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His mouth twitches at the sides at the same time his dick does against my overly sensitive area below.

“Pants and panties down. Now. It is time for your punishment.” He pushes back, pulling me with him. He stands his ground, waiting for me to obey. And obey is precisely what I do, even though I have no idea what I am being punished for. I unbutton my black work pants and then hook my finger into the waistband, pulling my panties down at the same time. They pool at my ankles, but I don’t have time to remove them as Damon turns me around.

His large hand splays across my back, forcing me forward. The hood is still warm as my cheek touches the surface. I am once again bared to Damon, and when thoughts of The Reaping come crashing into my mind, I try to push them aside. This devil is not that devil, I remind myself, taking large, calming breaths.

“You can stop me at any time, Sienna. Your safe word, say it.”

“Rainbow,” I repeat, shivering as his hand soothes along my back and then over the curve of my rear. Then I feel something else. Thin ropes. Or tassels. He holds it where I can see.

It is a short-handled black whip. Where the hell has he been hiding that?

I don’t get to ponder on that thought as I hear a whooshing sound, and then pain erupts as the thin pieces of leather lash my rear. Pain and a burst of pleasure. I try to stifle my scream, bringing my hand up to cover my mouth.

“No, rainbow.” He pulls my hand down, positioning it back on the side of my body.

“I want you to scream. No one is out here but you, me, and the stars. Let it out. Every little bit of pain.” He smooths his hand over my stinging rear, and then I hear the sound of the whip again.

“And every bit of pleasure.” This time, I scream. The pain and pleasure combination is even more intense than in room one, and my legs shake as my whole body feels the effect. I can feel my essence running down my thigh, and this is only the second lashing.

Damon continues, as does his encouragement to let myself go. To let it out. Embarrassment fades, and I scream. I scream for the pleasure. I scream for the pain. Not only at this moment but also for The Reaping. For losing James. For feeling lost. I scream until I feel like I have nothing more to scream for, and when that moment comes, Damon is spinning me around and pushing me up the bonnet before diving in. Turning my screams to moans and then screams again as I gush onto his greedy tongue, the orgasm so powerful that I convulse for what feels like a lifetime afterward.

A rainbow in the stars.

Chapter 19

Shadow

“Is it still stinging?” Even in the darkness of the limo, I can see the blush on her cheeks as she tears her gaze away from the scenery passing us by.

“Just a little. The aloe gel you gave me has helped. Thank you.” Her eyes meet with mine only briefly, and the smile that touches her lips is small, not meeting her eyes.

She is upset with me. And herself.

After our surprise BDSM session on the hood of my car earlier, the drive home had been tense. And while whipping that delicious derriere had partly released my anxiety and fury when I found out she had left with a stranger in a cab, I was still on edge. I told her what an irresponsible move it was on her part, especially with her stalker on the loose. She countered that she is not a child and can do what she wants. That used to be true, but it wasn’t now.

Until her stalker was captured, Sienna couldn’t do as she pleased. I made this very clear to her. And while she was angry at this, I could also tell she was afraid. The two feelings look remarkably like eachother. Until I had explicitly stated the danger she had put herself in, she had not thought about it that way, and definitely not when she was defiantly heading off in a cab without protection.

There was also something else bothering her. Unspoken thoughts around my public display atSin.It couldn’t be helped.

While Jordan and I negotiated with Wesfy Incorporated’s owner, a formidable man named Travis Jones, for access to his black-market customer list, Sienna’s movements had been hard to ignore. Travis, a man I was fast coming to like, which was unusual for me, had gauged from my expression the first time when noticing Sienna that she was off limits and taking that hint, had not paid her even an ounce of attention—a man I could tolerate.

While he would not give us access to his client database, we reached a compromise in that he would assist us with our investigation. I appreciated a man who stood by his ethics, especially against me. He would not break the confidentiality clause he had with his clients, but without me saying it, he understood there would be repercussions if I didn’t get what I wanted. My instincts were rarely wrong, and I felt I could trust him. Unlike the rest of the men in the room at the time.

Especially Luciano. His blatant attempt to sweep in on territory I had explicitly told him was off-limits on two previous occasions was the last straw. My business ended with Travis at the same time Luciano’s hand dipped into his pocket. As I approached, I could hear his clear demand for Sienna to accompany him as his date to tonight's party. I could also feel Sienna's pure and undiluted anxiety at being put on the spot like that.

She knew he was a powerful man, and he took advantage of that. Tonight's party would elevate him further as we celebrated his move from vice president to president of Galeio Oil Rigging now that his father had stepped down, making him even more influential andarrogant. But then, so was I. We just swam in different ponds.

What happened after that was history, and now everyone knew where Sienna and I stood. Together.

This is also what tonight’s little tiff was about, even though she had not voiced it.

Love. Her frustration at not knowing me in a way that society has told her she should to justify the feeling. She still did not see how everything I do, every breath I take, is for her. Ultimately, she doubted how I felt for her and was terrified about her feelings for me. The fact that I publicly declared her as mine bewildered her because she couldn’t see the truth in the confusion created about how things were supposed to be. How normal relationships progress. How normal feelings are expressed. She was trying to paint what was happening between us with ‘normal expectations’ when it was different. What we had was unique.

I hoped she would just accept it for what it was, but instead, she fled.

If it wasn’t for the tracking device on her phone and the piece of jewelry I gave her hanging from her wrist, I would not have known better. I assumed she would do as told and wait for me in my office. But when the notification pinged through that she was outside of the fifty feet mark I had set, all fucking hell broke loose. Jordan and Kai had been called, along with Bob, everyone ready for a situation if one arose. Luckily, one didn’t. Except for the rising of my cock in my pants suit as I watched the whip slash red marks against my girl's perfect satin ass.

But my Sienna is feisty and does not follow the script I set, something I realize I love about her but which, in this instance, put her in danger. If anything happens to her…

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