Heart Of Stone

by Hayes, S. I.

  “I thought you owned the controlling interest?”

  “I do, but there is a stipulation in the contract that gives him some wiggle back room should his health improve enough to come back. So far he just stays away.”

  “And now?”

  “I don’t know. He says he’s only here to see that I’m okay and to see his doctors. Then he’ll be leaving. But I just don’t know.” She looked to the floor, worry lacing her voice. “I’ve never thought he’d take the company back. I hope he won’t I’ve worked hard to make it the legitimate business it is now. I don’t want his ties back to it.”

  “You mean the loan sharking they accused him of in the eighties.”

  She nodded. “It was all true of course. But I’ve spent ten years dissolving all of that and building the Stone name into a formidable empire. I rub elbows with Trump, Hilton, Rockefeller, all of them. I scratched for it with my blood, my body…”

  “When will it be enough Ella? When can you sit back and say I’ve got what I want?”

  “I-” She picked up her head seeing a flash. “Fucking reporters.” She hissed and stormed in the direction of the lighting, Matthew fast behind her. “Come here you fucker.” She grabbed the camera man by the shirt sleeve.

  He pulled away only to have Matthew wrench the camera from him. He screwed the lens off and ripped the SD card out, palming it as he deleted the main memory.

  “That’s private property. I could have you arrested.”

  “Try it. You’re on private property. Trespassing, ya dumb shit.” Donnella spat. Shoving the guy away. Matthew tossed the camera at him and he fumbled to catch it missing and it hit the ground shattering.

  “Oops.” Matthew half laughed grabbing Donnella’s arm as they ran to find Anthony and get out of the doctor’s office.

  ***

  “You know what I realised?” Donnella whispered as they sat in the back of the car, approaching The Stone Tower.

  “Hmm.” Matthew answered, his eyes closed, his arm around her. Waiting around while she got her hair, nails and a bikini wax done apparently having exhausted him.

  “With everything that has happened I never gave you your actual Christmas present.”

  “Oh, I found it in the back of the closet.” He half-smiled.

  “You opened it?”

  “No, I said I found it. It is still in the back of the closet. Right next to your Valentine’s day gifts, since we missed that too.” A large smile lit up his face.

  “You know you’re too good to me.”

  “That’s impossible. I’m hardly good enough for you, let alone to you.” He rubbed her side. Donnella nuzzled into his chest, with a glance to Anthony who looked away with a soft smile on his stern face.

  ***

  “What do you have to report?” Harmon Stone asked of his men when they returned leaving Donnella with Matthew. Cordell stationed outside the apartment.

  “Mister Mayfield appears to show a genuine interest in Miss Stone’s wellbeing. Escorting her into the Doctor’s office, asking pertinent questions and the like. He also caters to her ego, in ways that she requires but doesn’t realize. Pushes her out of her comfort zones to experience things that appear to be for her betterment. Sir. That is my assessment, so far.”

  “Yes, but does he love the girl?”

  “Love, Sir? If I had to wager it Sir… I would say yes… Hopelessly.”

  “Let’s hope so… Because if I know Donavan Kelly life is about to get far harder for both of them.” Harmon began to cough violently, taking a large dose of his inhaler.

  ***

  “I didn’t thank you for cleaning up the apartment earlier.” Matthew smirked as he took off his jacket. The weather was warming, and the apartment seemed to be stifling. Pepper was gone and a note was on the fridge from the walker saying they were at the park. Which meant the apartment was completely empty. “You know… We’ve never had the whole place to ourselves.”

  “You’re right.” Donnella stretched in that way that made him think of her as a kitten, with her entire body, when they stretched so far they lost their balance a little. It drove him just a tiny bit mad. He swept her up into his arms and spun her round. Kissing her passionately, he unbuckled her belt, and inched the dress up and around her waist. She wrapped her legs around him, as he put her to the wall for support, she pulled her arms through the dress and took it off tossing it aside. “Question? When I cleaned up, whose clothes were those? Cuz they weren’t yours and weren’t mine.”

  “Models, and props. When I couldn’t get access to you I started working like a fiend.” He answered through heady kisses, down her chest and up her neck. She dug her nails into his back and he let out a short growl.

  “You don’t like pain? Cuz I like a little…”

  His eyes narrowed and he dragged his teeth up her neck, biting her in the shoulder. She let out an excited little yip, digging in her nails deeper. He pulled at her panties roughly, and she dropped a leg so he could wrangle them off. His fingers pushed against her, and she let out a moan as he kissed her driving in to her with a hard thrust. His fingers wrapped under her ass, as he bucked under her fast, hard. She held on to the framework of the wall, to keep from hitting her head as he assaulted her breasts with his lips, tongue and teeth. He sucked hard, and she held his head in place and as she came suddenly he slid a finger into her ass. She threw her head back calling out his name. She shivered and quaked, but he wasn’t done, he kept pumping at her, long fluid strokes, slowed mercifully down. He pulled down until he was almost completely out of her, and she could feel her body release, then he would pull her back down pushing back up, to fill her completely and she opened up to him with a gush. She could feel the stickiness running down her backside as he pumped his fingers now against her anus. Feel them as he tickled her from both sides.

  They slid down the wall. His legs trembling as he started to come. He pumped into her hard a few more times and she shook on him again, this time soaking his abdomen. They laughed, when she realized it, he’d done it again.

  “Every time you touch my ass.” She mused laying on him, panting. “I come like Niagara falls.”

  He pulled his still twitching cock from her, and rolled her on to her side, lifting her leg putting her face to the floor. “Can I try?”

  She looked at him her heart racing. “You mean actual anal?”

  He nodded. “My cocks still hard, and there’s plenty of natural lube here. He swiped her pulling up sticky fingers. “I’ve never…”

  She let out a deep sigh. Turning toward him. Kissing him. “I’ll let you try, but you’ve got to get a condom. It’s safer that way. Okay?”

  “Okay.” He got up going upstairs.

  She rolled back onto her stomach, her hand to her head. “I’m outta my mind.” She put a hand to her racing heart. “Just outta my fuckin’ head.”

  Matthew reappeared with a condom and a small bag. She drew her knees up to her chest intrigued by the bag.

  He held it out to her. She opened it up to find inside an MP3 player, a vibrator and a bottle of water based cinnamon flavored lubricant. Her mouth hung open a moment stunned. “For me?”

  He nodded. “I thought we could have some fun with it.”

  “You’ve got a memory like a steel trap don’t ya?”

  Again he nodded. Crawling back down on to the floor with her. “The vibe is almost as big as I am at the widest point. I checked. So maybe if we use it first? Then you know. It’ll be easier?”

  “Definitely. You planned for something like this?” She looked at him sideways. Her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

  “Only hoped.”

  She leaned back, and he smiled, turning on the vibrator. Tracing the top of her reddened mound, he lightly stroked her clit, and she squirmed. He smiled ran the tip up under her hood and watched her writhe. She sat up on her knees, looking down at him as he watched her. Their eyes locked as she nodded and he dipped the thing inside of her, twisting turning up the speed of t
he vibration. He leaned over her, licking and flicking her clit with his tongue. She resisted the urge to grab his head, but moaned deeply. He pulled the vibe out, sliding a finger inside, she liked his callouses. The scratchy skin inside her sent shivers all through her, especially when he twisted upward and hit her spot, scratching it with his rough fingertips. She almost came but he stopped, making her calm back down. He added some of the lubricant to his finger, pressing it against her, with a little wiggle his finger was inside. The cinnamon lube was warm, but not uncomfortable, sending a tingle deep into her. He moved around a bit then pulled in and out. She could feel her anus as it relaxed giving in to his touch. He pulled his finger out, then took to the vibrator, slowly pulling down their mixed orgasm and the lubricant, making sure he wasn’t going to hurt her. She lifted off the floor as he inserted the vibrator, letting it settle in inch by inch, until six had gone deep and she was gyrating against his hand. Making sounds he had not heard from her before.

  “Are you okay?” His cock was rigid, straining, aching for relief.

  “Please... take it out. I need a cock.” She begged. “Fuck me, Matthew with that giant cock.” She picked up her head, tears down the sides of her cheeks. He eased the vibrator out of her and slid up on top of her, just as he was to penetrate her, she reached down, lifting her legs higher, leading him lower. “It’s okay.” She gasped. “I want it, please.” She drew him down on her and he was pulled inside.

  Her body tugged on him, sucking on him. Grasping him in a way he had never been grasped. He let out a guttural sigh. His body twitching, he felt like he was coming, but his balls hadn’t tightened. He got hot, his heart raced and his breathing grew hard as she moved against him, sliding with him. Finally his body gave and he shuddered. Coming. Pumping hard inside her. She kept at him urging him to keep going, as big as he was even with a semi he filled her and she wanted it. As though something in her had snapped and she was trying to make up for lost time. She began to use the vibrator and he could feel the vibration from inside her to his cock and was almost instantly hard again. Shocked back to life, she rocked against him, and he pulled her up so he could sit back to watch her with the vibrator while he continued to probe her deeply. It made him come fast, and hard but so did she and he loved to watch her bloom.

  16

  Matthew laid in bed beside her as she dozed lazily with the sheets wrapped around her legs. He wasn’t sure when they made it upstairs, but was glad for the plushness of his bed. His back ached and he rolled over grabbing a couple of pills from the nightstand, swallowing them down. When her turned back she was sitting up watching him, concern in her eyes. “Just a couple naproxen.” He showed her the off label bottle of over the counter pain relievers. “I promise you the other pills are only occasionally.” He kissed her tenderly. As she rolled the bottle in her fingers without a word. “What was all of that about, tonight?” He changed the subject.

  “What?” Her voice was small. He could tell something was bothering her.

  “All of that, this, downstairs… Up here. You… This wasn’t all for me.”

  “No… It wasn’t.” She climbed out of the bed, putting the pills on her nightstand. “It was for me.” Her walking was awkward, and he made motions to help her, but she stayed him with a hand. “I’m okay. I promise.” She smiled as she shuffled into the washroom.

  He got up from the bed, lightly padding over to the door. He could hear the water to the sink running, a bit of movement and not much else. Taking it as a sign she was just washing up he went to the closet to get the gifts that had been waiting far too long to be opened.

  ***

  Donnella sat on the edge of the tub, her head in her hands. “Why do I do these things?” She berated herself. “He’s going to think I’m some sort of deviant freak… Fuck!” She screamed in to a towel. “But he was into it, wasn’t he? At least it seemed that way when it was all going down. Donnella, you have to get a grip on yourself. He’s a good man. He’s got a right to know who you are. Who you used to be is a part of that, especially when she’s still in there.”

  A knock came to the door. “Just a sec, okay?” She shouted over the running water.

  “Alright.” He answered. “Just wanted to warn you, Pepper’s back and covered in mud! So I had to strip the bed.” He laughed through the door.

  She let out a little chuckle. “Is this the life I want?” She grabbed her robe, exiting the steaming room to find Matthew naked as a jaybird trying to wrestle a pillow away from Pepper who apparently wasn’t giving up without a fight. “Having a party without me?” She laughed grabbing a pillow and getting in on the action.

  ***

  A thousand feathers, a clogged vacuum and twenty minutes later they managed to wrangle the pup into the bathtub to get rid of the mud. The temperature had soared outside and everything that had been frozen and snowy turned to muck. But that was early March weather in New England.

  “She’s gonna look so much better. When was the last time she had a bath?”

  “Um... Never. Don’t they do that themselves?” Matthew teased as he sprayed Donnella with the detachable showerhead.

  She squealed as the water soaked her down. The sound getting Pepper excitable and she tried to jump from the tub, causing Matthew to have to grab a hold of her, getting soaked himself.

  “See that’s what you get.”

  “Funny. Grab a towel for her, before she shakes water everywhere!”

  They dried the dog and then each other which turned into playful kisses back to the bed. He laid her down on the bare mattress, and then walked away.

  “Where are you going?”

  He smiled, rounding the huge bed. Pulling out the bag she had hidden back in early December. As well as another smaller bag she had not seen before.

  “The earlier surprise was just part of the Valentine’s gift.” He beamed. “So can we exchange?”

  She nodded with a large, but hesitant smile. Small bags scared her. Small bags often meant small boxes, and small boxes were sometimes rings. She wasn’t ready for anything like that. Was she? Her heart pounded as she took the bag. It was light. “You first, you’ve waited the longest.” She smiled.

  He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the wooden rectangular box from its tissue paper confines. The word Canon carved into the top. He knitted his brows, as he unlatched it and opened it up. Sitting nestled inside was a small black and silver 35mm camera. Nothing special to most people. But Matthew was a collector. He laid the box in his lap gingerly. “Is this a?”

  “A Hansa Canon 35mm… Yeah.”

  “I can’t accept this.”

  “What? Why not? I noticed all the old cameras around here and figured… Do you not like it??”

  “I love it, but do you have any idea how much this cost?”

  “I do. I picked it up myself. Believe it or not I don’t let Harold do all of my shopping.” She crawled across the bed, her gift forgotten for the moment. “I wanted to give you something I thought you would love, the cost doesn’t matter to me. You know that. Would it make you feel better if I told you I got a good deal on it?”

  “Is that true?”

  “Probably not. Truth is I was more than likely hosed, but would you feel better if it were?”

  “Probably.”

  “Then let’s say I got an excellent deal.” She picked it up, pulling back the lever, and snapping a photograph of him. “Especially since it still works.”

  He smiled putting up his hand. “Don’t.”

  “Oh so you can dish it but can’t take it?” She laughed, snapping a second shot of him, as he reached for her with his long arms, he had her easily. Not that she was really trying to escape.

  She giggled, handing him the camera. “I’d like to see you work, sometime.”

  “I’d like you to actually pose for me.” He kissed her shoulder reaching past her for the little bag she was avoiding. He reached into it, pulling out exactly what she feared a little light blue velvet box. She held her br
eath. “Wearing nothing but these.” He opened the box and she doubled her intake of air.

  It was a pair of two carat cushion cut color change Alexandrite studs, set in sterling silver. “Oh my God.” She put her hand to her chest. “They’re gorgeous.”

  “I know you only ever wear these diamonds, but I thought maybe since you have the other holes. Their Alexandrite, you’re birthstone.”

  “I know… Thank you, so much… I never think to wear anything else.” She took the box, taking the studs out and putting them in her secondary holes, past the three carat diamonds she always wore. “These, were my mother’s. So I never take them out. The other holes I got when I was young.”

  “You’re still young.” He smiled as she lifted her hair off her shoulders and neck, showing him the greenish purple sparkling gems. He picked up the camera and snapped a photograph.

  “No fair.”

  “Plenty fair.”

  “No, you said you wanted me to model in just this, I’ve got on too much.”

  “Really?” He asked watching her as she stood up, she sucked on her lip, a sure sign a yes was imminent. “Yes!” He sounded like a schoolboy.

  “But I want to do it right!” She called after him as he disappeared into the closet. She could hear him fumbling around, and sat down nervously, crossing and uncrossing her legs, pulling down on his T-shirt. She had clothes of her own here, but really liked wearing his band T-shirts, there was something about it that made her feel welcomed and safe ever since the first night he had made her stay. “What are you doing?” She called after him.

  He reappeared with his hands full of metal and fabric, putting it all down on the floor. He put up a hand with a finger upturned. “One sec.” He ran out of the room, and she could hear him taking the steps possibly two or three at a time. Then clanging and banging downstairs. Rushing up he came back in with lamps and poles.

  “What is all of that?”