Page 19 of Scorching Sienna

I knew that psychologically, having her pass these doors every day had been preparing her for this moment. She never asked me about them, but the way her gaze lingered told me everything I needed to know—especially when paired with what I discovered last week during one of my late-night stalking sessions.

I wasn't even surprised when I found her copy of the Kama Sutra. The green and red post-its, flagging her favorite positions, left me pleasantly smug.

There was a little darkness in my little light. A curiosity that had her questioning me when I told her to take her two ponytails out. Almost begging me to do it myself while I shoved my cock down her throat.

I could see the desire in her eyes then and every day since. It made our car rides tense and uncomfortable. Yet I continued forcing us into that situation. Unable to stop. I wanted to take this slower, wean herinto the darkness. But she had pushed me beyond my limit today.

I had snapped and caused a scene. One, I would have to mop up later.

“Damon?” Five letters. Five letters that slip off her tongue and pull on my leash, reminding me who I belong to. A name that never suited me until she spoke it.

Her voice is soft and unsure but still carrying that sultry undertone that had all the men in the VIP section hanging on her every word. It drove me fucking insane.

“Take your pants off. Now.” She shivers at my words, a gasp leaving her mouth before she clamps it shut.

She wants this. She has been waiting for this.

She gingerly reaches for the button of her pants, her eyes locked with mine. That’s my girl. I’m so fucking proud of her. Eventually, she would ask me for what she wanted.

“Your safe word is rainbow. Say it.” She zips her pants down and lets them drop to the floor, the safe word I have chosen perfect for her.

“Rainbow,” she repeats quietly, lifting her black-heeled feet out of the pants and stepping forward. The black work top just covers her panties—red ones. Like the color her ass will soon be.

My eyes trail up her legs, devouring the exposed flesh.

She is squirming and clenching her thighs, trying to douse the ache.

“Turn around.” She obeys and waits while I walk over to the wall and pick out my bondage choice for today. Handcuffs.

“Do you trust me in this moment, Sienna?” I shouldn’t expect her to trust me at all. But at least here and now, I wanted her to trust me. Trust that I would keep her safe.

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation. Loud and clear.

“Hands behind your back.” Her hands shake slightly as she puts them behind her back, and goosebumps appear all over her skin whenthe metal touches her wrists.

I have dreamt of this. Of having her in this way. Nothing compares to reality. It's like taking a hit of heroin. I’m high on her. Fucking addicted. Craving more even before it's over.

The smell of her arousal wraps around me like a fucking womb. I want to stay here forever.

Her breathing is fast, her breasts moving up and down as adrenaline courses through her.

“Stand in front of the bench. In the middle.” She takes the couple of steps and stands where directed, her body trembling with anticipation, even though she has no idea what will happen.

I stand behind her and lean against her back, my chest pressing her forward so she bends at a ninety-degree angle.

“What did you call me earlier?” Her left cheek rests on the bench, her ponytail sprawled on the black leather. Red and black. My favorite combination. My lips graze her ear, and she whimpers, the sound so fucking perfect I want to have it as my ringtone, my fucking alarm, hell, even the reverse indicator on my car.

“Um. Sir?” Her voice is breathy, and her lids are heavy, lust coursing through her and making her feel like she is high.

“Not that,” I say, licking her earlobe and causing her to buck against me.

“Daddy Damon,” she moans as I grind my cock against her ass. I want her to feel how fucking stiff she makes me. How powerful she is.

“Remember your safe word, Sienna. If it gets too much, I’ll stop.”

I step back, looking at the beautiful view scorched into my memory forever.

She trembles when my hand meets the skin on the back of her thigh. I knew it would be smooth but fuck me, her skin is silk.

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