Chapter 3
CHAPTER
THREE
SIENNA
The crackling and popping fire stirred me awake, eliciting a soft moan from me.
The moment my body twitched to consciousness, musk, leather, and something along the line of sandalwood invaded my nostrils.
I turned on my side lazily, feeling a handful of fabric in my hands.
A frown dented my face as my eyes pried open.
Confusion nagged at me as I took in my surroundings.
Warm tones of ash, black, and brown unraveled before me.
There was a fireplace opposite the king-sized bed I was sprawled on.
The flames crackled harder, illuminating the vast space in a warm amber glow.
It had to be the biggest room I had ever been in, with its decor so luxurious, futuristic, and grand like that of a ridiculously expensive short let.
To my left was a wide, floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a quiet neighborhood bathed in golden streetlights. The scenery looked so peaceful, too peaceful for me to realize that something wasn't right.
I glanced at the fireplace again, then slowly let my gaze drink in the crimson satin nightwear I was clad in. The thin straps barely held together my tits that looked like they were everywhere, and the dark pink tips of my nipples were peeking out.
Perks of being a rough, heavy sleeper.
But then, my face scrunched in a frown when it slowly started coming back to me.
I was at the club with Rose. We drank. We danced. I…I almost got assaulted, and…
Him. The man from the blind date. He was there.
I fisted the covers hurriedly against my body, my eyes widening when I laid eyes on him where he was sitting.
He looked like he had been watching me like a hawk.
His eyes were ominously cold and detached, yet seemed to be sucking the life out of me, robbing me of my breath and making me hot all over.
His dark hair was tousled, some strands sticking to the side of his face and his forehead. I could tell that he had just gotten out of the shower.
"It's you. You are real," I murmured in awe.
I had seen him on the plane and last night, but my eyes feasted on him like they needed him to survive—his toned, tanned skin, rippling muscles and biceps that made my mouth water, his chiseled features, ominous charcoal eyes that made my cheeks burn, and the dark sweatpants that hung low on his hip, shielding his cock from my view.
My thighs clenched together, and I fisted the covers harder against my chest.
"How long have I been out?"
"Since last night." His voice was crisp, melting into the air like smoke, yet carrying enough darkness to send shivers down my spine.
"Did you change me out of my clothes?" I swallowed.
"Yes."
He spoke with so much indifference, like he wasn't interested in holding a conversation with me, yet his eyes wouldn't leave my face.
"Have you been stalking me?" I whispered. "There was no way you could have known I was under attack if you hadn't followed me to the club. You have been following me…" Something about being stalked and hunted by him made my toes curl.
"Eat." He nudged his head toward a tray I hadn't noticed was on the nightstand.
There was a pile of toast, a bowl of berries, a heap of scrambled eggs, and a cup of steaming coffee on the tray.
My stomach growled, but I clutched it, wanting to hide the fact that I was indeed hungry.
"I'm not hungry."
"I wasn't asking, Sienna. Eat." His tone oozed irritation.
I grabbed the tray awkwardly, eyeing the food with the intent to devour and equal wariness. "How do I know it's not poisoned?"
"You don't."
"You killed those guys. I presume it wouldn't be hard to do the same to me. Though it doesn't—"
"You talk too much." He cut me off, his eyes darkening. "Eat your food."
I dug into my meal, trying to chew as slowly as I could, but I was really starving. I wolfed it down in no time. My thoughts stray to my best friend, whom I was sure would be worried sick about my sudden disappearance.
"Where are my things? I need to text my friend to let her know that I'm okay." I locked eyes with him, and the way my breath hitched took me off guard.
"You’re not going anywhere."
"Am I your captive?" I frowned, tossing the toast back on the tray.
"You are whatever I tell you that you are," he said coldly.
I scoffed. "What do you even want? I didn't ask you to save me. Why did you kidnap me on our supposed blind date and…"
"...and tied you up, blindfolded you, and fucked you like the greedy little whore that you are?" he completed.
My mood turned sour. He was arrogant, and a jerk, and…sinfully attractive. I shouldn't be so attracted to a stranger, let alone getting so wet just by being in his proximity. I had been looking for him, but that didn't mean I wanted him to toss me around like a doll.
You know you do…you want to be dominated, the silly, bratty voice in my head chipped in.
"Don't say that to me."
His gaze was intensely fixed on me. He rose to his feet, and my heart leaped to my throat despite how much I tried to tell myself to play it cool.
"Let's get one thing straight. You won't disrespect me, or I'll tame that bratty little mouth of yours in ways that would leave you whimpering and screaming." He grabbed the tray from my lap, yanking me to him by my legs.
I gasped, wanting to clasp my legs shut to hide my shame, but he crouched between them.
The dominance in his gray eyes was terrifying. It was like looking into smoke, feeling your eyes burn with tears, your lungs tighten until you suffocate, and get consumed by it.
I didn't like being degraded, right? I shouldn't, but why did his degrading words turn me on effortlessly?
My toes barely hit the ground as his rough fingers skimmed up my thighs, making me gasp. "You haven't told me what you want and why you took me?"
He reached behind me, a lick of flame erupting on my skin as his fingers brushed my body in a ghost touch. A cold berry landed on my lips, and he popped it against my mouth, spreading it all over my lips with the pad of his thumb.
My nipples hardened. My chest thrust forward on its own accord, my pussy begging to be taken with how wet I was.
What is this?
"Your submission—that’s what I want." He murmured, pushing two fingers into my mouth without warning.
I moaned. His gray eyes flamed with the need to control, darkening with lust. The reaction was so visceral that I was convinced I affected him more than he was willing to let on.
"I won't do that. I can't do that." I shook my head.
"I'm not asking you. I'm telling you I want it and I would take it whether you like it or not." He spoke with a conviction that made my heart skip.
"What we had—" My breath hitched as his fingers enclosed around a nipple, tugging at it. "I-I-what we—fuck." His mouth descended on my nipple through my nightdress.
He bit down on it, causing me to fist the sheets and hike my legs a little higher when he slipped his fingers under my dress with ease. My messy thigh got even messier because I was dripping by the time he stroked my engorged clit.
"Fuck." I threw my head back, biting my lip.
"You were saying?" he murmured thickly against my aching, heavy breasts.
He had me right where he wanted me, and he knew it.
"I don't want to be owned by you." I rapped out. He didn't stop his assault on my clit. He scissored it, stroked it, and pinched it until I was a moaning, writhing mess.
"You knew how dangerous it was to come on that date, yet you did. When you found yourself blindfolded in a room with someone you didn't know, your first instinct wasn't to try to break free. It was to give in. This is what you want."
"How could you possibly know what I want?" I whimpered when he flicked his thumb over my sensitive bud, plunging a finger into me.
"Because I have seen how much of a dirty little whore you are behind closed doors.
How you slip away from work to touch yourself, how you stand under the shower every night, trying to initiate the sadistic pleasure from the night I took you, how you've inflicted pain on yourself to feel alive like the other night. "
I froze.
But he kept pumping his fingers in and out of me, enough to snap me out of my trance and make me wrap my legs around his lower hip, begging for more without using my words.
"You are a submissive little brat. You want to be claimed. You want to be marked. You want to be branded. By me." He sucked on my neck so hard, I saw stars.
His raging hard-on poked me through my satin dress, urging me to grind against him, getting even more stimulated.
"What if—what if I say no?" I panted.
"You won't." He sounded so sure. "You are too consumed by the possibility of what this could give you to do that."
I rode his fingers, approaching my release with my man ringing through the room. I could taste the orgasm, but he withdrew his fingers and let me go, wet and wanting.
"What…why did you do that?"
"You only get to come when I allow it." His sadistic eyes remained on me.
"So you are doing all of this because you want my 'submission'? What if I don't want to be dominated by you?" I folded my arms under my chest, still reeling from not getting the release I desperately needed.
"I have very persuasive means to convince you."
I spent weeks as a sitting duck at Arancini, looking for someone who could remotely give me a clue about his identity, stalking his empty profile on the dating site, trying to replicate the depravity he inflicted on me, and now, he was here, in front of me. I didn't quite know what to make of that.
The devil was right in front of me, offering me everything I had always wanted. All I had to do was take it.
"Okay,"
My voice was barely audible, but he heard me.
"Now let's go over the rules."
"Rules?" I arched a brow at him.
He nodded. "I'm the one who created this deal, which means I have the power to end it whenever I want, and you will, without any counter, accept my terms if I decide to walk away.
Two, you will serve me, relinquish control to me, and let me use you however I see fit.
Three, you must not, under any circumstances, fall in love with me. "
The first two rules were disturbing, but I could conform to them.
I also didn't have intentions to make the arrangement long-term.
I was sexually attracted to him and his kinks.
I was doing this to satisfy myself. However, something about the third rule kept me on edge.
I couldn't discern the reason, no matter how much I tried.
"Do we have a deal, Sienna?"
I took a deep breath. “Deal.”