Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Pandora’s Box Private playroom, Rawhide Ranch Dungeon
Crone
The door to the private room swung open with a soft whoosh as Crone shouldered his way inside with Sienna cradled against his chest. She was still trembling, her breath warm against his neck, and her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt like she was afraid he’d drop her.
As if I’d ever let her fall.
The playroom was exactly as he remembered—Pandora’s Box, a name that had always amused him. Because once you opened it, there was no going back.
Dark green walls swallowed the dim, golden light from the sconces, casting long shadows over the thick copper-and-velvet furnishings.
A king-sized bed dominated the space, its dark wood frame carved with intricate knots.
The sheets were already turned down in invitation.
Against one wall stood an oak armoire, its double doors slightly ajar, revealing glimpses of implements hanging from hooks—floggers, paddles, a riding crop with a worn leather handle.
The bottom drawers, he knew, held restraints, plugs, vibrators, and lube.
Everything a Dom might need to ruin a woman properly.
Sienna made a soft, needy sound against his throat. Her hips shifted restlessly. He tightened his grip on her with his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
“Easy, kitten,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We’re not in a rush.”
She huffed with her breath hot against his skin. “Speak for yourself. I’m dying here.”
Her sass drew a delighted rumble from Crone's chest as he carried her to the bed.
The grip of her thighs around his waist sent heat racing through his veins.
The thick carpet muffled his steps as the plush give of it beneath his boots was seduction in another form.
The way she writhed against him with her pussy still swollen and slick from the whipping left a wet patch on his shirt.
He laid her down gently, but his hands were rough as they spread her thighs, baring her to him. Her pussy was a mess—reddened but glistening, and her clit swollen and dark from the flogger’s attention. He traced a finger along her inner thigh watching her shudder in its wake.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Still so wet for me. Even after I turned you inside out.”
She whimpered, her hips lifting. “Master Crone—”
“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to her lips, then dragged it down, over her chin, her throat, and between her breasts. He caught the corset on either side and with one twist, tore it from her body. “I know what you need.”
He reached for the lube first, slicking his fingers before pressing one against her tight back entrance. She tensed, then forced herself to relax. Her breath hitched as he worked her open, one finger, then two, scissoring gently.
“That’s it,” he praised, watching the way her body yielded to him, and the way her asshole fluttered around his fingers. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.”
She made a broken sound, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “More.”
Crone smirked. “Greedy little thing.” He added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her, watching her mouth open as she panted and struggled to breathe. His free hand brushed over her nipples, gently squeezing, pinching.
“Fuck… Crone—”
“Not yet.” He withdrew his fingers from her, her slick heat clinging to him in a final grasping pull that sent a bolt of lust straight through his cock.
The obscene sound of her body releasing him filled the quiet room and drew a shiver through her beneath him.
Holding her gaze, he reached back and dragged his shirt over his head in one smooth motion.
Sienna’s breath hitched, and the sound of it coiled low in his belly.
Her eyes moved over him slowly, drinking him in with a hunger that burned hotter than any touch, every scar and hard plane of him belonging to her in that moment of her looking.
The weight of her gaze was a caress along his skin, lighting nerve endings to fresh and trembling life.
That’s it, love. Look your fill. Feed your hunger.
He undid his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a whisper that drew her thighs together and pulled her breath shallow.
Each small sign of her need struck him like a fist to the chest and hardened his resolve to undo her slowly.
He tossed the belt aside, popped the button of his fly, and dragged the zip down tooth by tooth, each click feeding the quickening rhythm of her breath.
Her lips parted as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed denim and briefs down over his hips. The cool air found his cock a heartbeat before the heat of her stare landed there, and a fresh bead of arousal welled at the flushed head of him under the burn of her desire.
“Oh, my,” she whimpered as her gaze locked onto his erection. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Crone wrapped his fingers around his shaft, giving himself one slow, leisurely stroke. “Like what you see, kitten?”
She swallowed hard and crooned in a husky voice, “Yes, Master Crone. I’ll never grow tired of this view.”
He smirked, stepping closer to the bed. The mattress dipped as he knelt between her thighs, deliberately leaving a slick trail of precum against her skin as he dragged his cock over her. Covering his length with more lube, he kept the movements slow, deliberately teasing.
Sienna whined, her hips lifting in silent pleas.
“Patience,” he murmured. He positioned himself between her thighs and with his hands hard on her hips, he tilted her up. “Ready?” he asked, his voice rough.
She nodded and her lips parted as he positioned himself at her entrance. “I want to watch your face as I take every inch of you.”
“Ohh,” she whimpered as he immediately pressed forward, gently breaching the tight ring of muscle with just the head of his cock. Her breath staggered and her body tensed, but he didn’t rush. He watched the way her ass stretched around him, more and more as he sank deeper, inch by slow inch.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Look at you. Taking me so deep.”
She whimpered, one hand clawing at his wrists. “Master Crone—move—”
He did. Slowly at first, pulling out just enough to make her whine before thrusting back in, deeper this time. Her body opened for him, her ass clenching around his cock, tensing and releasing with every stroke. The pleasure on her face rocked him to the core.
“That’s it.” He snapped his hips forward. “Take it. Take all of me.”
“Yes!” Her body thrilled under his command. “Harder—”
Crone obliged, his thrusts growing sharper, more demanding.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, creating a background symphony to her breathless moans.
He reached between them, brushing her clit, circling it gently—carefully, so carefully—knowing she was still tender from the whipping.
“Master Crone… holy shit—” She trembled, her thighs shaking with her body strung tight as a bowstring.
“Not yet.” His voice turned into a dark promise. “I’m not done with you.”
He pulled out of her ass, leaving her gasping, and taking the time to roll on a condom to protect her against infection, he flipped her onto her stomach. She barely had time to process before he was back inside her, his cock sinking into her pussy this time with his fingers still working her clit.
“Fuck—” She sobbed, her hips lifting to meet him. “Crone, please—”
“Please what?” He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “You want to come?”
“Yes—”
“Then beg.”
She whimpered, her body trembling. “Please, Master—please, I need to come—”
Crone groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock pistoning in and out of her. “That’s it,” he growled. “Beg for it. Beg for me to ruin you.”
“Fuck me, Master Crone. Fuck me hard. Make me come. Please, I need to come!” Her voice cracked with her body shaking and her pussy clenching around him as he fucked her from behind, his fingers continuing to plunder her clit while his other hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.
“Master Crone! Crone, I can’t—”
“You can,” he snarled. “And you will.”
He pulled out of her pussy, leaving her empty and whimpering, and pressed back into her ass, his cock stretching her open all over again.
“Gaaawd… fuck!” she hollered as her frame shuddered violently against him.
“That’s it.” His voice darkened with satisfaction. “Now you’re taking all of me. Every fucking inch of me.”
He fucked her like that—slow, deep strokes into her ass, his fingers still working her clit while his other hand caught her hair, pulling just enough to draw a loud gulp from her.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his hips snapping forward. “Say it.”
“I’m yours—” she sobbed, her body trembling. “Yours, my Master—”
“Good girl.” He pulled out of her ass, flipped her onto her back, and replacing the condom, he sank into her pussy again, his cock gliding through her slick heat. She wrapped her legs around his waist and with her heels digging into his ass, she urged him deeper.
“Master Crone—fuck—” He knew she was close in the way her pussy clenched and swelled around him.
“Come for me.” Growling out the primal order, he pounded into her. “Come on my cock, kitten.”
“Aahh… holy shit!” She climaxed with a broken whimper bouncing off the walls. Her body lifted in offering as she raked her nails down his back. Crone groaned, his hips stuttering, his own release crashing over him as his cock pulsed deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, drawing ragged breaths. Sienna wrapped her arms around him, holding him so tight he could hardly breathe.
“Master Crone…” Her voice was almost reverent…
quiet but filled with wonder. “I never knew it could be like this… this wonderful, even while you destroyed me.” Crone suppressed the anger that surfaced unasked, knowing that her experience with anal sex only held painful memories.
Stan Hunter had to pay… and soon, he would.
Not willing to let her notice his thoughts, he forced a chuckle from his lips as he pressed a kiss onto her shoulder. “And yet, we’re not done,” he murmured, “because you’ll soon be begging for more.”
She laughed breathlessly. “God help me, I know I will.”