He tells me that it was difficult growing up in the city with a powerful father who never had time for him. His mother was also distant with him when he was growing up, leaving him in the care of nannies and chauffeurs. He speaks warmly of his cousin and his wife.

I discover that he’s eight years older than I am but has a younger sister my age that was a surprise to his parents but the best thing that ever happened to Damian. He tells me she’s traveling out of the country at the moment but that he hopes I’ll get to meet her soon. When she’s here in the city she usually stays with him, preferring his company to that of their parents.

His father owns real estate throughout the city and began making his money as young as Damian did. Damian opened Stone Empire, Inc. shortly after graduating college.

“Where did you go to school? Here in the city?” I ask.

“No, I went to Connecticut for school. I had to get away from my parents and the city for a while. It killed me to leave my sister behind but I had to do it for myself or I knew I was going to end up in a bad place.”