Stoned (The Stone Series) (16 page)

It’s not until I’m in the elevator that I remember that my father is coming to the graduation and I’ll have to introduce him to Damian and try to explain our relationship. Not going to be the highlight of my day. My dad has never seen me with a boyfriend and something tells me after the look in Damian’s eyes earlier, he’s not going to be able to keep his hands off me.

I punch the code S-T-O-N-E into my door and it unlocks with ease. I make myself a cup of coffee before I head to my bedroom and get changed into the lingerie and dress Damian bought me.

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I shower and while I’m getting dressed I turn on the cameras in Sydney’s apartment. I just can’t help myself. She’s in her bedroom starting to get changed. I watch as she pulls her t-shirt over her head and removes her bra. She has her back to the camera but as she takes off her sweatpants she turns around. I see her breasts, perk and pink, so lush I wish I could reach from the screen and bury my face in them. At the thought my dick thickens and I gently rub my hand down the length promising myself I will remain strong, once again there will be no release from this building. Sydney bends down to remove her panties and awards me with a glance of her bare pussy. I’m surprised that she’s waxed bare; I didn’t think she’d be the type. I think maybe there’s hope for what I want after all. Maybe she is or can be as kinky as me, well not as hard core as me but maybe close enough for us to be a good sexual match.

I am going to lose my mind waiting to get my hands on her body, waiting to bind her, spank her, have her, hear her say she is mine. There was a surge in my balls begging to be released at the thought. I groan.

My erection has grown to full size by the time Sydney begins putting her clothes on. She slips the thong on first then she carefully places her full breasts into her bra, making an adjustment to the straps. As she slides her dress on I sigh and entrap my swollen cock in my boxer briefs. I pull on a pair of pants and head to my closet for a shirt and tie. When I return Sydney is not in view of the bedroom camera, I click it off and head down to meet her.

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After I get dressed I sit on my new sofa and wait for Damian. While I’m waiting the ideas are already emerging in my mind. I think about his room, the one he wants to entrust to me to decorate. After paying good money for this service I’m going to have to come up with something spectacular. I want to go with a “man cave” idea using dark colors like navy blue walls and dark wood trim. I think about a huge TV with theater system and seating. Maybe a pool table and bar. The finishing touch will be a painting of a naked woman for the wall done by the artist from the auction. I’m even considering a brave thought; maybe I’ll pose for the painting. I’ll ask Alex for her contact information today at the graduation and decide if I’m brave enough to do it later.

Damian knocks on my door and when I answer I am once again blown away by his beauty. I wonder if I will ever get used to looking at this man. Today he’s wearing head to toe Saint Laurent. He has on a shirt in a blue and white micro polka dot print that accents his eyes. His tie is a solid dark blue skinny silk tie, his pants are classic flat front slim trousers and his shoes are midnight blue leather penny loafers. He’s pure perfection from start to finish, Mr. Perfection.

He offers me his arm and we head out together. The graduation ceremony is long and boring and I spend the whole time scanning the crowd for my dad and Damian. I’m very nervous about them meeting and having dinner together. I know my father is going to pick up on our attraction and want to know every detail of our meeting and our growing relationship. He’s never known me to show an interest in having a boyfriend but I fear that when he sees Damian and me together his detective background will kick into high gear and Damian will have to withstand an interrogation. Our relationship is not a conversation I’m ready to have with my father yet. My fear is that when I have that conversation with him I will crack and my past will come tumbling out of my mouth. Damian has insisted on taking my dad and I to Stone’s and he’s not the kind of man to take no for an answer, I’m caught between a stone, Damian Stone and a hard place.

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While Sydney is at her graduation Mark Deerhouse is calling his old friend in California.

“Hey man, what’s up?” asks the voice on the phone.

“Guess who I ran into in New York at an auction?” Mark asks.

“I have no fucking idea, why don’t you give me a hint dude or better yet just tell me who the fuck you saw” the voice demands.

“Your step sister, Sydney. You remember her don’t you, Ryan? The young chick you let us watch you fuck. The one I never did get my chance with” Mark sneers through the phone. 

“Really? Did she recognize you? How did she look?” Ryan asks Mark.

“She had no clue who I was. She’s an interior designer at this firm in the city. One of the owners is that rich fucking prick, Stone. He’s one of the motherfuckers who won’t let me into The Society. I think they’re together, him and her. He got all macho when I tried to win her services by bidding. He came in and bid $100,000.00. After the auction he had his two goons give me the once over before they shoved me into a cab with a warning to stay away from her.”

“Wait, are you telling me that Sydney Cooper is fucking Damian Stone? The Damian Stone? The one that I am trying to sell my chain of hotels and inns to?” Ryan wants to know.

“Uh, I’m not sure but my guess is yes, that’s him. He’s a huge force in New York. He owns a chain of gyms; a restaurant, a modeling agency, a strip club and I don’t know what else. He’s a multi-millionaire.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s him. This has just gotten better. Maybe I’ll have to take a trip out there. I’ll call you in a day or two and let you know if I’m coming. I’ll stay with you. Thanks for the info man. Later” Mark says as he disconnects from the call.

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As soon as the ceremony is over and the graduates start walking out I spot my dad. He looks older than I remember, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen him. I meant to go visit him more but I got busy with school and I was trying to work through so much in my head over the Ryan thing. I just couldn’t face my dad. I don’t want him to know what happened to me. I know he’ll blame himself for not protecting me and as a cop I know he carries a gun. This kind of information about your only child doesn’t mix well with a loaded weapon.

He’s wearing a shirt, tie and dress pants, he looks nice, like every other dad in the room. When he sees me his whole face lights up and he starts to make his way towards me. “Hey, huggy bear. My God, you are beautiful. Look how grown up you look.”

“Hi, Dad” I say as I hug him, his familiar scent warming my heart. “You look great too. I’m sorry I haven’t been to Jersey to visit you in a long time. I’m glad you were able to come today.”

“Have you spoken to your mother? She worries about you” my dad claims.

“I haven’t and please I don’t want to do this right now. I still don’t want to talk to her. I don’t want her to know where I am, okay? If she asks just tell her I’m staying in the city but I don’t want her to have my number or address. I moved recently actually” I report.

I tell my dad that we’re going out to eat with a new friend of mine at his restaurant and my dad raises his eyebrows at me.

I spot Damian in the crowd because he’s causing a commotion with the girls. There’s a group of three girls in graduation robes giggling and laughing while pointing in the direction he’s approaching from. Will this behavior ever not piss me off?

“Dad, this is my friend, Damian Stone. Day, this is my dad, Stan Cooper” I introduce them and they shake hands.

“Nice to meet you, sir” Damian says.

“Damian Stone? Are you the Damian Stone that I’ve read is taking over New York?” he asks half joking.

“Well, sir, I don’t know about taking over just yet but I’m trying my best.”

“So how did you two meet, huggy bear?” my dad inquires.

Damian smirks at me and mouths “Huggy bear?” causing me to shoot him a warning glare that only makes him laugh. Damian answers my father through his laughter, “We met through Alex. He’s been my best friend since college and we own S&S together. Alex was her professor and he hired her to work for us.”

“Congratulations. You did it. You got the job in the big city that you’ve always wanted. I’m so proud of you and happy that you seem happy. I haven’t seen you like this in a very long time.”

“Shall we go?” Damian asks my dad and I then whispers, “huggy bear?” to me. I playfully slap his arm before wrapping my hand around it.

My dad nods and Damian leads the way to the Escalade where Mac is waiting. Mac exits the car and holds open the backdoor. My dad and Damian wave me in first and my dad allows Damian to follow me so we can sit next to each other. Mac closes the door behind my dad, climbs back in the car and we’re on our way. Damian takes my hand in the car and twines his fingers in mine then lays our hands in my lap. My dad looks from him to me then smirks.

“So how long have you two known each other?” my dad asks us.

Once again Damian is the one to answer him when he says, “Ten days, sir. But I have to admit, she has me smitten already. She’s an amazing young woman.”

“Yes, she is. Please call me Stan, Damian.”

“Thank you, sir. Uh, Stan.”

We arrive at Stone’s and are immediately taken into Damian’s private room by
Andrea. My father is clearly impressed but I can tell he’s trying to figure out what’s going on between Damian and I. Damian hasn’t stopped touching me since we got in the car. He’s either holding my hand, or guiding me by my back, or his arm is around me. I love the contact from him but I can tell it’s making my father uncomfortable. He’s never seen me with anyone. Most fathers by the time their daughters are graduating from college have dealt with high school boyfriends, prom dates and maybe even catching their daughters in the act. My father is experiencing this for the first time in his twenty one years of being a father. He clearly doesn’t know what to do or where to look.

We don’t order, the chef has planned a special menu family style for us. Damian must have asked him to recreate our first meal together. We start with the marinated olives again and I blush when I see them remembering how sensual it was the last time we were here and Damian fed me. I almost wish we were alone again and he were feeding me. I feel bad for wishing my father away and quickly push those thoughts out of my mind. That is until Damian begins to slide his large strong hand up my leg under the table and every part of my skin that he touches is ignited with a burning similar to fire. I have the urge to let my head fall back and moan out loud but I compose myself by clearing my throat. Damian knows what he’s doing and he picks up an olive and pops it into my mouth then kisses me on the lips.

“Mmm. Delicious” he says as he licks his lips and I hear my father clear his throat.

“Sorry, Stan but I can’t help it. When I’m around her I just want to kiss her.” My father nods uncomfortably.

The calamari comes next but Damian and I behave but we keep sneaking glances at each other and laughing, remembering the last time. The salad arrives and I dig right in.

I have not been paying attention to the amount of alcohol I’ve had, the champagne is going down very easily. The taste is a rich strawberry and cream flavor; it’s a true sensual treat for my taste buds. The only thing better would be to taste it on Damian’s tongue. Damian hands me a glass of water, leans in and tells me to slow down on the champagne. “The last time you got drunk I wasn’t here but I’m here now and just remember what I wanted to do to you last time. I will take you over my knee Sydney, right here in front of your father.” he teases or warns, I’m not really sure which nor do I want to find out. “Still want to get drunk?” he asks. I’m not sure but I nod no and quickly put down my champagne glass and drink the water Damian has given to me.

By the time the pasta dish
arrives my dad and Damian have found a comfortable flow to their conversation, they are hitting it off great. I’m feeling a little tipsy but I keep sneaking sips, it’s just so good I can’t stop. I think Damian might notice that I’m sneaking sips of my champagne still because every so often he shoots me a look and hands me my water glass. I know I’m poking the tiger with a stick and probably going to have to face the consequences soon but I don’t care, bring it on, Mr. Stone. He would never spank me for real, especially not in front of my father.