Chapter 11
Shadow
Sienna's mask cannot cover the glow from what we just did. As we leave the room, her hand intertwines with mine, pulling my arm against her. The little possessive action makes me want to take her back to the room and let my cock fill the space that my tongue just had.
But I don’t. Sienna isn’t ready for that yet.
We follow the same path back to the hall, the music from inside telling me that what we are about to walk in on is not the innocent scene we left behind. I look at my watch. It has been less than half an hour since we left. But at Lady Chatman's parties, a lot can happen in that time.
“The toys have arrived,” I say to Sienna, her quizzical look morphing into shock as we walk through the open double doors.
As we enter the hall, we are met with a scene, halting Sienna dead in her tracks.
In the present pose, a row of men and women are lined up on the dance floor. Kneeling, knees slightly apart, hands facing up and resting on each thigh. All are wearing leather and BDSM-style garments.
Some I recognized from Lady Chatman’s previous parties.
Submissives. Here to do the dominatrix’s bidding. And right now, that means being someone else's sub for the evening.
“As it's my birthday, I’ll pick first!” Lady Chatman walks along the line, looking the toys up and down while they stare straight ahead. In her right hand is a leather whip, which she flicks lightly against the palm of her other hand.
Sienna doesn’t say a word as I pull her forward, moving us closer to the dance floor where other partygoers watch the scene, eagerly awaiting their turn.
Some are already pointing out the one they would like.
“Um, should we call the cops?” Sienna looks around nervously as she whispers to me, making me smile. The occurrence becoming more frequent the more I am in her company. Fuck, she is innocent.
“Why?”
She points to the row of subs, her head shaking slightly as if she cannot understand why I am not as upset.
“Do you remember I told you that Lady Chatman is a dominatrix?” Sienna looks at me and then nods.
“These are her submissives. They volunteered to be here. Probably even begged her for an invitation.”
“Begged her to be other people's toys for the evening? What exactly do people do as a sub?” Sienna sounds outraged. This would be shocking to someone experiencing this for the first time.
“You will see.”
I guide Sienna toward a chair facing the scene, then take a seat and pull her onto my lap, her back to me—the perfect view of the entire room .
She watches in fascination as Lady Chatman chooses a muscular, blond-haired man, twenty years her junior, wearing only a red leather thong and a black studded choker.
Two subs break their forward gaze, the jealousy on their faces amusing to me. Lady Chatman was one of the best Doms around. She gave them what they wanted in heaps and spades—or rather, whips and chains.
Shortly after, couples approach the remaining subs, each choosing one of their preference or a runner-up. There is no fighting over the sub.
The servers, all men, are trained bodyguards. Something every guest is aware of. Any sign of trouble and one dip from Lady Chatman’s head removes you from the party. A lifelong ban to any events in the future. Not something these guests want to sacrifice.
Not only did her parties cater to their specific needs, but being invited to an event was a status symbol. It was coveted by those not receiving one and brandished like a badge by those lucky enough to get the stamp of approval.
One such bodyguard approaches us, the tray he is carrying devoid of food or drink. Instead, an array of sex toys is presented to Sienna, her eyes going wide with shock.
I lean forward, my mouth by Sienna's ear.
“Pick something. Anything.” Goosebumps appear down her neck, and she shudders before leaning forward to peer at the objects on the tray.
Without seeing her face, I know she is blushing bright red.
The thing with Sienna was that when embarrassment and curiosity warred with one another, her curiosity always won—something I both admired and loathed.
In the wrong situation, it could land her in trouble.
She gingerly picks up a purple rabbit vibrator, her thumb pulling the ears down before they bounce back.
Next is a butt plug, around three inches long and an inch wide.
She looks at me quizzically before placing it carefully back in its original spot.
After that come some nipple clamps, her thumb and index fingers opening the clips and then closing them.
“Will that be all?” the server asks when she doesn’t touch anything else.
“Excuse me?” she squeaks out, a smile tugging at my mouth. While I had hoped she would pick up the whip and handcuffs, we would have to make do with what she had selected.
“You take what you touch. That’s the rule.” The server laughs when Sienna chokes out a, “What!”
He hands her a small bag, which she reluctantly takes before picking up the items she had handled before, careful not to touch anything else.
I can feel the heat from her embarrassment as she waits for the server to leave before swatting my arm.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she scolds quietly while I smirk.
“You’re fucking adorable when you are embarrassed.” If she was annoyed before, this statement dissipates that feeling, the smile slowly stretching across her face, making those cliché words worth it. The worst thing was, I actually meant them.
A loud slap draws our attention to the left. Sienna stiffens, and instead of watching the scene, I watch her facial expressions. I already knew what was happening.
A blonde-haired woman in her mid-twenties is standing behind one of the female subs, a whip in one hand and a large nine-inch dildo in the other. The sub is sucking the blonde’s boyfriend's cock, his eyes rolling back in his head.
The sub has her legs spread wide, with her hips tilted upward so that her labia are slightly parted, and leather panties discarded near her left leg.
She braces just as the whip lashes her ass and pussy, not pulling back to lessen the impact.
A red mark mars her skin, complimenting one already raised line cutting across both cheeks.
She wants this. Craves the pain. A pain that morphs, blending with pleasure until they are one and the same. Much like a drug addiction.
The sub moans out, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth before the bigger one in the blonde’s hand is shoved into the subs sopping wet cunt.
After a couple of thrusts, the blonde removes the dildo, a string of vaginal juices dripping to the floor.
She brings it to her mouth, her boyfriend’s gaze locked with hers as her tongue languidly runs the length of the object before popping it in to suck it clean.
Then her hand raises, and with a smile, the process is repeated, the sound of the whip echoing around the room.
By the look on his face, he won’t last long.
Sienna is hooked, her face one of awe as she shifts uncomfortably on my lap.
“Is this turning you on, rainbow?” I whisper, pulling her hair aside to give me access to the column of her neck.
She briefly meets my gaze before blushing red and nodding, her eyes once again drinking in the erotic performance meters away.
“Do you remember the feeling?” I graze her ear, goosebumps erupting, which I feel as my finger runs down her arm.
Another nod.
“Use your words. Tell me how it felt.” She shifts again, and I pull her fully back, nuzzling my erection between her ass cheeks.
“Damon,” she moans out quietly, circling her hips.
“Tell me,” I demand, nipping her ear while I run my hands along her thighs .
“It felt good. Naughty…conflicted.” Someone somewhere told her that delving into her sexuality and exploring what she liked was bad. Was it James? Her parents? Society?
“If it felt so good, then why is it bad?” When I find the edge of her dress, I push it up, my hands running along her stockings.
Slowly, I part her legs, lifting them over my thighs so that she is spread open.
“I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t like that kind of stuff?” She is breathless as she answers my question with another one.
I run my hands over her outer thighs, pulling on her suspenders so that they snap against her legs.
“Whose life are you living?” She turns her head to look at me as I pull the thin fabric of her panties to the side and circle her clit with my thumb.
She hesitates before she grinds against my finger. “Mine. I’m living my life.”
“Then live it. The way you like it. You only have one.” I contradict that number by dipping two fingers into her already-drenched pussy while she holds my gaze.
With my other hand, I cup her jaw and move her head so that she looks at the blonde, who is now looking at us. Their eyes meet as I dip a third finger into Sienna, the blonde woman's gaze dropping to Sienna's lap. Slowly, I turn in the chair, shifting to face her fully.
The blonde’s thrusts start to match my pace as she fucks the sub with the dildo. Sienna moans, a hand flying up to catch the sound.
“Hands on my thighs.” Sienna obeys while I fish the vibrator out of the bag.
“Open your mouth.” She eyes the vibrator and then parts her lips.
Watching her suck on the object makes my dick harder as I grind into her rear, wishing there was no fabric between us .
Sienna’s intake of breath as I insert the vibrator into her cunt tells me how turned on she is by everything. She is being flooded with sensations and experiences. Physically, mentally. It makes me wish I was that innocent. But I was never as innocent as Sienna, which is why I want her so much.
I don’t bother putting the vibrator on, wanting to draw Sienna's pleasure out. One thrust. Two thrusts. Whimpering. And remove.
“On your knees.” Sienna looks at me questioningly before obeying.
She is a fucking sight to behold.
I lean forward and lift her dress, exposing her ass. Slowly, I pull her panties down.