Page 20 of Scorching Sienna

My hand follows the curve of her ass, confirming that she was sculpted to fit my palm perfectly. Nothing had ever felt more right in my hand. A glove wouldn’t even compare to how flawless the connection was.

Her panties are soaked, and I brush my hand over the area, letting my thumb graze her labia. She jerks in response.

“Damon, please.” Her moan is so desperate that I chuckle, standing to the side and rubbing her ass once again. The unblemished skin has goosebumps, and her pussy weeps for me to give it the release it desires.

The first slap of her fleshy mounds has her gasping, the mixture of pain and pleasure confusing her. I can tell by the way her brows dip. She has never done this before. The emotions are new for her, and I am privileged enough to see them play out on her gorgeous face.

She is wondering why this turns her on—wondering if there is something wrong with her.

I rub the slightly red flesh before slapping her ass again, a little harder than the one before. She sucks in a deep breath and turns her head to the other side, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

By the fifth slap, her ass is red, and her panties have soaked through, her pleasure running down her leg. Her moans fill the room, the sound so erotic and needy that it’s a fucking miracle I haven’t shot my load already.

“Please, Damon, I need-I need…” she mutters, her eyes still closed tightly.

I lean over her again, grinding my cock against her raw ass and making her whimper.

“What do you need, little rainbow?” I whisper in her ear, biting her earlobe while my hand circles her throat, slightly squeezing.

“I need to come, please.” Begging. My little light is begging me for release. What mygirl wants, she gets.

While still leaning over her, I rip her panties to the side and shove two fingers into her tight, sopping-wet cunt, the orgasm ripping through her instantly. Tearing her apart.

Her muscles milk my fingers, and her body trembles, my name dying on her lips as she shudders through the aftermath of her orgasm. Shattering while I pick up the pieces and put her back together around me.

I remove my fingers slowly and put them in my mouth. The taste. This is what I should be drinking every day. The Yamazaki 55, one of the rarest whiskey bottles in the world, pales compared to tasting my Sienna.

It’s moreish and intoxicating, sitting on my tongue like ice and melting far too quickly. The slow fade of its flavor pisses me off, and I swipe the same fingers through her slit, popping them back into my mouth to prolong the taste.

It would be easy to lap her clean, but Sienna is spent. Her breathing is slowly returning to normal.

I gently remove the cuffs, holding her hands in place, and throw them to the side. She moans when I massage her wrists, the cuffs leaving little red marks that will fade by tomorrow.

“Stay,” I order, moving to a shelf near the door to retrieve the bottle of aloe vera gel.

The liquid cools to room temperature in my hand before I gently apply it to her deliciously red ass. It would be fine by tomorrow. This was meek compared to what it could be.

But Sienna didn’t know what she liked, so I had to start slowly.

I roll her over and pick her up, cradling her in my arms. She stifles a yawn and then smiles, her face flush and beautiful.

Working as a team to open doors, we exit the room, and I carry her to my office bathroom.

“Can you stand?” She nods in confirmation, and I place her beside the basin.

“What are you doing?” she asks when I wet a cloth with warm water.

“Cleaning you up.” She is surprised at my words and even more surprised when I hunch down, placing her leg on my knee.

If I just leaned forward, I could nuzzle heaven.

Instead, I run the cloth up her thigh, wiping her down. I repeat the process on the other side. Though, by the time I am finished, Sienna looks at me like she wants me to take her back to room one.

“Come. Home time for you,” she squeals when I lift her again, careful not to brush her sensitive rear.

“I can walk.” She smiles shyly, her hands resting in her lap while I carry her out of my office and down the corridor.

While I look at where we are going, she looks at me.

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