Stone Shattered (The Stone Book 1)

by Renee Harless

  A three and a half hour drive later we arrive at my parent’s modest home. It’s a quant, bungalow style home located in the north side of the city. My mother runs out to the car to greet us, engulfing me in a giant hug.

  “Baby girl, I have missed you. You need to come home more often.”

  “I know, mom, I will try. I promise.”

  “Now where is this gorgeous man you were talking about?”

  Stepping around from the bed of the truck, Alex holds our overnight bag and introduces himself, “Thanks for having me, I’m Alex Stone. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Winston.”

  “Well slap me silly. You are a dazzling creature aren’t you?”

  For the first time I see a slight blush cross Alex’s cheeks as he responds, “Thank you, miss.”

  “Mallory, you’re here,” my dad shouts as he strolls out and surrounds me in a hug.

  “Hi, daddy,” I whisper and then backing from my parents I announce, “Dad, mom, this is Alex Stone. Alex, these are my parents Chris and Sarah Winston.” Alex reaches out to shake my dad’s hand as my mom continues to stare at him. I must admit he is captivating to look at.

  “I like your truck, Mr. Stone,” my dad states.

  “Thank you, sir. It is a new purchase.”

  Chirping in I reveal, “He enjoys his toys, daddy. Mom, why don’t we all go inside and have some dinner? I cannot wait to put my toes in the sand tomorrow.”

  “Sounds great, dear,” she answers as we follow her inside the small home.

  While we are seated at dinner, the parental inquisition begins, mostly led by my father. I tried to explain to my mom that Alex and I are only together for a short time so the questioning wasn’t necessary, but she said it was my dad’s fatherly right to find out anything he wanted about someone I date. I relent and let them have their way.

  “So, Alex, what is it you do?” my dad inquires.

  “Well, I graduated from Oxford and I have Ph.D. This is why I am here, assisting the Institute. My real passion is for a few of my investments. I own two formula one racing teams in England.”

  “That is very impressive. What do your parents do?”

  Alex seems to hesitate at this question for a minute and then utters, “Well, they, uh, are both retired from the family business. My brother is working on that end currently.”

  As my father continues to grill Alex, I sit quietly trying to piece together information, but I get nowhere.

  “Mom, what time are we leaving in the morning?” I ask.

  “Your father and I would like to leave by 9:00am, I’m sure we will hit traffic as always. Your brothers went down earlier in the week with some friends to surf, so they will grab the keys for the cottage.”

  “Good deal. Well if you all don’t mind I am going to hit the hay. Staring at the road for three hours took its toll.”

  Gripping me in an embrace my mom says, “I love you, Mal. Sleep well.”

  “Alex, do I need to show you were you are sleeping?” I solicit before leaving the dining room.

  He looks at me horrified like he hadn’t thought we would be sleeping separately and answers, “Yes, please. Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Winston. Mr. Winston.”

  “Alex, you will be staying in the guest room across the way from me. My parents would have let you stay in my room,” I say with a smirk, “but it is a twin sized bed. I don’t think you would fit.”

  Chuckling Alex says, “I understand, Mallory. There is no need to explain. At least we will be sharing a room at the beach.”

  Snaking my arms around Alex’s neck I lean into him and whisper, “I can always sneak in later if you’re awake.”

  He leans down and sears me with a scorching kiss.

  With a moan he expresses, “Mmm. That would be nice, but we both need our sleep, love.” I pout at his denial and he chastises me, “Don’t pout, little girl.”

  Then as I turn, he smacks my behind and closes the guest room door, leaving me in the hall. Situating myself in my old bedroom, I fall into a dreamless sleep.

  * * *

  Alex and I join my parents for breakfast in the morning and we head out shortly after, with hope to make it to Hatteras in five hours. After a few hours in the car listening to Alex’s iPod, we make our way onto the island. My parents rented a cottage with a great view of the ocean and before Alex has even parked the truck, I jump out of the cab and make my way to the sand and water. By the time Alex reaches me, I am knee deep in the Atlantic. Chucking his shoes, he struts into the chilled water to reach me. Once he is close enough to make contact, Alex wraps his arms around me and I lean into him, both of us gazing into the water.

  “It’s beautiful. You love it here don’t you?”

  “I do. It is the only place I truly relax. If I could live on the beach, any beach, I would.”

  “I could buy you an island you know. Name it Cape Mallory,” he says as he nuzzles my neck.

  Laughing I say, “You’re crazy.”

  “So I’ve been told.”

  We stand there for an untold amount of time before I say, “Alex?”

  “Yes?”

  “I can’t feel my feet.”

  “Oh thank goodness,” he exclaims. “I think lost feeling in my toes ten minutes ago. This water is horribly cold.” We laugh as we scamper out of the water trying to avoid the waves. Once we reach the shoreline, Alex stops, kneels slightly and turns his head, sending a wink at me.

  Beckoning me forward he shouts, “Come on.”

  I giddily jump onto his back and he bends to grabs our shoes before heading towards the house.

  The week passes quickly as we spend our days resting on the sand or fishing. On the night of Independence Day, Alex and I drive onto the beach to enjoy the firework show over the ocean. In true romantic fashion, he puts a bunch of blankets in the bed of his truck and we watch the fireworks from there. We place light touches on each other during the show, causing the flame to build inside each of us. When the extravaganza is over, we find ourselves completely lost in each other, making love in the bed of his truck and creating a firework show of our own.

  As Saturday morning arrives we all drive back to my parent’s home, disappointed that our wonderful week together away has ended. Alex and I stop for only a short bit, but decide to head back to our home that day as well. He even lets me drive his truck part of the way while he selects the music.

  We arrive at Alex’s home in the early evening and as we board the elevator Alex pulls me into him. “Mallory, I need to tell you something,” he says urgently and I begin to worry from his tone of voice.

  “Okay…” I say with apprehension lacing my voice.

  “We received more letters while we were away. One was sent for you here at The Braxton, which Gregory apprehended and took to the police. The second was sent to the cottage we were staying at in North Carolina. I snatched it before your parents saw, but you may want to let them know what is going on. This perpetrator is following you and I'm afraid he may harm your family.”

  I can feel a panic attack rising in my body and I can’t seem to bring air into my lungs.

  Alarmed at my oncoming panic attach Alex cries, “Baby, breathe, please. Follow me. In and out.”

  I try to mimic his breathing, but after a few minutes, I still can’t seem to calm down.

  “Please breathe, Mallory, you’re worrying me. Are you prone to panic attacks? Keep following my breaths” I shake my head not able to respond.

  With a calming voice Alex says, “I understand, darling. If you’d like, I can be the one to tell them and assure them that I have security protecting you.”

  Knowing that Alex will do everything in his power to protect me, I am finally able to breathe.

  “Thank you, Alex,” I say through a wheezing voice once I calm down.

  “Anything, love. Please don’t scare me like that,” he answers, kissing my head and leading me towards the bedroom.

  Alex’s nimble fingers peel off my clothing and he asks me t
o lie on the bed face down. He exits the room for a moment and returns with a bottle in his hand.

  “Baby, I am sorry that all of this is happening. I hope that a massage will help you relax.”

  “That would be lovely. Thank you.”

  He begins at my neck and works over every inch of my arms and back. The contact from Alex’s hands on me has left my skin on fire. He isn’t unaffected from the touch either as he is now sporting a large tent in his pants.

  “Mallory, flip over and I will massage your legs.”

  Beginning at my feet, he pays close attention to each toe and then the instep. When he places a slight bit of pressure on the sensitive area, I can feel the heat engulf in my groin. In an attempt to hold back my groan, my body squirms under his hands.

  “Do you like that darling?” Alex asks intrigued.

  “Yes, I would pay you to do this every day.”

  “That could be arranged, you know. I may even give you a discount.”

  I chuckle at his bit of humor and Alex continues to massage my legs making small, gentle circles with his fingers and hands. Soon his fingers reach the apex of my thighs and I whimper at the sensation. His fingers tenderly slide back and forth along my center and folds, leaving my skin seared from the touch.

  “Mallory, reach above you and hold onto the headboard,” Alex demands.

  Following his command, I position myself the way he requested and he moves his head down to my center. Alex’s tongue slides along my folds and then dives into my core, his hands resting on my hips to steady my movements. The attention he is paying to my core is causing my breasts to flame. With an understanding of my needs, one of his hands move towards my nipple and rubs it between his fingers.

  “Oh, Alex,” I moan.“I’m so close.”

  The tongue pressed against my core is removed and replaced with his finger as he moves up my body and tilts my head, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I meet him in our tango and I reciprocate the desire in his kiss. With a small maneuver, Alex moves his body over me and inserts himself quickly into my core. He thrusts a few times while continuing to probe my mouth and then leans back onto his knees positioning my legs onto his shoulders. His movements become more fierce and powerful as he circles his hips between thrusts pushing me closer to my orgasm. The explosion is nearing for both of us and I can feel his erection grow within me.

  “Come. Now,” Alex decrees and I unleash my energy as Alex joins me.

  Continuing with small thrusts, I hope to milk him completely of his climax.

  Lying across my body, he leans up on one of his elbows and pushes the hair from my face.

  “You are beautiful, Ms. Winston,” he states.

  Looking into his eyes, I smile at his sincerity. “You are too, Mr. Stone.”

  * * *

  Alex and I return to work and we both message back and forth that we miss lying on the beach in each other’s company. Around 2:00pm in the afternoon, I hear a knock at my door and I instruct them to enter. My remarkable boyfriend waits against the doorjamb with his sexy smile. Taking my time to eye his body from head to toe I lick my lips taking in my fill. He looks delectable in a tailored suit He chuckles when he catches my ogling.

  “Good afternoon, Ms. Winston. I have a surprise for you.”

  Getting up from my chair, I walk over to where Alex stands and I shut the door behind him before wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “Do you now?” I ask sultrily.

  Alex places a soft kiss on my lips and then reaches around to remove my arms.

  “I do,” he replies.

  As he walks over to my couch, a pout embellishes across my face at his rejection.

  “Come here, beautiful,” he orders. “Sit on the couch.”

  With a sway in my step I make my way over to where he is perched on the armrest and sit on the couch facing in his direction. Reaching into his pocket, Alex pulls a small remote control, followed by a small bullet, and two tiny balls connected by a string. He situates all of the devices on to the coffee table and then reaches into his suit pocket to pull out a pair of hard leather looking straps connected by a lock.

  Quickly turning into dominating Alex he commands, “Ms. Winston, please remove your panties and hand them to me.”

  Standing, I remove the panties from beneath my skirt and I hand him the scrap of bright pink lace.

  As he takes the material from my hand, he brings it to his nose and with a sniff exclaims, “Divine. Now kneel beside me.”

  Again, I do as he says and sit back on my heels beside his legs.

  “Good.”

  With a caring touch he strokes his hand through my hair; caressing my head and face.

  “I have missed you, darling,” Alex reveals with softness in his eyes.“I grew fond of our companionship this past week.” I nod in agreement as he continues, “I want to play with you now. You see the bullet and balls on the table?”

  Looking towards the table, I nod.

  “Those are remote controlled by the device in my hand,” he explains. “The other contraption is called a chastity belt. Do you need to use the restroom?”

  I shake my head.

  “No, sir,” I whisper.

  “Good. It will be difficult with the belt. What I plan to do is place the small bullet against your clit, one of the balls inside your pussy, and the last ball will rest against your perineum. It will be a different but pleasurable feeling and will quickly trigger an orgasm. I will control your release with this device for the time I decide to relax here in your office. When I decide to leave, I will exchange your panties for the chastity belt. You won’t be able to reach your release until I deem it so. Understand?”

  Distressed I ask, “Am I being punished, sir?”

  Astonished at my question, Alex has the decency to look embarrassed and quickly corrects himself, “Oh no, sweet girl; I may allow you to reach a climax or two while we play, but once I leave I will keep your orgasms at bay. It will make our time together this evening much more pleasurable.”

  I nod my head in understanding.

  “Please stand, Mallory, and step into your panties.”

  Holding the lace out for me to step into, he rests them above my knees.

  Without hesitation he commands, “Turn around and bend over.”

  Carefully turning with my restricted legs, I bend over placing my hands onto my ankles. Alex rubs his fingers back and forth along my center and I moan at his touch.

  “You’re so wet for me, baby. You’ve missed me too, haven’t you?”

  “More than you know, sir. I want you more than anything.” Leaning forward, he directs his tongue to lick from my clitoris to my rosette.

  “So divine, Ms. Winston.”

  Suddenly, I feel his finger thrust into my core and stroke back and forth causing a moan to release from deep in my throat.

  At my desire Alex adds, “Soon darling, you will have all of me tonight. For now, this will have to do.”

  After a few tantalizing strokes Alex inserts the first ball into my pussy. It doesn’t feel too intrusive, but the chill of the ball is enough to awaken the fire in my belly.

  “Stand and turn back around,” he demands and as I follow his instruction I can feel the ball resting along the walls of my womb. It feels heavy, but soft. Alex quickly tugs up my panties and reaches his hand into the center to place the outer ball and bullet into his chosen location.

  “How does that feel, Mallory?” he asks.

  Twisting my body to feel the devices, I utter, “Um, so far so good.”

  A wicked smile spreads across his face as he says, “Splendid. Please continue your work and pretend that I am no longer here.”

  Nodding in his direction I make my way over to my desk and out of the corner of my eye I watch Alex relax onto my sofa, propping his feet onto the cushions.

  I spend thirty minutes working on my vodka campaign before I have my final meeting with the clients in an hour. After a while, I begin to think that the remotes b
atteries aren't working, as I haven’t felt any movement. When Annie walks into my office a few moments after I make my final change to the presentation, the torment begins.

  “Mallory, do you have the story board ready for the clients today?” my Junior Executive asks.

  Taking a deep breath, I try to control my voice, “It’s ready to go, Annie.”

  I keep my words short and crisp.

  Annie tilts her head to study me, inquiring, “Are you sure you don’t need me to add anything?”

  My knuckles whiten as I grip the corners of my desk when Alex intensifies the vibration.

  Closing my eyes, I tilt my head towards my desk. “No,” I reply.

  “Mal, are you ok?” she asks just before she notices Alex sitting in my office.

  “Oh my goodness. How rude of me,” she proclaims.“Mallory, you could have said you had a guest. Goodness. I will see you upstairs in half an hour.”

  “Ok,” I respond rudely.

  The instant Annie leaves the room I reach my climax and the vibrations stop.

  Resting my head onto my desk I hear Alex speak, “You did very well, Ms. Winston. For your sake, I hope you don’t receive any more visitors.”

  I send a glare over in Alex’s direction and he responds with a sexy smirk. Ten minutes prior to my meeting, as I am gathering my paperwork, Alex begins the vibrations again. I lean over my filing cabinet and let the pleasure take over.

  As I come close to the pinnacle, I release Alex’s name as a moan.

  Not realizing he had stalked up behind me, I am startled to feel his hand skim across my waist. Whispering in my ear Alex says, “Let go.”

  I release my second climax and fall back against his chest and rest against him. As Alex holds me close and nibbles along my neck, I grab hold of my surroundings and recover from my explosion. Once Alex realizes I have come back to earth, he kneels down and jerks my panties, grabbing the bullet. Stroking his hand along my back, he pushes against me, causing me to bend at the waist. His fingers trail along my folds and gently yank on the string, pulling out the vibrating ball.

  When I stand to face him, he moves from his kneeling position, putting the ball in his mouth moaning, “Sweet as honey.”