5. Sienna
5
SIENNA
T his was crazy.
This was absolutely crazy.
First, Jules had basically abandoned me to watch some guy getting whipped or whatever was happening. I was too nervous to keep watching.
Obviously, the nerves had worn off. Now, I was allowing myself to be led to a small, dark room away from the main floor by a stranger, no less, one who hadn’t said a word. All it had taken was his hand outstretched in my direction, and I was basically his.
It hadn’t occurred to me to say no.
I can still say no.
Sure, that was an option, and all things considered, it was probably the best course of action.
I didn’t have to do this.
I didn’t have to do anything.
But I wanted to.
That was the most surprising part of all—how much I wanted this. It was the mystery of it all. Who was he? What brought him to the party? And why, out of so many beautiful women he could have chosen, did he choose me?
I wasn’t stupid. I knew I looked good in a YSL dress that was too short and tight to wear in public. It showed off my body, which I worked at keeping in shape, and my strappy Versace stilettos made my legs look incredible. But I didn’t walk around with the kind of confidence I’d seen from so many people ever since we walked through the door and handed over our phones.
These weren’t first-timers. I must’ve stuck out like a sore thumb, feeling awkward and out of place. Maybe that was why he wanted me. Because I seemed na?ve. Some men got off on that, just like some got off on people watching them getting their asses whipped.
All I knew was that by the time we stepped inside that windowless room, there was something indescribable about him and about the way his touch made me feel. I slowly stepped into the center of the room, eyeing the toys hanging along one wall—paddles, floggers, whips. Underneath it was a table full of toys that made my stomach flutter and my core heat.
I wasn’t a stranger to sex toys and had a few in my bedside table, but I didn’t recognize half of what I saw.
Suddenly, everything was very real, and my heart caught in my throat before I turned to find the stranger closing the door. He was so tall, broad-shouldered, with thick arms and hands that could crush me. It would be the two of us. Alone. And there was no way I could fight him off if things went south. “I’m—” I croaked.
He held a finger to his lips, shaking his head. So that was how he wanted to play it.
It wasn’t how I wanted it. “But—” I insisted, folding my arms over my trembling body .
For a man of his size, he moved fast. Not that the room was very big, but it still took my breath away at how suddenly he was in front of me with his huge hand holding the back of my neck. I gasped, caught between surprise and alarm, before he touched the index finger of his free hand to my lips. “Shh…” he whispered, dragging out the sound and cutting off any objection ready to leave my lips.
There was something strangely erotic about it, something in his commanding presence that melted my worries. My heart beat wildly, and I had to remind myself to breathe as the stranger traced my lips, then slid over my chin and down my throat. I shuddered involuntarily as tiny sparks of sensation sizzled their way through me, becoming more intense the lower his finger dipped.
A deep growl stirred in his throat before he released a shaky breath, his gaze lowering until he was staring at my heaving chest. Another growl rumbled as he reached for my hand, closing his fingers around my wrist before pressing my palm to his enormous bulge. I sucked in a quick gasp at the size of it, not to mention how forward and commanding he was. He didn’t have to say a word for me to understand his meaning, although his gaze held mine for what? Consent?
Now was the time to leave.
Fuck no.
I nodded and could hardly believe what I was doing, but it was like I wasn’t in charge of my actions anymore. Something bigger than me had taken over, and that force made me rub him in slow, deliberate circles. His dark eyes—all I could see of the top half of his face thanks to a black leather mask—closed for a second while he growled again. It was a powerful sound, enough to make the fine hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end .
I was hanging in midair, caught between apprehension and the indescribable thrill of being caught up at that moment with him.
His finely sculpted lips parted so he could let out a throaty whisper. “Down.” The hand on the back of my neck tightened before he applied downward pressure that forced me to my knees in front of him. His dick was at eye-level now, jutting straight out from his slacks. Hunger roared in me, making me lick my lips before I lifted my gaze to find him staring down at me. He could’ve done anything he wanted at that moment, the two of us alone in that room.
The uncertainty only heightened the anticipation that already had me hot and wet.
“Take it out,” he rasped over the slow beat of music. The command stole my breath, my fingers trembling as I worked his belt. Somehow, there was relief in being told what to do. I didn’t have to think. I only had to obey, and I did, wasting no time opening his slacks and letting them fall around his ankles. That left a pair of tight boxer briefs expertly outlining his enormous package. I slid my hands up his thick, bulging thighs, savoring his soft groan of approval before sliding my fingers beneath the waistband and lowering his shorts.
I was doing this.
I was allowing a stranger to feed me his cock, guiding the head to my lips. The bead of precum on his tip was visible even in the dim light, a slightly salty tang exploding on my tongue when I greedily licked it up.
He sighed and stroked the cheap wig I had bought for tonight. “Good girl,” he whispered, and my body went warm all over, thanks to his praise.
Who knew I had a thing for that? I was already learning so much about myself tonight .
The heat in my body and the pleasure his praise stirred up made me bolder. I extended my tongue again, this time swirling it around the thick ridge until he took me by the back of my head and forced me down, pushing his cock into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. So big and thick. I released a whimper and gagged before he loosened his grip so I could come up for air. I was barely able to take more than half of him, and I had to use my hand to make up for the difference.
Here I was, on my knees, letting this man use me. It was wrong, but there was something freeing about it at the same time—I could let go and follow my body’s desires. No complications. No promises. Nothing but letting things happen and allowing him to take control.
The sounds of his rapid breathing were a symphony, making me move faster, bobbing my head while he slid in and out of my mouth. The sound and the feel of him made my juices flow until they coated my bare lips, dampening my lace panties.
I couldn’t help but moan around him, excited and frustrated all at once. I needed relief from the almost painful throbbing of my clit, and it only got worse when he groaned helplessly.
Even on my knees, I had power over this towering man.
This sort of power was new.
Hot.
Something I wanted more of.
His hand tightened around the back of my head to hold me in place before his hips began jerking faster so he could fuck my face. There was nothing for me to do but brace myself against his thick thighs and struggle to breathe. “Take it,” he whispered between thrusts, and I did. I was proud of myself for doing it and not breaking. No, in fact, by the time he pulled out so I could gasp for air, I was practically glowing with pride and burning with need. Dying for relief.
His glistening dick swayed in my face before he pulled me to my feet without warning and ran his hands down my sides and over my ass. His throaty rasp rang in my ears. “Good girl.”
I whimpered softly in response while my body sang under his caress. God, it was electric, every touch making me want more. By the time he turned me in place and nudged me up against the toy table, I was weak and willing to do anything he wanted.
With one leg, he parted mine, spreading my thighs and bending me over until I propped myself up on my forearms. What was he going to do? The anticipation was damn close to killing me as one moment followed another, with only his ragged breathing piercing the silence.
I released a long sigh when his hands touched my ankles, arching my back and spreading my legs wider as he began making his way up my stocking-covered calves. Fuck, so good. My throaty moan was cut off when he clamped a hand over my mouth before continuing. It was so sinful and dirty, but there wasn’t a single part of me that wanted to stop.
I would die if he stopped.
His breath hitched when his fingers brushed over the scrap of lace covering my throbbing mound. My knees threatened to buckle, but I held myself up, forcing myself to endure what was starting to feel like torture. It was almost too much to take, the sensations assaulting me from all directions. The smell of his cologne, the heat from his skin, the way his fingers danced over my aching flesh until my nerves sizzled, and I was ready to beg for relief. Nothing in the world mattered as much as ending this torment.
With a sudden, sharp jerk, he tore my panties away. I barely registered the sound of tearing stitches before the balled-up fabric was forced into my mouth as his thick digits plunged inside me. Shock melted into blistering pleasure, the friction from his fingers pressed against my G-spot, taking what was already bubbling inside me and turning it into boiling, blistering, primal lust. Rather than spit the panties out, I let them muffle my moans, pushing back against his strokes, frantic to come.
I was close, out of my mind between his pumping fingers and grunts close to my ear. “You like that?” he whispered, running his tongue along the seashell curve of my ear while I moaned my approval.
I could taste myself on the lace, and that realization—the dirtiness of it, how filthy it was—took me over the edge.
His satisfied groans filled my ears as one spasm after another rolled through me. It went on and on, and so did he, still pumping in and out of my quivering hole, this time adding a thumb against my clit. “Yes,” he rasped in my ear when I jerked in response. His whispers were the only thing tethering me to consciousness. “Let it go. Come for me.”
I was coming again. I might not ever have stopped. By the time he withdrew his fingers and patted my ass, I was limp across the table, shaking and weakly whimpering. “Good girl,” he whispered.
My head was still spinning by the time his legs touched mine. A second later, I heard a packet tear. A condom. I could barely move, dizzy, almost afraid of how hard I came like I didn’t know my own body. I didn’t know I was capable of that.
But even though I was damn near destroyed and still coming down from my high, I nodded at the pressure against my pussy when he ran his head through my sensitive folds. Even though my throat was raw, I moaned my approval.
I still wanted more.
I wanted all of him.
I wanted everything he had to give.
And he gave it to me, not bothering to be gentle or cautious now that he’d stretched me with his fingers. They were nothing compared to his wide head and the way it stretched me when he pushed deep enough and hard enough to rock me against the table, knocking a few of the toys to the floor.
He settled in, his thighs against my ass with my dress worked up around my hips. I barely had the chance to adjust to him before he pulled back and filled me again. I could only moan to tell him how much I loved it, and he rewarded me with a sharp slap against my ass.
I gasped, jerking, but the sublime warmth left me wanting more. He scraped his fingers against my throbbing flesh before delivering a blow against my other cheek.
It was too much. I couldn’t take any more. My senses were overloaded, the tension in my core unbearable. Before I knew it, I was coming, reaching the crest of the wave and tumbling over the top. The force pulled me down, submerging me in darkness into perfect bliss. I couldn’t hear anything but my heart beating in my ears, but somewhere in the middle of all of it, I sensed him driving himself into me one last time and letting go.
All it took was him pulling back and stepping away for me to sink to the floor before large hands caught me and readied me upright. I gripped the wall, too weak to hold myself up anymore, still trembling, fighting to catch my breath. I’d never come that hard, not even close. Until now, I hadn’t known my body was capable of it.
Spitting out the panties, I pulled in a deep breath before chuckling a little at myself. Now that it was over, I was coming back to my senses. The spell was broken, but that was okay. I was grateful. A little embarrassed, maybe, but grateful.
“That was… unexpected.” I looked up, still chuckling, but the sound died when I realized I was alone. He had left without a word, not even a sound. If it wasn’t for the throbbing in my core, I might have wondered if he was real or if I’d made the whole thing up.
It was probably for the best, no matter how my heart sank. I didn’t know what to say or what the protocol was. I probably would have ended up ruining things by saying something awkward.
Though I did sort of wish there was a way for us to see each other again. Because I was pretty sure he had ruined me for all other men.