Stone Unhinged (The Stone Book 2)

by Renee Harless

  Smirking, I reply, “I don’t mind you ravaging me.”

  “Please?”

  Huffing, I grab my bra and panties, then tug them onto my body.

  “Thank you. You did very well, Ms. Winston. Far better than I would have expected. I knew the rope play would push your limits, but you handled it extremely well. Come with me, I’ll pour you a bath and massage your shoulders.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  After flicking off a switch, which I assume controls the candles, Alex and I make our way upstairs to his bedroom. Stopping outside his door, Alex turns towards me and pulls me into his arms. My arms wrap around his waist, and I instantly mesh into his embrace.

  “You make me deliriously happy, Mallory. I am truly sorry about earlier. It’s just… I only just got you back and already someone is trying to take you from me. I’m a selfish man.”

  “You make me happy too, Alex. And I understand you’re scared, I am too, but we’ll be ok.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Because I’m incredibly smart,” I grin.

  Looking down at me, Alex unleashes his megawatt, panty-soaking, earth-shattering smile. The kind of smile that sends women into a daze, and leaves men clamoring to reenact.

  “You’re incredibly beautiful as well,” he replies then adds, “I have something for you. It’s actually what I sent Gregory out for this morning, along with installing your security system, of course.”

  Grasping my hand, Alex tugs me into the room and stops outside his closet.

  “Stay here and close your eyes.”

  Following his command, I can feel Alex’s heat as he returns to stand beside me.

  “Give me your hand and then open your eyes.”

  I register the sensation of cold metal against my palm, and open my eyes to find my necklace with a new piece of jewelry attached to the chain. Sitting gloriously beside the open heart charm is a beautiful piece of carved amethyst, designed perfectly to resemble the top of a rose. Delicately placed within the center of the petals is a small diamond, painstakingly carved into the shape of a heart.

  “This is magnificent, Alex,” I whisper, in awe that something so gorgeous could really be mine. “It’s so fragile, I’m afraid I’ll break it if I wear it.”

  “I’m assured that you can’t break it. May I put it on you?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Gently turning me around, Alex drapes the metal against my neck, resting his hands on my shoulders and placing soft kisses along the area.

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “Only because it’s you, my dear. Only you can make me this crazy and weak. Bath or massage first?”

  “Bath. I may fall asleep if you massage me first.”

  “Good point,” he concedes.

  Directing me to the tub, Alex starts the water and pours his lavender oil into the hot water before removing our clothing. We both sink into the calming water and relax onto each other.

  Caressing my fingers across Alex’s hand, I ask, “Where did you learn that thing with the ropes?”

  “Shibari?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “I actually took a class at this BDSM training club I frequented when in the states. It’s beautiful to watch. You’re the first person I’ve actually tried it on.”

  “I really liked it. The way it felt against my skin was like a high. And the design was striking when you were finished. I felt beautiful all wrapped up in it.”

  Intertwining his fingers with my own, I pull our hands to rest over my heart. Closing my eyes and inhaling the scent of lavender, I unwind to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Moments pass blissfully as we lie in the warm pool. After who knows how long, Alex sits up slowly and steps out of the tub, drying him off before wrapping me in a towel. On our way back to the bedroom, he grabs a bottle of massage oil from the bathroom counter.

  “Lie face down on the bed and I’ll massage your back. Just promise to stay awake ok?”

  “Ok.”

  When he returns, Alex moves to the side of the bed and kneels. Firmly kneading my muscles, he works out the tension that surrounds my shoulder blades and spine.

  “Ugh, that feels so good.”

  “Thank you. Now relax.”

  Following his lead, I close my mouth and lose myself in the feeling of his hands molding the curves of my body. As he works his way farther down, he takes hold of my calves and massages each one before moving back up to repeat the motions on my thighs. Each time Alex works the inner muscles of my legs, his hands stroke against my folds, whether accidently or on purpose, I don’t know. But the spark I feel every time he rubs against my core stirs up my desire for him, regardless of if the touch was intentional. Noticing the heat rising to my skin, Alex “mistakenly” brushes against my pussy and then moves down to a lower part of my body.

  “Turn over,” Alex commands in a voice that much deeper and more gravelly than normal.

  The massage must be affecting him as much as it’s affecting me, I realize.

  Starting at my wrists, Alex makes purposeful circles as he works up my arms. Gliding between my breasts, Alex strokes the skin around my ribcage and abdomen before moving to massage my feet. Mimicking the technique that he used on the back of my legs, he strokes the front side and lets his smallest finger drift along my folds in the same manner as before. Taking his time, Alex moves up and down my legs, brushing along my core only a couple of times. At this point, my body is burning so hot that I writhe on the bed at every touch of his hand.

  “Alex, touch me please.”

  “I am touching you, darling.”

  “Please, Alex. Touch my pussy. I can’t take it anymore.”

  Repeating one of his timid strokes along my core, Alex asks teasingly, “Like this?”

  Moaning at his delicate touch, I growl, “More. More.”

  Flicking his fingers across my folds and clit, Alex asks again, “Like this?”

  “More,” I plead, moisture pooling between my legs.

  Noting my distress, Alex inserts two of his fingers inside me and crooks them, leaving me gasping for air.

  “Like this?”

  “Uh huh.” I whimper, nodding my head.

  “I can do better than this,” he whispers huskily, removing both of his fingers and placing them in his mouth, slowly savoring the taste of my juices.

  Moving slowly up the bed, Alex hovers above me, his erection resting at my entrance. Slowly, tantalizingly, his massive penis inches into my core. The pleasure is so overwhelming that I grasp tightly onto his biceps, my nails piercing his skin. Rocking against my body, Alex pulls out all the way before suddenly gliding in completely. His pace increasing, he bends and rests his head along my shoulder, nipping and sucking along the hollowed edges of my collarbone. Lost in pleasure, my nails glide across his back.

  Deftly twisting himself on the bed, Alex rests on his back as I straddle him.

  “Go, baby. Ride me,” he commands.

  Resting my hands on his chest, I tentatively slide up and down his shaft, teasing him with my torturous speed. Rotating my hips in a slow circle, Alex lets out a strangled groan while I close my eyes, absorbing the pleasure.

  Growling, Alex cries out, “Faster,” the sound spiraling me into a frenzy.

  Slamming my hips up and down, I slide my pussy over him swiftly, in and out, faster, harder. Alex controls my movement as he grips my hips tightly, increasing our speed even more. His fingers grip my body so tightly, I’m sure to have bruises in the morning.

  “Touch yourself,” he orders.

  Reaching up, I caress my breasts, for his pleasure and my own, twisting my fingers around my hardened nipples. Sitting up, he continues to pummel me onto his massive cock, and the feel of his skin rubbing against my clit sends an electric current surging through my entire body.

  “I’m so close. Oh god, Alex.”

  “Give it to me, baby. Come on.”

  Exploding around him, I feel his erection thicken even more as h
e pumps into me a few more times. When at last he releases his seed deep inside me, he wraps me in his arms. Alex kisses me deeply, softly stroking a hand up and down my back.

  The only word I can manage to push past my lips is “Wow.”

  “That was amazing, beautiful,” he whispers.

  As I gaze deeply into his golden eyes, the knowledge and depth of how fully in love with him courses through my veins like blood. My breath synchronizing with his, I realize in this moment that there is no turning back. I would do anything for this man who sits before me, my love reciprocated in his eyes. He owns me body and soul.

  “I love you, Alex. I don’t think I ever stopped loving you.”

  “I love you, too, Mallory. You’re my everything.”

  Kissing me softly, sliding his lips across mine, I feel him beginning to harden inside me.

  “How can you be ready to go again so soon?”

  “You bring me to life, Mallory. I can’t help it.”

  Laying me back against the bed, Alex lies on top of me. He pushes his member in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. Intertwining our fingers together, Alex presses his lips to mine, making sweet, passionate love to me.

  Chapter 14

  Running as fast as my legs will take me, I am hopelessly lost in abandoned stone halls. Screaming out incoherent words, my pleas are only answered by laughter. Blackness fades into a bright white, and I find Alex waiting for me, ready to engulf me in his strong arms. Effortlessly lifting me up, he places me on a wrought iron bed, covered in white linens. In a flash, my body is completely exposed and Alex moves quickly to devour my core with his tongue.

  I wake myself from my dreamy state, moaning out his name. A warm tongue caresses my lower lips.

  “I’m sorry, darling. You were screaming and I couldn’t get you to stop, so I did the only I could think of. Seems to have worked,” he says, resting his hands on my mound and placing his chin on top of them.

  “Well it worked, believe me. The dream was terrifying at first, but then you showed up and started doing that in my dream. It felt so good.”

  Playing with my folds, Alex asks, “Did it? Want me to continue?”

  “Mmhmm,” I murmur, closing my eyes.

  Lapping languorously at my folds, Alex pays special attention to my clit until I am clenching the sheets in a death grip. Coming far more quickly than I wanted, I look over at Alex as he moves to lie beside me.

  “Want to tell me about it?” he asks, letting a hand rest on my abdomen.

  “There isn’t much to tell. I was trapped in an abandoned hallway and every time I screamed, someone would laugh at me. It was cold and dark, but then you appeared and started… well… you know.”

  Rolling me over so that my back rests against his chest, Alex teases my nipples with his fingers, sliding his penis back and forth against my folds. I am already soaked with my heat and his saliva.

  Kissing my shoulder delicately, Alex asks, “Are you ok, now?”

  With an unexpected husky tone in my voice, I reply, “Oh yeah.”

  Closing my eyes, I reach my arm back over Alex’s body and grab at his ass, using it to rock myself against him. As many times as we’ve had sex today and tonight, I think, I still can’t get enough: my body craves him in a boundless supply.

  “God, Alex. Just you rubbing against me feels incredible.”

  “I know. I can feel you dripping with your honey.”

  Taking a hold of my knee, he brings my bent leg up over his hip so that my pussy is more exposed. As he continues to slide against me, the tip of his penis knocks against my small bundle of nerves, making me shiver with every pass.

  “Are you sore?” he asks, concern evident in his tone.

  “No,” I moan, reveling in the feel of his body.

  “Good.”

  Pushing into my center, Alex plunges into me fiercely from behind. Using my leg as leverage, each thrust seems more powerful than the last. Wanting – no, needing - his hands on me, I use my hand to prop my leg up, freeing his hands to knead my breasts.

  “I’m going to come, Mallory. Come with me,” he begs.

  Groaning out his name, we come simultaneously.

  As we slowly spiral back to reality from the dreamy explosion of our climax, Alex tilts my head and kisses me passionately.

  “I love you so much. You’re amazing,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose against mine.

  “Mmm, I love you, too,” I reply, smiling into the sheets.

  Pulling me closer to his chest, Alex and I fall back to sleep, lying contentedly in each other’s arms: the place I hope to stay.

  The next morning, I awaken to the heavenly smell of eggs and bacon wafting through the air. Opening my eyes, I find a beautiful tray of food resting on the bed, decorated with a single purple rose. Smiling to myself, I glance out of Alex’s bay window and am glad to see the sun shining. Finally, the snow has stopped.

  “Good morning, sleepy head.”

  “Hmm, good morning. What time is it?” I ask my gorgeous lover as he walks over to me from the bathroom.

  “Noon. Not really morning anymore I’d say, but I know you were tired.” He smiles, pushing a lock of hair away from my face. “Eat up,” He says, “We have to leave in a few hours to head to my parent’s home.”

  Sitting up in bed and enjoying a luxurious stretch, I place the tray over my lap and begin devouring my breakfast.

  “How far away do they live?” I ask, sipping on a glass of orange juice.

  “They have a home outside of Adleburgh, it’s in Suffolk. It’s typically one of their vacation homes, but they’re renovating their London property right now, so they’ve been staying there. It’s about a two and half hour drive, but with the roads in the condition they’re in, I want to leave with plenty of time to spare.”

  “Are the roads safe enough to travel?”

  “Don’t worry about that. I’m an excellent driver.”

  Around a mouthful of eggs, I reply, “Is there anything you aren’t good at?”

  “Very little,” he smiles.

  After breakfast I enjoy a hot shower, scrubbing my body thoroughly, removing any remnants that may remain of yesterday’s escapades. I spend an enormous amount of time watching the water cascade over my skin, then finally wrap a heated towel around myself before walking out of the stall. Twisting my hair up in another towel, I enter the bedroom to find a beautiful teal cocktail dress, waiting for me on the bed. It’s made of lace and reminds me of the black cocktail dress Julia Roberts wears in Pretty Woman. It’s absolutely stunning. Resting beside the dress is a box, which I open carefully, hesitant to untie the beautiful ribbon that graces the lid. Inside, I find a beautiful dark blue lingerie set, complete with silk stockings, and a pair of simple black stilettos. After reading the designer name on the shoe tag, I realize they most likely cost more than I make in six months. Touching the dress’s beautiful lace in awe, my eyes land on a small note a few inches away from the clothing.

  I’m hoping that you’ll wear this today. I am honored to bring you home to meet my family, you’re the first woman I’ve ever introduced to my parents. Don’t be nervous, I’ll be there and so will Abi.

  I love you forever, beautiful

  P.S. Come find me in my study when you’re ready. I have a tiny surprise for you.

  “Another surprise?” I ask myself aloud.

  Removing my towels, I adorn my body in the lingerie’s luxurious silk, then take a look at myself in the mirror. The way the pieces drape on my skin makes me feel as sexy as Alex describes. Seized by a wild child moment, I locate my phone on the nightstand and pose for a photo in the mirror. Typing the caption you can peel this off me later, I send it to Alex, biting my lip in delight. Back in the bathroom, I grab a comb and brush out my long, brown locks.

  Heavy footsteps running into the bathroom startle me as Alex twirls me around and pins me against the counter.

  “You cannot send me things like that,” he says, shoving a hand roughly alon
g my outer thigh.“One, I am working. Two, I can’t resist you, ever. And three,” Alex adds, his body pressed against my own, and I feel his erection growing, “you are so fucking sexy in this lace that I need you, now,” he pants, devouring me in a fanatical kiss.

  Quickly but taking care with the garments, Alex unhooks my bra, sliding it down my arms, while I work the panties down my hips and legs. As he lifts me up to place me on the counter, I realize that Alex is wearing my favorite attire: gray boxer briefs and nothing else but chiseled muscles. Taking the opportunity to feel his skin, I let my hands graze across his shoulders, down his chest and abdominals. Pushing aside my still-wet hair, Alex kisses my neck in various spots as his hand travels down to my center, gliding across my folds and my clit.

  “You’re so wet already, baby.”

  “I know. I’m soaking wet every time I hear your voice, or even see you.”

  “That’s so fucking hot,” he growls.

  “Please fuck me, Alex. I can’t take it any longer.”

  “With pleasure,” Alex replies, tilting me back so that my upper body rests against the mirror, then scoots my bottom to the edge of the counter.

  Slithering his hands down my body, his fingers brush across my shoulders, breasts and thighs, before stopping at my knees. Firmly taking hold of my legs, Alex raises my feet to rest on the counter, gently pushing them out and to the sides. Lying like this, my core is openly displayed.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” he groans.

  Rubbing his fingers back and forth through my wetness, Alex then uses the same hand to coat his erection in my heat. Already panting, I close my eyes and grip at the marble.

  “Open your eyes. I want to see you.”

  Quickly responding to his request, I watch as Alex plunges inside me.

  “Fucking shit. I’m not going to last long, baby. You feel too fucking good.”

  As he continues to ferociously pummel inside me, I let out a muffled cry, his shaft thrusting in and out of me at an alarming speed.

  Bending his head, Alex bites my nipple, sending my body spiraling out of control. Coming immediately after my own release, I moan as he releases his deliciously hot seed inside of me.