Chapter 1
CHAPTER
ONE
SIENNA
Iwas alive, barely. Maybe. I didn't know.
My limbs felt heavy as I stirred awake. I couldn't even move my bones if I tried. But the paralysis was momentary because it soon started coming back to me.
The blind date. The restaurant. The server. The water.
The water.
Fuck, I was drugged.
The realization made me jerk, and I tried to move my body. I could move, but at the same time, it felt futile because my hands were tied up somewhere. It started to dawn on me that the world around me was also covered in black.
My mouth wanted to part, desperate to speak, but I couldn't. Tears welled up in my eyes, my chest pounding so hard that it hurt.
Someone took me. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.
"Don't move so much, your wrists will get raw before the fun starts."
I froze.
I wasn't in the room alone. The deep, masculine voice covered every inch of the space like smoke, sending shivers down my spine. Hot sweat broke out on my skin, and I jerked again—this time, with more fright. My frame tried to cower backward, but a calloused hand seized my leg.
I let out a muffled scream.
The tape on my mouth was ripped off.
"Who the hell are you?" I attacked him immediately.
"I'll tell you what you want to know if you promise not to scream anymore. You'll be doing a lot more than screaming tonight, so I need your voice intact." I detected a hint of mischief in his tone.
My chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as I pondered. Then I nodded softly.
"Why did you drug me? Who are you? Where am I? Why won't you let me see you? Please, let me go. I promise, I won't tell anyone." I rapped all out in one breath.
"Hmm. I like you. You’re curious." His voice dropped an octave, making my heart rate spike.
Then I felt warmth creeping onto my skin, making me whimper. Lean, rough fingers skimmed my thigh upward, deepening my whimper and almost extracting a foreign sigh from me. My skin tingled slightly from the effect.
"I want to have fun with you."
My insides twisted with something I didn't understand. "I don't want to have fun with you!"
"Are you sure about that?" He sounded cocky. "I can see how hard your nipples are through this tiny black dress."
My face burned, my lips parting. I was flushed and couldn't speak.
"I bet you are dripping right now. Why don't we check?" I stiffened, holding my breath.
A whimper unfurled from my throat when his fingers found my damp, lacy thong. I thought my cheeks couldn't burn hotter than they already were, but they did. Why did this turn me on? I bit down on my lips softly to keep from moaning when he stroked my clothed pussy.
"I knew I made the right choice with you," he mused.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"Yes, I'm going to hurt you in dark, unhinged ways that you will like." His lips hit the shell of my ear, and I arched off the bed to meet the heat his mouth provided. "And do you know what you are going to do?"
I shook my head slowly.
"You'll moan so hard for me like the dirty little slut you are, Sienna. You will beg me to make you come and almost lose your mind because of how good I'll fuck you tonight."
I moaned, wanting to squeeze my legs shut.
Why did that sound so hot?
Rose had told me to let go and embrace what the night held for me, so that was what I was going to do.
Maybe it was because I hadn't been fucked the way I'd like in a while.
Perhaps it was because I was turned on at the prospect of being used and tainted by a mysterious stranger, knowing I couldn't see him.
He pinched my clit and cupped my pussy, sucking on my ear while his lips trailed downward until they wrapped around a nipple and bit it hard.
"Fuck." I cussed, panting.
He rolled a nipple between his fingers, sucking on the other one. "You are so fucking beautiful," he murmured against my breasts.
My cunt throbbed, and my breathing felt on edge. Every inch of my body burned to be taken, to be claimed and used in ways I didn't think were possible until tonight.
I wasn't a good girl. I didn't want to be treated like one.
"Please…" I whimpered.
"Please, what?" he teased.
"You know what I want…"
"No, I don't. I want you to beg for it."
He pinched my clit, and I could feel my eyes roll back in their sockets.
"Please…I want you to fuck me," I whimpered.
"There's a good girl." He chuckled, kissing my neck. "Now, why don't you spread your legs and let me treat you like the good little slut you are?"
My head was light, throbbing a little, but my raging heartbeat overshadowed it. My stomach twisted into knots, a dark thrill coursing through my veins at the thought of being taken.
The darkness surrounding me made his predatory presence even more exciting. I could feel him—his hitching breath against my skin, his raging hard-on, and the warmth his rough, wicked lean fingers provided as they teased my skin.
It was maddening.
"Are you scared?" He nipped my ear.
"Maybe." I swallowed.
"Good. You should be."
He retreated a little, and a strange object touched my skin. I shuddered, biting down on my lips. I stiffened and almost melted into the pillow when I sensed the cold feel of steel against my body.
"This has to go," he said with a low grunt, tugging at my dress. A ripping sound filled the air afterward.
I was a mess of torn silk, trembling legs, parted lips, puckered nipples, and a dripping pussy. The cold air hardened my sensitive buds to a stiff peak. I whimpered, arching off the bed when I felt the tip of the steel graze my nipples.
"Mm-hmm…"
It wasn't until he teased my throat with the tip of the steel that I connected the dots.
It was a knife.
I had used tons of sex toys on myself to take the edge off, but I had never tried using a knife before. I had only heard about gun and knife play in the unhinged books I read whenever I wasn't coordinating a flight.
"Will it hurt?" I asked in a small voice.
"Yes, but you'll love it."
I turned to putty, wiggling desperately for some form of friction. The edge of the knife was blunt, but it didn't make it any less stimulating as he dragged it across my skin. I was already messing up the sheets with my arousal when the knife hovered on my sensitive nipples.
The restraints around my wrists and ankles suspended me as I thrust my chest forward, panting and whimpering.
"Please…" My voice thinned out.
I was reduced to a weak, helpless mess, and the thought of it made me even wetter.
"So hungry, so desperate." He grunted, teasing my nipples with the edge of the knife.
The contact was electric. "Oh, that feels so fucking good."
My breasts were heavy. The way he dragged the knife over the slopes and curves of my aching boobs made me needier. Hot tears built up at the back of my eyes, frustration biting at my skin because he knew where I needed him, and he wasn't giving me what I wanted.
"It's too much…please, it's too much…" I didn't know what was too much—the torture or how I was overly stimulated.
I’d come in one single stroke if he touched me right now.
"You should see how gorgeous you look all tied up." His deep, dark voice dripped with deranged amusement.
A long, dirty moan tore from my lips as the sheer, ripping sound of my thong echoed through the room. His fingers glided over my moist cunt, soaking up all the moisture, and a grunt left his lips.
"You are making a mess everywhere, baby girl. I haven't even fucked you yet." He snickered.
My stomach wanted to combust from its tightness as he stroked my clit with the knife. My whimpers were long, loud, and almost deafening. The stimulation dulled my senses, making my toes curl and my legs buckled.
"Ugh, fuck." My lips trembled. "More, I want more."
"You want to ride this knife like the needy little whore you are, don't you?" I was a whore, and that was exactly what I wanted to do.
"Yes, please. Yes…" I begged like I was begging for a drop of water, like someone who had been thirsty for a long time.
"Good girl."
He plunged the hilt of the knife into my opening, and fuck, I wanted to melt into the sheets. It felt so fucking good and liberating to finally get what I wanted. My moans resounded through the room—so loud, so filthy, and so embarrassing.
It should be pathetic that I was being fucked with a knife, it should scared me even, but I didn't care if my wrists bled or turned raw. I lifted my hips and started pushing back and forth onto the knife, riding it hard and feeling myself fade into the pleasure it brought me.
"So messy, so wet, so needy." He wrapped his fingers around my throat, choking me until my moans turned thin and my body felt like it wanted to tear itself inside out because the stimulation was too much to handle.
My head turned heavy, my nipples hardening to the point of pain.
"Oh, it's so good—so, so good." I broke into a sob.
I wanted it. I wanted all of it. To be touched everywhere, but he only thrust the butt of the knife in and out of me, screwing me ruthlessly until my throat was raw.
"Dammit, you are so tight." He grunted, slowing his pace. He withdrew the knife, dragged it over my clit, and plunged back in.
My mind blanked for a second.
I never thought giving up control could be this maddening. It was exhilarating, and all I could think about was why I had never done it before.
"Don't stop…don't…there…there."
His grip tightened around my neck. I was overwhelmed, and I fucking loved it. "Right here?" he taunted me, knowing he had me right where he wanted me.
"Oh God. Yes."
My vision felt faint against the silky dark material covering my eyes. My legs were wobbly, trembling so much because of my impending release. My stomach twisted into strong knots, and I started sputtering gibberish, drooling from the corners of my mouth.
"There's a good fucking girl."
I had it. I almost had it. The most intense orgasm of my life, but he pulled the plug.
He stopped
He hung me out to dry.
I whimpered. My limbs were burning from the pent-up release. "Please, let me come. Please…"