Chapter 15 #2
I’m fucking elated. I know that’s fucked up.
But I always felt like I was competing with a dead man.
For once, that feeling is gone. Some might call that fucking crazy, to be happy that I know her better than her deceased husband, who was with her for years.
I don’t really fucking care. Call me what you will.
It is crazy. That’s what obsession is. My feelings are also valid, no matter how morally undesirable society deems them.
I didn’t know James. I know Sienna. He is nothing to me except the man that came before me. I would be everything after. Until her last breath. And until mine, until the devil himself finally calls his favorite soul down to where it belongs. Even then, I might drag hers down there with me.
Before I can say anything, the door to the changing room opens, followed by one of the fighters stumbling in. Sienna takes a step back and averts her gaze, trying to compose herself in light of the unexpected company we now have.
The guy is leaving a trail of blood in his wake and having difficulty seeing, with one eye swollen shut and the other just a slit.
“Come.” I pull her toward one of the private shower cubicles and gently position her by the wall.
“You can’t stay out there. I don’t trust these assholes. I will shower, then we will have a quick drink with Marcello and head home. I want us to talk. Just not here.”
She nods, her green eyes still glassy with emotion.
I gently grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger, her eyebrows dipping slightly in confusion.
“You already know me better than anyone alive, Sienna. And anyone dead.”
I want to kiss her, but if I do, there will be no stopping me. But not here and not now. She isn’t ready.
Fucking coward. Part of me knows it is me hesitating. Scared of what will come after. Instead, my thumb grazes her lips, and then I release her.
I take off my clothes and toss them on the floor next to Sienna, who is looking anywhere but at me. The blush suffusing her cheeks is still endearing. It spoke of her innocence.
I pull the shower curtain three-quarters of the way, leaving a gap so that I can see my girl. While with me, I didn’t want her out of my sight. What happened in the bathroom days ago wouldn’t happen again.
Ignoring Marcello's advice to take a cold shower, I blast the hot water, the heat easing my aching muscles. The nights of fighting were taking their toll on me physically. But as that sensation abates, the predominant one is of Sienna's eyes on me.
This was her first time seeing me fully naked. That thought alone makes one muscle unrelax and come alive. I angle my body towards her to get my soap and loofah hanging on the side.
When I chance a look, her cheeks are flushed. A combination of the heat in this small area and shyness, as seen by how she has dropped her gaze to the tiles, the pattern suddenly fascinating to her. But she cannot look away for long.
As I lather my chest, her eyes slowly make their way back up but don’t make it very far when her hand flies up to cover her mouth, stifling a gasp.
I pretend not to hear her, and after a couple of seconds, I palm my cock, allowing my finger to graze the piece of metal at the tip, which is probably the reason for her startled reaction. That and the fact that I am well endowed. It made me a ton of cash as a male entertainer in the old days.
Slowly at first, I stroke my dick, egged on by the changes in her breathing. She is panting now.
Pre-cum oozes from the tip, which I capture with my thumb, rubbing it over the head of my cock.
Daddy Damon. Sienna's words from earlier make me even harder as I think about the possessive way she behaved. I fucking loved it.
I speed up slightly, thinking of Sienna's sweet pussy and how it tastes.
How nicely my tongue slides between her folds before delving into that tight, warm cavity.
That thought rips a groan from me, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Sienna shifting uncomfortably but unable to look away.
Her hands are rubbing the sides of her thighs, and her eyes are hooded .
The orgasm is building. I can feel it in the way my balls tighten and tingle, ready for release.
“Do you see how hard you make me, rainbow?” She is shocked when I speak, her green eyes flying up while her cheeks turn even redder.
“Do you like what you see?” She hesitates only momentarily before slowly nodding.
“No one, Sienna, has ever made my cock its bitch the way you have. It answers only to you.”
“Not even Georgia?” So my light was a little jealous. I smile, knowing how fucking unnecessary that feeling for her to have really is.
To confirm that, I start stroking faster, Sienna's eyes back on the show below.
“Only you, rainbow. There is no one else.”
She licks her lips, the unconscious action adding to the eroticism of what is happening. Pushing me closer to release.
“Tell me to come, Sienna. Command it.”
Her eyes lock with mine as I continue stroking, my cock waiting for its master.
“Come for me, Damon.”
Sultry, sexy, as only Sienna could be. Naturally.
I brace myself against the wall as stings of come shoot out, landing on the shower floor to join the water draining away.
I leisurely stroke until every last drop is out, my eyes never leaving my girl's face, while hers dart from my face to my slowly deflating cock to the shower floor.
Her hands smooth the black material of her dress nervously, her pursed lips telling me this show has impacted her.
It was unexpected. I know after her recent incident that she may not be ready for anything sexual for some time.
It's only been a couple of days, after all. But this interaction tells me that the event hasn’t completely destroyed her.
The Reaping, as she calls it. I hate that she has named it.
An experience so disturbing and impactful that she has titled it.
Fuck that piece of shit motherfucker. When I kill him, that event will receive a title too.
One deserving of its actions, which will be gruesome.
I push the thoughts aside, not wanting to get back into the state of rage I have been in the last couple of days while Sienna is here.
She hands me the towel I point to hanging from a hook next to her as I shut the shower off and step forward, crowding her.
Her eyes travel the planes of my chest as her hands clench at her sides.
“Tonight is the first time I have seen you naked.” I nod my head.
“I have never seen a body like yours. It’s incomparable. Like it shouldn’t exist in reality.”
“So you like it then.” I smirk as she nods vigorously, her ponytail bouncing around and sticking to her slightly moist skin.
She follows me as I head to the locker and pull out the suit I was wearing earlier. While I dress, Sienna sits on a bench close by, worry making her gnaw on her bottom lip.
“What’s wrong?” She looks at me and then away, deciding whether or not to tell me what’s on her mind.
“Is it bad that I was turned on by what just happened?” Fuck that piece of shit who made her feel this way.
“No. It is not bad,” I say with conviction, sitting beside her.
“I am not him, and he is not me. None of your feelings before him are irrelevant. And don’t let him make them so.
That control lies with you. You can still be attracted to me.
It doesn’t diminish what happened to you or validate it in any way.
There is no time limit on healing, and being turned on by me releasing myself to vivid images of you doesn’t mean that what happened days ago doesn’t matter anymore.
Or that you are suddenly ready to become sexual again. No one decides that but you.”
She has tears in her eyes but also a smile on her face.
“How do you do that? Make me feel understood with a couple of sentences. I feel like even trying to tell someone in therapy what I was feeling wouldn’t come across as clearly as it does when I speak to you.”
“I know you, Sienna.” She rolls her eyes, balking at my arrogant answer. But it wasn’t arrogance. It was true. I know her better than she knows herself.
I don’t rush, enjoying this quiet moment and the little peace it gives me.
“You have a piercing. There.” My dick twitches just knowing she is talking about it.
“I do,” I confirm, smirking as she bristles from embarrassment at having blurted something like that out.
“Was it painful?” She doesn’t need to elaborate. The cock ring. Her curiosity was palpable even in the shower.
“Yes. But I savor the pain. Welcome it even. You could call it an addiction.” She nods her head and then looks away.
“I understand.” Unfortunately, she did. Another fucking thing The Reaper would pay for.
I knew she was self-harming. I saw the marks on her arm from her nails. Just like I knew, more littered her inner thighs. It was something I needed to address with her, but I was waiting for some time to pass.
Also, telling her to stop while I carried on fighting, effectively doing the same thing, made me a hypocrite. I understood it, though. It was giving her moments of clarity—a double-edged sword. I was toying around with other activities that would give her the same feeling but be less damaging .
“Is that why you have so many tattoos?” She meets my gaze again, a haunted look in her eyes now.
“Yes.”
This conversation was actually the perfect opener for one of them.
“I am going tomorrow for another one if you want to join me.”
She looks surprised and then smiles.
“I’d actually love that. I was thinking of getting a tattoo myself. Something small. I just don’t know what.”
“I’ll design you something.” Her smile starts slow and then becomes like a spotlight, its beauty blinding. Is this what being in her orbit was like?
“I would love that,” she finally says, as I pull on my suit jacket, holding my hand out.
“Let’s get this over and done with. My tolerance level has been eroded.”