Stoned (The Stone Series) (55 page)

“Time for a bath baby girl. Come on I promise no hanky panky in there” he lies.

We sit in the tub, Damian with his back against the tub, me with my back against his front, with my head on his shoulder and my eyes closed. He pours hot soothing water from his cupped hands over my body and I moan from the feeling. We talk about our first experience in his home playroom and I admit to liking it a lot.

“I was sort of scared the whole time but not in a bad way, I mean I trust you. I just don’t know what you’re going to do or what to expect so it’s more the unknown that I fear I guess. But I like all the kinky play you did to me. The Dominant Damian is smoking hot.”

“The Dominant Damian? Is there any other Damian?” he asks.

“Yes there is as a matter of fact. There is the playful sweet and loving Damian, he’s the one who’s my boyfriend, the one that buys me flowers and gifts and sends me romantic notes. Then there’s the ultra protective Damian, he’s the one who puts a GPS system on my phone. And then we have the CEO Damian, he’s the one I would like to see in action at his office. I think it would be hot to have office sex with him. We also have Brother Damian; he teases his sister and can get protective with her as well. Boss Damian, Friend Damian and Son Damian finish off the list. I love them all.” 

“Wow, I’m a modern day Cybil aren’t I?” he teases.

I turn to kiss him and our kiss quickly heats and I slide my legs into place on either side of his body. He grasps my waist and lifts me, then lowers me onto his erection.

“I thought guys weren’t able to do it so many times in a row. I thought they did it once and couldn’t get it up again for a while?” I question.

“I’m not like other guys, baby, not with you anyway” Damian says as he allows me to think I am the one in the position of power riding him when I know full well he’s once again topping me from the bottom.

Ch
apter 18

Saturday morning when I wake up I’m alone; I go in search of Damian. I find him on the sofa in the living space with his legs up and his cell phone to his ear. His hair is disheveled more than his everyday look and he’s wearing a faded pair of thin ripped sweatpants that are hanging seductively from his hips, his chest is bare, inviting me to run my hands over it. I approach him and he smiles up at me as I lay my body directly on top of his.

“We’ll leave around seven. Meet you in the lobby” Damian says as he hangs up.

“Who was that?” I ask.

“Alex. We’re all going to Stone Faced tonight. I already talked to Mac and Tate. Dominick and his girlfriend and Jonesie and his wife are coming too.”

“Are we celebrating something?” I ask.

“Nope, just going to relax and have a good time.”

Damian encourages me to get dressed because we’re going to spend the day together shopping.  We manage to shower and get ready together with only some brief petting and quick fondling. Damian puts on a loose pair of jeans slung low on his hips and a fitted baby blue t-shirt. I decide on a pair of royal blue shorts and a black spaghetti strap tank. I throw my hair up in a loose messy ponytail and after a swipe of lip gloss we head into the living space. Dominick is there waiting for us and he leads the way to the elevator.

We arrive first at Saks on Fifth Avenue and of course the women fall all over themselves to help Damian. It’s like watching a bunch of stray bitches fighting for the only hard bone. I don’t even bother to speak, as I know they won’t be listening to me. Damian asks them to set up a dressing room for me and he gives them a list of the clothing items from the new summer collection he’d like to see. One of the sales associates shows us to the dressing room while another fetches us each a glass of champagne. The women almost lose their minds when Damian enters the dressing room behind me and closes the door saying, “We’ll need our privacy. Do not disturb us.”

I actually hear them moan aloud. Yes that’s right, he’s all mine and he’s probably going to have sex with me in here right up against the mirror so he can watch himself as he pumps his super big and rock hard dick into me. I wish I had the balls to say that to them but of course I just smile and nod. Baby steps.

He makes me try on every item the woman put in the dressing room. There are trendy dresses, skirts, shorts, and tops in every eye-popping bright color
and
bold dazzling print
. To be safe she also included some neutral black, cream, white and gray classic pieces.

I try to argue with Damian about buying me clothes but he refuses to listen. “We can do it this way or I can just have a buyer pick stuff and send it to the penthouse. Either way I will buy you whatever I wish. Understand?”

“Mmm, but it doesn’t mean I like it.”

“I can live with that as long as you love me” he states as he kisses me on the lips.

Damian decides he loves all of the items on me and tells the saleswoman that we’ll take each one. I don’t know if she’s as giddy as she is because of the commission she just made or because Damian has actually spoken to her and made eye contact.  

My favorite outfit is the one I tell Damian I am planning to wear tonight to his nightclub. It is a new bold fashion statement for me with its sexy see-through material. I am planning to try to be confident and view myself the way this gorgeous man does and flaunt my assets in a sheer white top with a pure white short skirt.

“That’s a very daring choice and sexy as hell. I’m sure to get into a bar fight tonight protecting your honor, mark my words” Damian laughs and I roll my eyes at him.

“Um, what are you supposed to wear under that shirt?” he finally asks the sales lady that he has called back to the dressing room.

“Well, Mr. Stone the new sheer tops offer a peek-a-boo bra look. You can also show some skin without exposing too much. But to protect your modesty you of course choose a stylish bra or maybe bodysuit, sir” the saleslady offers as she drools all over herself, so excited to be called into the dressing room by my boyfriend.

“Oh yeah, I am definitely getting into a fight tonight. No doubt” is Damian’s response as he sits down and runs his hands through his hair.

I smile and the saleslady looks from Damian to me then scurries out when he says, “That’ll be all” without even looking at her.

Damian hands over a credit card and asks that the items be sent to his penthouse. He doesn’t provide an address making me wonder how often he’s done this. Did he take all of his subs here to shop?

“What’s wrong?” he asks when he sees the look on my face.

“Nothing.”

“That’s the last time you’ll lie to me or I can sit down over there and take you over my knee” he threatens.

“Argh, fine, I was just wondering how they’d know your address. Did you take your subs here?” I whisper to him, not wanting anyone to hear.

“No, I did not. I won’t lie to you, I bought them clothes but I ordered a look I liked and had it delivered. I never took them shopping. I’ve told you hundreds of times that it wasn’t a relationship with them the way it is with you.”

Damian returns his credit card to his wallet takes my hand and leads me out of the store. The media is waiting for us and follows us to the car. “Mr. Stone, is it serious with Ms. Cooper?” one of them inquires and Damian stops, looks at me and squeezes my hand. “Very” is his response as he opens the car door and guides me inside. He follows close behind and closes the door as the cameras continue to catch shots of us.

Our next shop is Le Perla on Madison Avenue. Damian orders the saleswoman to bring us slips, nightgowns and pajamas as he leads me by the hand into the dressing room. I try each of them on and Damian picks a short nightgown with a bamboo motif and a long nightgown in black with a motif of ivy leaves over the bust. He also picks a silk baby doll in red, a baby doll in gold and blue and three pajama sets with a shirt-collar top and draw-string relaxed cut bottoms in brown, ecru and black. Damian throws in a few comfort line V-neck and crew neck t-shirts for himself in white, gray and black before handing over his credit card and leading me out of the store with our bags in his hands.

“You bought me pajamas why?” I ask as we walk hand in hand and try to ignore the paparazzi, their cameras and questions.

“Don’t get any crazy ideas; they are to wear just hanging around, not to bed. You’ll be naked next to me in my bed every night, no pajamas.”

Dominick takes us to Agent Provocateur on Madison Avenue next. This is when the real fun begins. Damian once again gets us a dressing room filled with their new summer line. Only this time the items are all lingerie, very sexy lingerie. There are bras, panties, thongs, playsuits, corsets, suspenders, garters and waspies. Damian sits back and watches as I try each of them on. He begins a “must have” pile that includes a black flesh bra with matching briefs, another bra, suspender, brief and thong, a matching set of bikini bra and briefs but it’s the bikini bra and briefs that push him over the edge.

“Oh, that’s it, I can’t take anymore” he breathes heavily. Damian lunges at me and shoves me up against the wall in the dressing room. His mouth is on mine before I can protest that we’re in a public dressing room. His tongue opens my mouth and finds its way in, tangling with mine. He pulls my hair out of its ponytail. Damian moans into my mouth as he pushes his groin up against me. I can feel the solidness of his erection; it’s fighting to be released from his pants. He plunges his hands into my hair and pulls my head back giving him full access to my neck. He begins to lick at my throat on the pulse beating triple time with his tongue and I am lost in the sensations running through my body.

“You need to stay with me, baby, no sinking, okay?”

“I’ll try but your hands make me…uhh.”

Damian smiles and I hear myself moan as I reach for the zipper of his jeans and yank it down, feeling his manhood jump, eager to be released and touched. He moans into my mouth and unhooks the bra that is not even mine yet. His lips find my nipple by instinct alone and suck on it with such force it hardens and peaks. He pinches my other nipple between his thumb and index finger making my knees buckle. Damian lowers the panties as he lowers himself to the floor, trailing kisses along the way. He raises my right leg and I step out of the panties. Damian lets his tongue travel up the slit of my sex and I whimper in delight.

“Mmm…so wet already. Just the way I like you” he purrs as my body begins to overheat.

Damian continues to hold my leg as his tongue torments my swollen labia and I grab his hair, holding him in place. His tongue tortures me for what feels like hours, up one side and down the other until finally it makes its way back into the middle then to my sweet spot where Damian uses his tongue like a snake’s, flicking at me until I am coming in his mouth unable to muffle my groans.

He stands with my leg still in his hand; he uses his other hand to free his throbbing erection. He pushes me harder up against the wall, the pain just enough to heat me more. He bends his knees to lower himself and as he raises his body slightly he enters mine. The feel of him is pure pleasure. He is warm inside me and I can feel him continuing to grow with each pump of his hips, filling me to capacity.

“God, you feel so good. I might have to take you shopping more often” he growls out as he continues to pump his hips into me. His hands are now on the mirrored wall leaving his hand prints and my legs are wrapped around his waist. I am beginning to feel the building inside me again and before I can tell him he feels it and asks, “Are you ready to come again for me?”

“Oh God, yes Damian. Make me come” I beg.

“Mmm, Mmm, ahh. Oh, fuck yeah” he grunts with each thrust. “That’s my girl, come now, Sydney right on my cock.” And I do just as he says while he grunts and thrusts into me, his erection spurting over and over until I am so full I can feel his fluids starting to drip down my leg before he has even pulled out of me.

“That was…Mmm. That was good, baby. You are so amazing.”

Damian kisses me then he puts himself back in his pants and runs his hands through his hair. I put my own clothes back on and gather my hair back into its ponytail.

“So the bikini bra and briefs are a keeper?” I joke and am rewarded with Damian’s sparkling smile.

“You bet your ass they are.”

Damian pays for the lingerie as the saleslady looks at me in awe; clearly she heard every sound of our public tryst. I just smile at her and shrug my shoulders. I can’t believe how bold and brazen I am, having sex in a public place is not something the Sydney Cooper I was before Damian would have done but so much has changed in the two months that we’ve been together. I’ve grown up in those two months and I think in a way so has Damian.

Dominick drops us off at the penthouse saying he’ll see us at seven o’clock. Damian and I find Mrs. Ford making us lunch when we return. We eat together, me sitting on his lap at the dining table and him feeding me between kisses. After lunch Damian says he has some work to get done and I promise to keep myself busy and not bother him. I call Parker and ask her to come up and see my new clothes then I head to Drea’s room and ask her if she wants to come and hang with us.

Parker and Drea each ask to borrow an outfit for the night and I’m glad to oblige. It was always me they were loaning clothes to so this is a nice change of events. They both pick dresses and help me decide on a bra for under my shear top. I tell them it has to be the bikini bra and when they ask why I turn scarlet red.

“No, forget it, please don’t tell me. I don’t want to know” Drea warns.

“Well I do, he’s not my brother and he’s the hottest man on the planet” Parker begs. “Did you guys do it in the dressing room?” she asks and I turn a darker shade of red. When I don’t answer Drea groans, “Oh, you did, didn’t you? Gross. Remind me never to shop where my brother does.”

“Hey, what about Alex. I thought you two were pretty hot and heavy with the public displays of affection?” I remind Parker to get the attention off myself.

“We are, and he’s super hot and sexy but there’s just something so over the top smoldering about Damian.”