Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Sienna
I have no business being down here, but I know he will need me. He always does. What he doesn’t realize is I need him too. So, I creep down the stairs at 1:30 a.m. My father is at an auction that has him gone overnight, and Azrael left earlier today to go back to his house. When my feet reach the bottom of the stairs, I take a deep breath at no security around, which means they will be outside playing cards and smoking cheap cigars. Who can blame them? As long as my father’s fortress is secure in his absence, there’s really no need to man their positions.
I head toward the staff quarters and take an immediate left, and the hair on my arms stand on end as I approach Stone’s bedroom. It’s bullshit how he’s forced to live in the basement, demeaning him even further. My father doesn’t think it’s appropriate to have bastard children sleep on the same level as us. They’re beneath him, therefore beneath us. A smile crosses my lips when I consider what he would think of his only daughter preferring to sleep down here rather than upstairs in her lavish bedroom.
My heart seizes when his moans come through the solid wood door, then another small part of me dies inside at knowing my father put his pain and anguish there. My hand trembles as I press down on the door handle and slip inside.
The room is bathed in darkness, apart from the sliver of moonlight filtering through the thin drapes, allowing me to see the silhouette of Stone writhing in agony in his deep sleep, being taunted by the nightmares that plague him.
My feet move as quickly as my racing heart, and I lift the sheet to slip into his bed beside him. The heat from his body and the scent of his cologne wrap around me, causing warmth to spread through me, but when he mumbles, my blood turns to ice. Stilling my breath, I wait to hear more of the torture he endured, taking with it a part of my heart. My beautiful, muscular giant of a man is hurting, and it pains me to witness.
“I swear I don’t remember. Please stop.” The quiver in his voice slices through my soul, stealing my breath so harshly that my lungs seize up with excruciating pain. My eyes mist at knowing what he must have endured growing up, which leads me to believe no god could exist, not in a world so evil.
“I don’t remember. I wish I did…” He doesn’t remember what they want him to. I often wonder if he’s been conditioned not to remember, but then I internally battle with that outcome too.
Is it best he doesn’t remember? Would his memories take him away from me?
It’s incredibly selfish, I know, but from the moment I saw him, he stole my heart, and the truth is, I never want it returned, not when he keeps it so safe on his own.
He rolls onto his side away from me and into a ball, and I move quickly to spoon him. “Stone?” I gently graze his thick bicep, and my pulse quickens at the heat of his bare skin. “Stone? It’s okay. It’s me, Sienna.”
He freezes, and I use the opportunity to glide my hand down his arm, essentially wrapping my arm around him.
Eventually, he exhales. “What the fuck are you doing, Sienna?” he hisses, as I inhale his scent from his neck, and my lips twitch to kiss him there.
An unbelievable need to do just that overcomes me. What would it be like to touch him? Really touch him and him touch me too.
Would he look me in the eye as pleasure takes over him, or would they be forced closed because of the intensity?
Wetness gathers between my legs, and I want to rub myself on him, over him. I want to feel the roughness of his skin and the heat of his touch.
I want him.
Trepidation builds in my veins; can I do this? Can I push him like I’ve never pushed him before? I want to. “I came to see if you were okay,” I whisper.
“You know I’m not fucking okay,” he snarls.
“That’s why I’m here,” I snap, then slam my mouth shut.
He shakes his head against his pillow. “You shouldn’t be.”
My hold on him tightens despite my struggle to embrace him properly because of our size difference.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he repeats, with less conviction this time.
“I want to,” I whisper, and place a kiss on the nape of his neck without thinking, then I smile when he shudders beneath my touch. “We both know you sleep better with me by your side.”
He huffs loudly and my smile grows; I’m winning him over. “You should leave.” I roll my eyes. I’m not going anywhere.
“Mmm, I know.” Slowly, I sit up, and with a confidence I’ve never felt before, I slip the straps of my camisole top down, exposing my breasts, then I slink back into position with my tits flush against this solid back.
“What the…” He gulps, letting me know how affected he is. “Ar-are you naked?” His ragged breaths send a wave of arousal through me, and I’m throbbing with need. My nipples pressed against his back heighten my wanton need for him, a need for him to touch me.
The air surrounding us thickens. A line is drawn.
Will he touch me?
Can he give in to this desire we have for one another?
Can we cross the line we will never come back from?
All I know is, the line disappeared a long time ago for me. But not for Stone. He’s always kept it, with good reason too. Our family would not just kill him, they’d destroy him bit by bit in the most brutal of ways.
Doubt lingers in the forefront of my mind as I push myself harder against him.
Just one touch , I tell myself.
I swallow hard. “Just my top half. I want to feel your bare skin against mine.” My voice comes out silky, high on desire. I wrap my arm over him again, clinging to his forearm with a viselike grip. Every muscle in his body is coiled tight, and I wish he would relax and embrace my touch as I am him.
He shakes his head but doesn’t ask me to cover up. “This is so fucking wrong,” he chokes out.
“But it feels so right, Stone,” I whisper.
“It shouldn’t.”
“It shouldn’t.”
We lie there in silence, my heart beating against his tattered back, and my fingers wrapped around his arm as I hug him close.
“Are you hard?” I whisper.
I wait for what feels like a lifetime for his response, but when it comes, I’m elated. “Yeah.”
My breasts ache, and my core throbs at the thought of me turning him on.
Our family has ridiculed Stone’s lack of sexual promiscuity, and my father once suggested it was due to him being unable to perform, but I know differently. He’s perfectly capable of becoming hard. I’ve witnessed it countless times, even when he thinks I’m unaware.
They think he’s broken, but Stone was meant to withstand the greatest of destruction.
“Does it hurt?” I place another kiss on the base of his neck, and he groans.
“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”
Warmth and hope build inside me as I smile into his back. “Make yourself feel better,” I whisper, so turned on I want nothing more than to mount him and fuck him senseless, but we both know that can never happen. My virginity needs to stay intact.
“Sienna.” His tone is full of warning, and I rejoice in it.
“I want you to. Don’t you see? I need you to, Stone,” I whine. “My nipples are hard; can you feel them?” I lean away, then push myself into his back again, encouraging the tips of my nipples to brush against his skin.
“Fuck,” he grunts, thrusting his hips like he’s unable to control them. “Fuck.”
“Take it out, Stone. Take it out and fuck your hand. I know you want to.” I don’t know what the hell has come over me, but I’m going with this while I can.
“Jesus,” he grits out.
The arm I hold on to jerks, and I imagine him freeing his solid cock from his boxers. Then his hand moves, and his bicep contracts with each jerk. My fingers twitch to touch him, to feel his length in my hand, but I know that will be too far for him. In all honesty, I’m scared to push for more. I’m worried I’ll push him away, so I delight in each movement and grunt of pleasure as his hips move in time with his hand and my breasts bounce at his back.
“I wish I could touch you. I wish I could feel you come undone in my hand too.”
“Fuck. Fuck,” he chants as his movements become wild, and wetness pools in my panties. “I want that, baby; I want that so fucking bad.” The way he calls me baby so easily causes me to whimper.
Is that what he would call me as he fucks me?
“You want to cover me with your cum?”
He thrusts harder. “Fuck yes. I want you to choke on it.” My fingernails dig into his skin, no doubt leaving marks of my arousal.
“Oh god,” I moan at the depiction he leaves in my mind. The thoughts of his warm cum shooting from the tip of his cock and marking me as his, make me want to slip my fingers inside me. An image of me struggling to take him while he forces his cock inside my mouth flashes before me, and when he finally erupts, it spills from my lips, leaving me a dripping mess.
“You want that, huh?” he rasps. “You want to swallow my cum?”
“Please,” I whine.
“Do you think you could take it all? All this big cock in your little pouty mouth, Sienna?”
The sound of his fist pumping his cock fills the air, and I can only imagine he has pleasure dripping from him. My mouth waters at the thought, and my clit aches for relief.
“No,” I breathe out on a ragged breath.
The sheets rustling at the speed of his movements become an erotic sound among his heavy pants, and I crave to help him. My fingernails dig deeper in his flesh, and he groans, the sound animalistic, like I’m torturing him. Really, he’s the one torturing me.
“I’d have to force myself inside you.” Oh, sweet Jesus, I want that. “Then I’d spill my cum all over you, leaving you a fucking mess. Is that what you want, baby?” His body trembles against mine.
“Oh, fuck.” His movements stutter, then he stills. The cords on his neck are wrung taut, and I place a kiss there. He flinches against my touch, then exhales before relaxing into the mattress. “Fuck.”
I can feel him wiping the cum onto his bedsheet, then he rummages with what I can only imagine is him tucking his spent cock away.
“Put your tits away,” he fires over his shoulder without giving me eye contact, and I huff, then sit up and slip my straps back into place.
“Did you make a mess?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Yeah, Sienna. I made a fucking mess. Satisfied?”
“Not exactly,” I shoot back, and wait for his response.
He turns onto his back, then his gaze travels over me, settling on my lips before staring ahead at the bare wall.
“I can’t touch you, Sienna. You know that.” There’s pain behind his eyes, pain I wish more than anything I could take away.
“But you want to?”
His eyes meet mine. “You know I do.”
“Ma-maybe I can just lay on you and move or something.” I cast my eyes down at my hands as vulnerability slices through me.
His head shoots off the pillow, and I meet his eyes as his eyebrows knit together. “Lay on me?”
Please say yes. This ache, this throb inside me, needs satiated, and I only want him to do it.
“Y-yes. On your…” I motion toward his thick thigh.
His Adam’s apple slowly slides down his throat, and he nods as understanding crosses over his face. “You wanna fuck my leg?” He swallows harshly, and I’m thankful for the dim lighting as my cheeks turn beet red. “You want to rub your little pussy on me to get off?”
I nod and bite into my lip.
“Slide your panties off, Sienna. Let me feel your pussy drip for me.”
I move quickly so he doesn’t change his mind, then do as he instructed. He lifts his arm for me to straddle him, and I drape one leg over his huge one while I rest my head on his chest, then his thick hand tangles in my hair.
“Take what you need from me, beautiful girl,” he whispers. “Show me how you’d ride my thick cock.”
Wetness slips between my legs as I slowly rub myself over his thick quad muscle, stroking my aching bud until I whimper.
“Fuck. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you when you make those sounds, Princess.”
The hair on his leg adds friction between my thighs as I rock back and forth, and he holds me firmer against him. “I can feel your wet pussy dripping on me.”
My chest rises as tingles of ecstasy zip up my spine, the throb increasing with the friction.
“Coat my leg in your cum, beautiful.” I move faster, riding his leg. “Fuck, that’s it. I want my leg coated in your pleasure.” Sliding down his thigh, I grind back up again with ease. “Make me nice and wet.” The sound of his heart thudding against my ear lets me know how much he’s enjoying this, and I place a kiss there, loving how his grip on me tightens when my lips meet his pec. My pants grow heavier, and my lips fall open. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s it. Soak my leg in your pussy juice.” Vision blurring, I’m hit with pure, unadulterated rapture. “Fuck. That’s it.” The sound of his voice trails off as I float in the splendor of his warmth. With his arms banded around me and his heart beating against me, I’ve never felt so safe and loved in my entire life. I moan in bliss while my eyes flutter closed.
“Why do I only find solace in your embrace, Sienna?” He places a soft kiss to my head. “I wish I could keep you,” he whispers as I sink into the abyss.