Chapter 7
Shadow
The door clicks shut behind us, and I place Sienna on her feet, her face red with embarrassment and excitement.
I swear to god, this woman will be the fucking end of me. My cock is hard as granite and about to ruin the zipper of my favorite suit.
Physically, it shouldn’t be able to get any fucking harder, but when those words came out of her mouth, my dick responded to its owner, swelling further.
Yes, sir, Daddy Damon.
It was the most uncomfortable erection I have had in my life, which is saying a lot. Since meeting my rainbow, my dick is in a constant state of readiness. I knew if something didn’t give, I would end up doing something stupid.
Case in point.
Here we were in room number one, the more reserved of the seven, but no doubt still shocking for her. The array of toys on the wall and the bench to her side are not a regular feature in most people's lives, cloistered by the mundane.
Sienna looks wide-eyed at me and then at her surrounding while I try and clamp down the desire to push her up against the wall and fuck her until she cannot even remember her existence before me. To destroy her and then piece her back together around me.
Inseparable.
Where every breath she takes is my breath, and every beat of her heart is mine. Is for me.
Until I am all that consumes her. So she can feel what it feels like. So she can live my sweet torture.
I was used to being the master in this scenario, but instead, I found myself the fucking slave to innocent green eyes and fiery red hair.
While this wasn’t how I saw her first introduction to the word of uninhibited sexual pleasure going, the moment those words left her mouth, it was game over.
Yes, sir, Daddy Damon.
I knew that psychologically, having her pass these doors every day had been preparing her for this moment.
She never asked me about them, but the way her gaze lingered told me everything I needed to know—especially when paired with what I discovered last week during one of my late-night stalking sessions.
I wasn't even surprised when I found her copy of the Kama Sutra. The green and red post-its, flagging her favorite positions, left me pleasantly smug.
There was a little darkness in my little light. A curiosity that had her questioning me when I told her to take her two ponytails out. Almost begging me to do it myself while I shoved my cock down her throat.
I could see the desire in her eyes then and every day since. It made our car rides tense and uncomfortable. Yet I continued forcing us into that situation. Unable to stop. I wanted to take this slower, wean her into the darkness. But she had pushed me beyond my limit today.
I had snapped and caused a scene. One, I would have to mop up later.
“Damon?” Five letters. Five letters that slip off her tongue and pull on my leash, reminding me who I belong to. A name that never suited me until she spoke it.
Her voice is soft and unsure but still carrying that sultry undertone that had all the men in the VIP section hanging on her every word. It drove me fucking insane.
“Take your pants off. Now.” She shivers at my words, a gasp leaving her mouth before she clamps it shut.
She wants this. She has been waiting for this.
She gingerly reaches for the button of her pants, her eyes locked with mine. That’s my girl. I’m so fucking proud of her. Eventually, she would ask me for what she wanted.
“Your safe word is rainbow. Say it.” She zips her pants down and lets them drop to the floor, the safe word I have chosen perfect for her.
“Rainbow,” she repeats quietly, lifting her black-heeled feet out of the pants and stepping forward. The black work top just covers her panties—red ones. Like the color her ass will soon be.
My eyes trail up her legs, devouring the exposed flesh.
She is squirming and clenching her thighs, trying to douse the ache.
“Turn around.” She obeys and waits while I walk over to the wall and pick out my bondage choice for today. Handcuffs.
“Do you trust me in this moment, Sienna?” I shouldn’t expect her to trust me at all. But at least here and now, I wanted her to trust me. Trust that I would keep her safe.
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation. Loud and clear.
“Hands behind your back.” Her hands shake slightly as she puts them behind her back, and goosebumps appear all over her skin when the metal touches her wrists.
I have dreamt of this. Of having her in this way. Nothing compares to reality. It's like taking a hit of heroin. I’m high on her. Fucking addicted. Craving more even before it's over.
The smell of her arousal wraps around me like a fucking womb. I want to stay here forever.
Her breathing is fast, her breasts moving up and down as adrenaline courses through her.
“Stand in front of the bench. In the middle.” She takes the couple of steps and stands where directed, her body trembling with anticipation, even though she has no idea what will happen.
I stand behind her and lean against her back, my chest pressing her forward so she bends at a ninety-degree angle.
“What did you call me earlier?” Her left cheek rests on the bench, her ponytail sprawled on the black leather.
Red and black. My favorite combination. My lips graze her ear, and she whimpers, the sound so fucking perfect I want to have it as my ringtone, my fucking alarm, hell, even the reverse indicator on my car.
“Um. Sir?” Her voice is breathy, and her lids are heavy, lust coursing through her and making her feel like she is high.
“Not that,” I say, licking her earlobe and causing her to buck against me.
“Daddy Damon,” she moans as I grind my cock against her ass. I want her to feel how fucking stiff she makes me. How powerful she is.
“Remember your safe word, Sienna. If it gets too much, I’ll stop.”
I step back, looking at the beautiful view scorched into my memory forever.
She trembles when my hand meets the skin on the back of her thigh. I knew it would be smooth but fuck me, her skin is silk.
My hand follows the curve of her ass, confirming that she was sculpted to fit my palm perfectly. Nothing had ever felt more right in my hand. A glove wouldn’t even compare to how flawless the connection was.
Her panties are soaked, and I brush my hand over the area, letting my thumb graze her labia. She jerks in response.
“Damon, please.” Her moan is so desperate that I chuckle, standing to the side and rubbing her ass once again. The unblemished skin has goosebumps, and her pussy weeps for me to give it the release it desires.
The first slap of her fleshy mounds has her gasping, the mixture of pain and pleasure confusing her. I can tell by the way her brows dip. She has never done this before. The emotions are new for her, and I am privileged enough to see them play out on her gorgeous face.
She is wondering why this turns her on—wondering if there is something wrong with her.
I rub the slightly red flesh before slapping her ass again, a little harder than the one before. She sucks in a deep breath and turns her head to the other side, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
By the fifth slap, her ass is red, and her panties have soaked through, her pleasure running down her leg. Her moans fill the room, the sound so erotic and needy that it’s a fucking miracle I haven’t shot my load already.
“Please, Damon, I need-I need…” she mutters, her eyes still closed tightly.
I lean over her again, grinding my cock against her raw ass and making her whimper.
“What do you need, little rainbow?” I whisper in her ear, biting her earlobe while my hand circles her throat, slightly squeezing.
“I need to come, please.” Begging. My little light is begging me for release. What my girl wants, she gets.
While still leaning over her, I rip her panties to the side and shove two fingers into her tight, sopping-wet cunt, the orgasm ripping through her instantly. Tearing her apart.
Her muscles milk my fingers, and her body trembles, my name dying on her lips as she shudders through the aftermath of her orgasm. Shattering while I pick up the pieces and put her back together around me.
I remove my fingers slowly and put them in my mouth. The taste. This is what I should be drinking every day. The Yamazaki 55, one of the rarest whiskey bottles in the world, pales compared to tasting my Sienna.
It’s moreish and intoxicating, sitting on my tongue like ice and melting far too quickly. The slow fade of its flavor pisses me off, and I swipe the same fingers through her slit, popping them back into my mouth to prolong the taste.
It would be easy to lap her clean, but Sienna is spent. Her breathing is slowly returning to normal.
I gently remove the cuffs, holding her hands in place, and throw them to the side. She moans when I massage her wrists, the cuffs leaving little red marks that will fade by tomorrow.
“Stay,” I order, moving to a shelf near the door to retrieve the bottle of aloe vera gel.
The liquid cools to room temperature in my hand before I gently apply it to her deliciously red ass. It would be fine by tomorrow. This was meek compared to what it could be.
But Sienna didn’t know what she liked, so I had to start slowly.
I roll her over and pick her up, cradling her in my arms. She stifles a yawn and then smiles, her face flush and beautiful.
Working as a team to open doors, we exit the room, and I carry her to my office bathroom .
“Can you stand?” She nods in confirmation, and I place her beside the basin.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I wet a cloth with warm water.
“Cleaning you up.” She is surprised at my words and even more surprised when I hunch down, placing her leg on my knee.
If I just leaned forward, I could nuzzle heaven.
Instead, I run the cloth up her thigh, wiping her down. I repeat the process on the other side. Though, by the time I am finished, Sienna looks at me like she wants me to take her back to room one.
“Come. Home time for you,” she squeals when I lift her again, careful not to brush her sensitive rear.
“I can walk.” She smiles shyly, her hands resting in her lap while I carry her out of my office and down the corridor.
While I look at where we are going, she looks at me.
This must be what the Earth feels like when a comet breaches its atmosphere, peppering the sky with a meteor shower. It’s like I can physically feel her eyes touch my skin.
While the ride home is short, it is enough time for Sienna to fall asleep. She barely wakes when I lift her from the car or when I put her in bed.
While I would love to stay, even climb in bed with her, I had work I needed to do.
I leave out the back door, pulling the knife I had grabbed from the cubby earlier when we stopped.
The man standing in a bush in front of Sienna's house doesn’t even know what hit him. I stifle his scream as the knife penetrates his chest. Non-fatal. I needed him alive. Needed to know who sent such an amateur.
They were often the most dangerous. Their incompetence caused them to shoot without thinking or kill the wrong person, like my rainbow.
He should have kept a better distance. Been more inconspicuous.
I saw him as soon as I left the club. While I didn’t want to lead him to Sienna's house, whoever sent him probably already knew where she stayed. Knew what she was to me.
I drag him to my truck and throw him in the back, scowling at the blood staining the seat. Another fucking car ruined. I should invest in plastic seat covers or something.
Scanning the street, I pull out my cell phone and call one of the few people I can trust.
“A call from the devil himself. This is surprising.” Sam and I went way back—to my male stripper days.
“I need you to send one of your best to watch some precious cargo for me.” I get straight to the point. The guy in the back of my car would wake soon, and I needed to get him to the warehouse before he did.
“How precious?” Sam's voice is serious, all humor from before gone.
“I’ll destroy everything everyone holds dear if just a whisper they were involved reaches my ears. No one will be spared. Hell will look like a vacation spot compared to what I will unleash if a hair on her head is touched.”
There is a long silence before Sam says, “I see.”
“Address?” His question is answered with a pin location sent to his cell, my irritation rising as I wait for him to confirm.
“One of my best, Bob, is ten minutes out.”
“Make it five.” I hang up the phone, and exactly five minutes later, a vehicle pulls up across the road from me.
The man who exits is so unremarkable that you would probably not even give him a second look if you saw him in the street. Often the most dangerous.
He gives me one curt nod in acknowledgment before disappearing into the darkness along the side of the house next door, which belongs to the older neighbor.
I trusted Sam to send me the best. With one last look at Sienna's house, I leave. The stench of blood in my car reminded me that tomorrow, her living arrangement would change. If they knew where she lived, she wasn’t safe.
There was only one place she would be safe. By my side.