Page 56 of Scorching Sienna

Before I can say anything, the door to the changing room opens, followed by one of the fighters stumbling in. Sienna takes a step back and averts her gaze, trying to compose herself in light of the unexpected company we now have.

The guy is leaving a trail of blood in his wake and having difficulty seeing, with one eye swollen shut and the other just a slit.

“Come.” I pull her toward one of the private shower cubicles and gently position her by the wall.

“You can’t stay out there. I don’t trust these assholes. I will shower, then we will have a quick drink with Marcello and head home. I want us to talk. Just not here.”

She nods, her green eyes still glassy with emotion.

I gently grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger, her eyebrows dipping slightly in confusion.

“You already know me better than anyone alive, Sienna. And anyone dead.”

I want to kiss her, but if I do, there will be no stopping me. But not here and not now. She isn’t ready.

Fucking coward. Part of me knows it is me hesitating. Scared of what will come after. Instead, my thumb grazes her lips, and then I release her.

I take off my clothes and toss them on the floor next to Sienna, who is looking anywhere but at me. The blush suffusing her cheeks is still endearing. It spoke of her innocence.

I pull the shower curtain three-quarters of the way, leaving a gap so that I can see my girl. While with me, I didn’t want her out of my sight. What happened in the bathroom days ago wouldn’t happen again.

Ignoring Marcello's advice to take a cold shower, I blast the hotwater, the heat easing my aching muscles. The nights of fighting were taking their toll on me physically. But as that sensation abates, the predominant one is of Sienna's eyes on me.

This was her first time seeing me fully naked. That thought alone makes one muscle unrelax and come alive. I angle my body towards her to get my soap and loofah hanging on the side.

When I chance a look, her cheeks are flushed. A combination of the heat in this small area and shyness, as seen by how she has dropped her gaze to the tiles, the pattern suddenly fascinating to her. But she cannot look away for long.

As I lather my chest, her eyes slowly make their way back up but don’t make it very far when her hand flies up to cover her mouth, stifling a gasp.

I pretend not to hear her, and after a couple of seconds, I palm my cock, allowing my finger to graze the piece of metal at the tip, which is probably the reason for her startled reaction. That and the fact that I am well endowed. It made me a ton of cash as a male entertainer in the old days.

Slowly at first, I stroke my dick, egged on by the changes in her breathing. She is panting now.

Pre-cum oozes from the tip, which I capture with my thumb, rubbing it over the head of my cock.

Daddy Damon. Sienna's words from earlier make me even harder as I think about the possessive way she behaved. I fucking loved it.

I speed up slightly, thinking of Sienna's sweet pussy and how it tastes. How nicely my tongue slides between her folds before delving into that tight, warm cavity. That thought rips a groan from me, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Sienna shifting uncomfortably but unable to look away. Her hands are rubbing the sides of her thighs, and her eyes are hooded.

The orgasm is building. I can feel it in the way my balls tighten and tingle, ready for release.

“Do you see how hard you make me, rainbow?” She is shocked when I speak, her green eyes flying up while her cheeks turn even redder.

“Do you like what you see?” She hesitates only momentarily before slowly nodding.

“No one, Sienna, has ever made my cock its bitch the way you have. It answers only to you.”

“Not even Georgia?” So my light was a little jealous. I smile, knowing how fucking unnecessary that feeling for her to have really is.

To confirm that, I start stroking faster, Sienna's eyes back on the show below.

“Only you, rainbow. There is no one else.”

She licks her lips, the unconscious action adding to the eroticism of what is happening. Pushing me closer to release.

“Tell me to come, Sienna. Command it.”

Her eyes lock with mine as I continue stroking, my cock waiting for its master.

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