Page 29 of Scorching Sienna

She gasps when she lifts the satin covering, revealing an intricately designed black mask—the same as the one I will be wearing, just more feminine. It is clearly a pair—a very deliberate choice.

“Wow, Damon, this is exquisite.” She holds the mask gently in her hands as if afraid she might break it.

“Turn around. I’ll tie it.” She obeys.

I grab the strings on either side, securing the mask while leaning close so my breath brushes her exposed shoulder.

She shivers and then moans when my lips meet her perfect flesh.

Two.

The unexpected sensation as I press the button on the remote makes her jump.

“What—”

Four.

My finger travels up her back, over her shoulder, slowly grazing the skin of her clavicle, lower, over the curve of her breast, which heaves with uneven, jagged breathing until I reach the stiff peak. Her nipple pebbled before I even touched it.

I bite down hard on her shoulder as I roll her nipple between my forefinger and thumb. The moan that leaves her is long and slow, from her core, drop-kicking the sound of my blade meeting concrete from its number three position. Seems her different moans will be knocking it down a couple of notches.

At this rate, it might as well see its fucking way out the door.

“Damon.” Her head turns towards me, her lips inches from mine. Red, plump, the pout begging to be captured by my own.

Hesitation. Not something I know. Not something I do.

But with this, something holds me back. As if I hadn’t dreamed about the taste of her. The feel of her lips against mine. The satin texture of her tongue.

It wasn’t that I thought the dream could not stand up to the reality. I knew that to be untrue with every dream-to-reality interaction I have had with Sienna so far. Perhaps it was that it would far surpass every dream I had about her. Every fucking expectation met and exceeded.

For someone who kept their expectations low to avoid disappointment, I knew having her would do something to me, something I could never return from. There was a word for this that even now I couldn’t voice.

“No coming yet, my rainbow.” I pull away and turn the remote off, Sienna's expression surprised and frustrated.

“We are here.” Sienna quickly tries to recover, but her cheeks remain flushed, and her desire is evident even with the mask on.

“Sir,” the chauffeur greets me as I exit the vehicle. I then hold out my hand for Sienna to take.

“So, Lady Chatman. Is she an ex-girlfriend or something?” Sienna asks as we walk the short distance to the large double doors of The Mansion.

“No. Lady Chatman has subs, not boyfriends or girlfriends, and I’m no sub.” Sienna looks confused by my words, which is not surprising.

“Submissives. Lady Chatman is a Dominatrix.” More confusion on Sienna's gorgeous face as I grab the cock shaped door knocker at the center of the large mansion door.

“What’s a dominatrix? Oh, is that a penis?” She sounds amused as she points at the metal dick I have just let go of.

Before I can answer, the door opens, the muffled sound transforminginto full-on noise as Lady Chatman stands in the doorway.

“Mrs. Samson. Is that you?” Sienna's words come as a surprise not only to me but to the woman before us, who steps closer to Sienna.

“My word. Sienna dear, is that you? Oh my gosh. What a treat!” Lady Chatman claps her hands before pulling Sienna into a hug.

“Brad is going to be so happy when he sees you!” the older woman gushes, pulling Sienna into the house excitedly.

“Brad!” Lady Chatman shouts, her hand cupping her mouth so the sound travels further.

Bradley rounds a corner of the room, his eyes lighting up first with surprise and then with delight.

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