Stoned (The Stone Series) (32 page)

“That’s my girl. Now let’s start with the night you got drunk in a bar” he says before he rains down three more blows. I gasp at the sensation of pain as it merges with the pleasure but I hold still and am rewarded with his praise.

“Beautiful. That’s a good girl. Just keep breathing nice and easy for me.”

The next two blows were for not telling him about working at Hard as Stone. I try to be silent but I can’t stop myself from yelling out. “Argh” I cry but it quickly turns into a moan, “ohhh”.

“You can take it, angel. Now these are going to be for sneaking out tonight” he says then hits me three more times causing me to yelp then moan again. “Ahh…ooohh.”

“And now for hiding the fact that a crazy lunatic had sent you flowers.” Two more. He smacks my ass again and colors are starting to form behind my eyes. I know I must be pink if not red, I can feel the heat on my buttocks and my brain is telling me this should hurt but all I feel is pleasure, a sweet warming and building inside me. Nothing else means anything to me right now, just Damian and I, the sensations that are running through me because of our shared energy.

He finishes with five fast and hard slaps that sting on my now sensitive skin. I know now that I must be red, I can feel the heat radiating off my ass.

“Damian…” I plead. He stops.

“What is it, angel. We’re done, you okay?”

“Uh, I…I um, need…”

“What do you need, baby?”

“Need to come.”

Damian stands me up and clears the desk with one hand while his other hand undoes his pants. He turns me around and nudges me up onto the desk on my knees with my hands still bound behind my back.

“I’m going to fuck you now from behind. It is going to be hard and fast and very deep. I am going to come inside you but you will not come. You are being punished and bad girls don’t get to come. If you come the punishment will start all over again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes” I say through tears. “But need to…”

“When I say so but I’m going to watch this tight red ass while I’m fucking you and you will wait to be told to come.”

Damian moves behind me and touches my dripping wet slit. “Holy Fuck, Sydney, you are so fucking wet baby.  Did you like being spanked?” But I can’t answer him because I feel his very hard and very large tip at my weeping opening and before I get the chance to open my mouth he pushes completely inside of me in one thrust. He is standing at the desk fucking me from behind with all his might and I am having all I can do not to allow my body to betray me. I don’t have any idea how to control an orgasm and I can already feel the heat starting to rise and travel through my body.

“Careful now, you better control that” he warns through gritted teeth as he feels it too.

“Can’t.”

“Aww…fuck you’re so fucking tight, I can’t hold it any longer either. I’m. Gonna. Fucking. Come. Right. Now” he yells as he explodes long and hard and deep inside me. He pulls out of me instantly and falls to the floor on his knees. I pull myself into a ball on the desk.

It takes him a few minutes to catch his breath and recuperate, when he does he says, “Sydney, that was…” in gasps but then he stops when he sees me in the fetal position on the desk.

“Sydney, did I hurt you? Are you okay?” 

I am rocking back and forth in a frustrated fit that I don’t know how to relieve with my hands still bound in the small of my back. I am shaking and my body is going cold. I am fighting back tears.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I got carried away. Please talk to me” he says as he is standing and pulling up his pants. He gathers me into his arms and kisses my head, inhaling my hair then he cuts my hands free with a pair of scissors from the desk drawer. “Baby, are you with me?”

“I think so, kind of, it’s weird. I’m okay, it’s just I didn’t think it would be like that. You hit me really hard and…” he cuts me off. “I spanked you really hard and you took it beautifully because you deserved it and you know it. I didn’t hit you, I would never hit you. There is a difference Sydney. If I hit you, your body would not have had the same reaction it did. You sank into subspace very fast for this being your first time.”

“Fine, you spanked me really hard twenty times.”

“You counted?”

“Yes, but that’s not what’s bothering me.”

“What’s bothering you, baby?”

“You taped my hands behind my back, I couldn’t cover myself. I just had to stay still and take every slap. They stung but they made me…”

“Hot? Yeah I could tell. When I touched your pussy you were dripping wet for me. And you did really well, baby. You almost came before I even fucked you but I’m proud of you, you didn’t come.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s kind of the problem I’m having now.”

“Mmm…I understand. So you did like it? This reaction is frustration over me withholding your pleasure?”

“I don’t know that I liked it but I didn’t hate it. I’m just confused. But you seemed to like it. ”

“Sydney, I’ve wanted to do that since this pretty, smart mouth of yours was talking to me about blow jobs in Alex’s office. I enjoyed every last minute of it until I saw you in a ball. I thought I had gone too far, I thought you were scared, hurt or sub dropping. I don’t ever want to scare or hurt you. Please don’t ever let me, okay? Safe-word me before I scare you, promise me that” he says with that authoritative commanding voice of his.

Damian fixes his pants and runs his hands through his hair then tells me to get up and follow him. He is shirtless as I still have his shirt on my body.

“Wait, what? Aren’t you going to make me, I mean I need to..”

“I’m sure you do but I already told you that was a punishment and it’s not going to happen. You’ll wait until I say you can come and then the next time you think about hiding something from me you’ll remember the consequences. I think me not allowing you an orgasm might be worse for you then the spanking. You seemed to enjoy the spanking; I wouldn’t want to encourage your bad behavior so you could get yourself over my knee again.”

As disappointment settles over me he leads me into the dressing room area and when we approach the other girls look at me in awe. Damian’s shirtless body has caused gasps of pleasure to escape more than one of them. They all look at each other and when he nods towards the door they all scamper out. On their way out of the room one of them whispers, “You are so lucky.” If she only knew.

Damian grabs the bottle of baby oil that is kept for making the girls look wet and shiny on stage. He tells me to lift my skirt and lean over the vanity. I do as he says not knowing what to expect. Damian begins to massage the oil over my sore red ass all the while enjoying the burning against his hand no doubt. It feels better with him rubbing but it still burns and I wish he would accidently slip a finger or two inside me, in the state I’m in at the moment that’s all it would take to shatter me.

“Your ass looks so fucking hot like this. Does it still hurt?”

“A little, it feels better when you rub it. Maybe rub a little lower?” I try to persuade him.

“We’ll take a warm bath when we get home, you’ll feel better and I’m not rubbing lower, I know what you’re trying to do. Not gonna happen, babe. Now, come we need to get you dressed so you can get your stuff and say good-bye.”

“Say good-bye?”

“Yes, you can either quit or I will fire you but either way I will not have any man besides me seeing your body like this” he sneers as he looks me up and down with fire in his eyes. “It’s never going to happen, do not fight me on this. You’re too red and sore, I don’t want to have to take you back over my knee” he warns but I continue anyway. Maybe a few more slaps over his knee will make me come.

“I don’t want to quit. I like dancing. It makes me feel sexy and alive instead of my usual vulnerable and undesirable.”

“I don’t make you feel sexy and alive? Safe and desirable?” he asks with a hurt tone to his voice.

“You do but I can’t explain it. It makes me feel powerful over the guys watching. I’ve never felt like that before. When Ryan…it’s just he took all the power away from me. One night Parker and I were hanging out at our apartment with some of her friends and they thought doing something like this might be good for me. I only started this because a bunch of Parker’s friends from Hot…oh my, God. You own Hot Stones too, don’t you? You know Parker? You’re her boss? You sent her to Paris!”

“Sydney, calm down. Yes, I’m her boss but I don’t know her personally, she works for me. I sent her to Paris but that had nothing to do with us if that’s what you’re thinking. She was scheduled to go long before I met you.”

“Yes, but as soon as you met me Parker left. She wasn’t planning on going as soon as she did. Were you trying to get rid of her to get close to me without anyone in the way?”

“You’re right about her leaving sooner than planned but that had nothing to do with her. I had to get my sister away from Mac. I told you they were hooking up and I wanted to end it so I sent her to Paris sooner than I had originally planned and Parker had to go with her.”

“Oh, holy hell! Drea’s your sister?”

“Yes, why?”

“Does she know we’re…this?” I say as I point from him to me.

“No, I do not usually speak with her about my private affairs and I’d rather not know of hers but it’s hard not to when my head of security leaves her room in the middle of the night half fucking naked right in front of me. What’s the problem with her being my sister? I wasn’t aware that you knew her.”

“Of course I know her; we’ve hung out a few times with Parker. She looks nothing like you. I mean don’t get me wrong you’re both freakishly attractive but you’re so dark and she’s so blond.”

“Drea takes after my mother and I look a little like my father, more like the men from my mother’s side” he says as explanation. “Okay, are we good now? I own lots of things, I’m your best friend’s boss, and you know my sister. Oh…and you’re fired. Can we go now?” he begs.

I don’t have it in me to fight a losing battle. I know there is no way he is ever going to allow me to step foot in here again. I put my clothes on and throw Cinnamon Stick’s costume into my bag. Maybe in a few weeks Damian and I will see some humor in all of this and I can wear this for him in the bedroom, give him his own private lap dance but for right now I’m pissed off. I want to scream at him but instead I decide the silent treatment might work better.

I say good-bye to Clark and Damian growls under his breath when he hugs me. He takes me by the hand and as we are walking out the door Dominick mouths, “Sorry” to me. I send him a sad knowing smile. We get into the car and I’m not sure how I feel about all of this. It’s hard to absorb all at once. I need time to think it all through but none of it is sitting right with me.

“You haven’t spoken a word to me, are you that mad at me or are there other things on your mind, something else you haven’t told me?”

I can’t hold my tongue another minute, I finally break my silence. “I’m just trying to process what just happened and to be honest this whole thing doesn’t sit right with me. I feel like you’re lying to me or keeping something from me. It almost feels like you’ve orchestrated how much my life overlaps yours. Hard as Stone, Parker, the apartment, Mark…oh, Mark. I almost forgot. Um, you may want to sit on your hands so they can’t spank me again.”

“What did you forget or better yet hide from me that has to do with Mark?”

“I didn’t mean to hide it from you; I just couldn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to know about my dancing.”

As we pull up in front of the apartment building I forget that I’m mad at him as fear overtakes me when I remember Mark standing in the club watching me dance, whispering, “Sleep tight” in my ear. Damian does not move to get out of the car and I figure my chances of escaping another spanking is better in the backseat of the Escalade with Mac and Dominick inches away then it will be in his apartment or  mine so I stay put and try the silent act again.