Stone Shattered (The Stone Book 1)

by Renee Harless

  He gently rubs small circles onto the back of my hand and I am torn at the decision I need to make. Either I stay and trust Alex for the next two weeks or I turn my back on what we have built in the past month and half.

  Our silence is broken by my cell phone ringing and I peer down to see Will’s number flashing across my screen.

  Answering the call I ask, “Hi, Will. Is the taxi here?”

  “Yep.”

  “Ok I will be up front shortly.”

  Ending the call I turn in Alex’s direction and softly murmur, “My taxi is here, Alex.”

  Tugging me towards him he speaks to me with urgency, “Mallory, please. Stay with me. We don’t have to stay here, we can go get a room in town. Please, just don't go. Not yet.”

  With a glimpse into his eyes, I find love and sincerity and as I stand from the bench, I make my decision. I tug my hand from Alex’s and he places his in his lap.

  Asking him to follow me I command, “Alex, come with me.”

  He doesn’t respond and his body looks as if it has shut down. He sits robotically, blending into the frigid and dew stained bench. This moment reminds me of the time in his home he turned off all emotion.

  “Alex?” I ask then I repeat his name again.

  When he doesn’t respond again I tentatively walk out of the garden towards the front of the house.

  The taxi driver is waiting with Will and when I arrive to the front of the property, they both turn in my direction.

  “Will, I’m going to stay,” I express as he stares at me shocked, “but I’d like to stay at another place; maybe a hotel in town. I just feel uncomfortable staying here. Do you think you could drive me into town later?”

  I hand the driver some cash for his trouble and turn back to Will as the driver leaves.

  Speaking up Will says, “That man is one lucky son-of-a-bitch I tell you.”

  I chuckle, “That’s not very nice. I’ve spoken to his mom and she seems lovely.”

  Joining in my laughter, we walk back into the house and I head toward the kitchen with the plans to make a fruit salad and prepare a picnic. I grab a bowl of fruit from the fridge and toss a blanket from the back of a love seat over my arm.

  Outside, I find Alex and Samantha in a heated discussion so I walk slowly without the intention to interrupt, but once I get close they both notice that they have a spectator.

  Rushing towards me Alex wraps me in his arms exclaiming, “Mallory, you’re still here? I thought you left.” Though the electricity of being wrapped in Alex’s arms overwhelms me, I am aware of Samantha sneaking off to the side to head back to the house.

  Snapping back from my gaze, I say to Alex, “I wasn’t ready to leave you yet, Alex. Come with me.” Taking the directions Will gave me, we head towards the end of the property between a few small hills. I was told that there was a small beach and lake on the property with a cabana. Walking in silence towards the lake, our hands are intertwined and I can feel the sparks igniting between us, even through the turmoil of our lives, our bodies still crave each other.

  We reach the top of one of the hills as the lake and cabana come into view and I find myself in a peaceful state of mind due to the scenery and exercise.

  “We’re here, Alex,” I sigh.

  “This is wonderful, Mallory. Thank you, for bringing me here.”

  “I figured we could use some time away from everything. Will has agreed to take us into town for a hotel when we return.”

  Stepping into the cabana, I lay the blanket onto the hard wooden floor and sit down opening the bag full of grapes.

  Gesturing to the blanket, I call out, “Come join me, Alex.”

  He finally makes his way over to where I sit and saddles up close to my body. Offering him some fruit, he declines and instead he grabs a piece of cloth used to tie back the cabana wall, holding it out to me. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as he moves slowly towards me, wrapping the cloth over my eyes as a make shift blindfold.

  He takes the grapes from my hands as the deep silkiness of his voice commands, “Lay back, Mallory.”

  Twisting my body to lie back onto the blanket, I feel pillows behind my head create a lounge in the cabana; Alex must have placed those there. Sweetly, he begins to feed me small pieces of fruit. Each piece exploding in flavor as it reaches my tongue and soon Alex begins to feed me the fruit using his mouth. Our lips slightly brush against each other and I lose my breath each moment.

  Offering me another morsel, I shake my head that I am finished and I feel Alex press his wet fingers onto my lips. I take a hold of his hand and suck each finger into my mouth licking off all the excess juice from the fruit.

  Sliding his hand around to the back of my neck, he presses a demanding kiss on my lips. Throughout all of the anger I held towards him yesterday and this morning, I never lost my desire for him. Urgently meeting his kiss with an equal need from my body, I moan into his mouth and he lays us both onto the blanket, removing the pillows. Alex lets his hand travel up my thigh and underneath my dress, while our tongues dance against each other as he slides a finger underneath my panties. I whimper into his mouth when he glides along my swollen nub and then when he inserts two fingers into my wet center, my hips pulse back and forth. Quickly removing his hand, he reaches up to eliminate the blindfold before brushing the back of his knuckles against my cheek.

  “You are a remarkable woman, Ms. Winston,” he murmurs. “I am lucky to have you.”

  As I smile at his admission, he tangles his fingers in my hair then tilts my head towards him to places another series of kisses against my lips.

  Between each peck Alex proclaims, “You.Mean.The.World.You.Are.Everything.To.Me.”

  It takes me a minute to piece it all together, but once I understand his declaration I return his smoldering kiss. Unexpectedly he grabs both of my wrists and positions them above my head, wrapping my wrists together in a make shift restraint with the cloth.

  “Keep your hands above you, Ms. Winston. We don’t have much time,” he commands.

  “Yes, sir,” I reply.

  Alex then pushes the hem of my dress up to my waist and rips down my panties pronouncing, “You’re soaking wet already, darling.”

  As he glides his two fingers back into my entrance, he crooks his finger to shoot sparks towards the fire burning in my belly. Wanting more, Alex pulls back and unbuttons his jeans, tugging them down to his knees along with his boxers. Both of my knees are positioned over each of his elbows and he enters me quickly. After a few hard thrusts, Alex grabs a discarded pillow and places it under my hips. When he slides his erection into me again, I groan with longing. His cock is so deep inside me this way.

  I scream, “Alex, please. Oh God.”

  My body hurriedly pushes toward its release.

  “Come, beautiful,” he commands and it drives my body over the edge towards its climax. Alex reaches his shortly after.

  On the hardened floor, we lie against each other catching our breath and I pull my restrained arms over Alex’s neck. Once we have both collected ourselves Alex leans up and gazes deep into my eyes.

  “Thank you”

  Understanding his thanks, I reply truthfully, “You are worth it.”

  Back at the house Will takes us to one of the luxury hotels in town and pays for our room, which Alex fights against. We spend the remainder of the afternoon and evening exploring the small town, walking in and out of trinket shops and local markets holding hands and looking very much in love, or so the older shop keepers continue telling us.

  * * *

  As we set to depart this morning, Samantha gives me an awkward hug, whispering in my ear to take care of him. I’m not quite sure what she intended by that comment. Will offers to let me visit whenever I feel like getting away and I agree wholeheartedly as he was a magnificent host and I would love the opportunity to explore the vineyard.

  Our flight back to Baltimore seems longer, though Alex explains that it is due to the time change. Once we exit th
e plane, Alex and I decide to forget about the incident with Samantha. He is right that it was out of his control, but agrees that he should have stopped it. Since leaving the vineyard, Alex has been extremely attentive to make up for his wrongdoing.

  Arriving at his home, both exhausted from the long fight, we head straight to the bedroom. Peeling each other out of our clothes, we lie in bed facing each other sneaking kisses in-between our conversation. We both fall asleep quickly after Alex pulls me into his side, my head resting on his chest, my hand across his heart.

  * * *

  Alex and I return to work and spend the next two weeks enjoying each other’s company. As each day passes, I can’t deny that I have fallen so hard and so irrevocably in love with Alex; I know his leaving will be torture to my heart. He has taught me more about myself in the two months of us being together, than the world has in my twenty-nine, almost thirty years of life. Alex has shown me a new side of my sexuality and I thrive on being at his command. And, although I still am his submissive, he has learned to treat me as his equal; even asking if I am ok proceeding with certain scenes. Unsure of how I will be able to return to a normal vanilla relationship after our affair, I am tempted to stay alone. I could pursue another BDSM relationship, and Alex has pointed out locations I can frequent to find another master, but it would be uncomfortable submitting to anyone other than him.

  He continues to treat me like a princess during our time together and on our last evening, Alex escorts me from work that Tuesday. He looks remarkable in his tailored suit, hugging his body like second skin.

  “I have a special evening planned for us tonight, Mallory,” he announces.

  Behind a choked up voice I say, “Alex, thank you, but we don’t need to do anything special. I just want to be with you before you leave.”

  “I know, darling, but I want to do this for you.”

  He ushers me towards a waiting limo and waits for me to slide into the seat before getting in himself.

  Lying across the seat in front of us is a garment bag and, after noticing my questioning look, Alex states, “I have an outfit chosen for you this evening. When we arrive at our location you may put it on.”

  Smiling at his command I answer, “Yes, sir.”

  Across the seat, he intertwines our hands as we make our way to his surprise.

  We arrive thirty minutes later to a marina of luxurious boats. Gregory opens our door and helps me out after Alex has exited.

  “Mallory, please go change in the marina club house across the way,” he says. “Gregory will wait for you and escort you the rest of the way.”

  I reach up on the tips of my toes and kiss him on the cheek responding, “Thank you, sir.”

  Turning on his heel, he walks down the dock and Gregory ushers me to a room so that I can change, leaving me at the entrance.

  Cautiously, I step into a small room and hang the garment bag on the hook attached to the door. I slide out of my work attire and fold them onto a chair before I open the garment bag. My eyes are stunned to find a simple, navy, long sleeve, dress made of jersey. I ease the dress out of the garment bag and hang it on another hook inside the room also finding in the garment bag a navy lace bra with matching panty and garter belt. In a separate bag, which Gregory placed in my hands before I entered the room, I find a pair of nude stiletto heels and silk thigh high stockings.

  I remove the rest of my under garments and place them with my work clothes before I run my hands over the new soft lace and sigh. This evening is bittersweet and I am thrilled to spend it with Alex, but I am utterly heartbroken that he leaves me in the morning. As I slide each of the silky pieces of lace onto my body, I think back to my hope that Alex would decide to stay with me. I know it is an impossible thought, he is a gorgeous man with millions of dollars that can have any woman of his dreams, but I still had that bit of hope that he loves me too. After two months, I’m still at a loss as to why he has had any interest in me.

  Removing the dress from its hanger, I find that the dress is not nearly as conservative as I first thought. The back is almost nonexistent and the entire dress falls extremely short. I slide the material over my body and step into the shoes pulling my hair from the French twist, bringing it over my shoulder. Slowly I turn to face the lone mirror in the room. The dress skims my curves and hits me mid thigh. Twisting to see the back of the dress, I notice that it barely covers my behind, instantly proving why Alex chose this one in particular.

  Into the darkening night I step out of the building and Gregory escorts me past hundreds of gorgeous vessels, each one more elaborate than the first.

  My escort stops suddenly in front of an enormous yacht and I ask, “Gregory, are we going somewhere?”

  “Only out for the evening, Ms. Winston. We will return in the morning.”

  Not expecting to dine on a yacht I announce, “Oh, ok. I‘ve never been on a boat like this.”

  “Enjoy yourself, Ms. Winston. You are a remarkable woman and it has been pleasure getting to know you. Mr. Stone is waiting for you on the deck. I hope to see you in the morning.”

  Surprising Gregory in a tight hug I cry, “I’ll miss you, Gregory.”

  A small tear falls from my eye and I turn around, quickly brushing it away. Gazing up at the large vessel, I walk onto the yacht and find Alex standing against a railing in his soft, gray, linen suit. He really is a stunning man. At the entrance of the deck, I halt my steps and watch Alex turn around when he senses me near.

  “Mallory,” he broadcasts. “You are by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” His comment makes my cheeks redden and I gaze down at the ground as he continues, “Please don’t hide your lovely face, darling. Your eyes are too magnificent to keep veiled.” Smiling as I look up at him, he struts over to me and takes one of my hands. “Dinner is ready for us inside the cabin and we will depart the marina in a few moments, but I want you to know that I have never in my life wanted things to be different for us. Unfortunately, I can’t change them, so I hope that this evening we can just pretend things won’t be different in the morning.”

  To hide my aching heart, I stare into Alex’s eyes and utter softly, “Sure, Alex. I can do that.”

  We gaze off at the sea from the deck, wrapped in each other as the boat departs from the marina.

  When the temperature begins to cool out on the deck Alex takes my hand and guides me to the dining room on the yacht. Along the way, he points out the master bedroom and some other smaller bedrooms inside the cabin.

  Once we reach the dining room, I see that the table has been arranged and the food is waiting for us. Alex opens the trays and we are served with some Mahi Mahi with mango salsa and sautéed vegetables. The Mahi and salsa is phenomenal with the chilled Riesling Alex has poured to accompany the meal.

  “Alex, is this your boat?”I ask amidst conversation.

  “You would think,” he chuckles, “but unfortunately no, the concierge helped me to set it up. Though, after seeing her, I may look at purchasing one of my own.”

  “Do you need a boat?”

  He laughs, “Probably not, but I could always use more toys.”

  Joining into his laughter I chuckle, “Good point.”

  “You look stunning in that dress, Mallory. I will enjoy peeling it off of you later.”

  “Thank you, it is lovely. I bet you will like what’s underneath more.,” I say behind reddening cheeks.

  At my statement, his hand skirts up my thigh and his fingers skim the straps from the garter, moving up towards the lace panties.

  “Oh, I can guarantee that I will enjoy them,” he says without breaking his demeanor.

  Agile fingers glide inside my panties and caress along my folds, eliciting such pleasure that I find myself closing my eyes and gripping the table. As I part my lips and let out a moan, Alex pulls me across the table into a scorching kiss. I massage his tongue with my own as he mimics the movements of his fingers thrusting into my core. Suddenly, he removes his fingers from
my panties and my hair while standing from his chair.

  “Come with me, Mallory,” Alex beckons and I take his hand following him into the master bedroom.

  Unable to appreciate the light décor of the cabin, Alex rushes us into the room.

  “I want tonight to be special, Mallory.” Sitting me onto the bed, he kneels onto the floor, removing each of my shoes and slithering his hands up each of my legs towards the hem of my dress.

  Pulling me from the moment he whispers, “Stand and take this off.”

  Allowing me room, he rests back onto his heels and I stand at the edge of the bed. My hand skims down my sides as I reach down towards the bottom of the dress and pull it over my head. Alex reaches up, takes the dress from my hand, and then glides his hands around my waist. Sitting forward, he places soft kisses along my navel and hipbones.

  “So beautiful.”

  With each kiss, I can feel myself drenching my panties. Standing rapidly, Alex crushes his lips against mine and I crave all of him at one moment, I cannot get enough. Alex must have the same thought because he reaches his hands around my hips and lifts me so that I can wrap my legs around his waist. Turning around hastily, he presses my back against the wall while nipping at my lips as he reaches a hand up to pull down the cup of my bra. Releasing my breasts, he bends down and swirls his tongue around my nipple. The feel of his wet mouth sends electricity straight to my womb. I whimper when he takes a bite at my hardened peak.

  “Alex, more please.”

  “Oh baby, I haven’t even gotten started.”

  Setting me back onto my feet, he reaches forward me to unhook my bra.

  “Lovely,” Alex says, dazzled as he massages my breasts.

  I extend my hands forward, peel off his jacket, and then make my way to the buttons on his shirt. After helping to shrug off his shirt, I pull his head in for another round of kisses. Feeling the dampness in my panties, I know they are ruined from the pooling of moisture that his touching has aroused in me.