6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Dante
Sienna is slowly becoming more and more fascinating to me.
It’s unexpected. It’s not what I planned. But I’ve always been the kind of man who is willing to accept new things in my life for the craziness of it all. And it’s crazy that I’m starting to like Sienna more than I should.
But that only makes things more fun and I love having fun.
I take her back to my sex room after we get home. I have a shitstorm of things to handle with her killing that police officer and breaking into that jewelry store but that can come later. Right now, I want to push her some more. See how far the limits can go.
“Why did you take me back here?” she whispers. After how brave she looked killing that officer, it’s a shame she sounds so afraid again. I just have to bring that side of her back out.
“Because I love taking women to this room. It’s where all the fun happens.” I turn her back to me and lean into her ear. She gasps. “It’s where I’ll claim your body when the time comes.”
“I never said you can do that.”
I ignore her comment. “Tell me, Sienna. What did you think of when I put that vibrator on your clit?”
Her face flushes and she tries to avert her gaze but I grab her chin and turn her face to mine. We’re so close to our lips touching. Fuck. I still want to kiss her but I hold back. “What?”
“Don’t act innocent. Tell me.”
“But I am innocent. I’m a virgin.”
I smirk. “I know. And I can’t wait to strip your body of that pesky virginity. You still haven’t answered my question. What did you think of that vibrator on your clit? I know you came. I saw it. So tell me.”
“It was just my body’s response to a stimulus. It wasn’t what I wanted.”
“All right. So if I were to do that to you again, you wouldn’t come? You wouldn’t enjoy it?”
Her gulp is visible. I have her right in my clutches. “I…”
“I can tell you liked it, Sienna. So just tell me. Did you like it?”
“I can’t say. It’s embarrassing.”
“You killed that cop and didn’t feel bad for it and yet you feel bad for coming when I put a vibrator to your clit?”
Shame crosses her face and she lowers her eyes but I tilt her chin back up.
“Answer me,” I demand.
“Of course I feel shame. I shouldn’t have liked what you did to me. It was wrong.”
“I don’t think it’s wrong. I think you want me to do it to you again. Would you fight me if I tried?”
“You’re holding my mom’s life in your hands. None of this is fair.”
I gaze down at her face for a long moment.
“You’re right. It isn’t fair. How about this?
I’ll make you a promise. I promise I won’t go after your mom.
I have you anyway. I only needed to threaten her life to get you to come back with me but now that you’re here, I have no use for your mother.
So you can say no and I won’t kill her.”
“Will you hurt me if I say no?”
“I won’t beat you. I’m starting to grow fond of you. I would hate to ruin your pretty face or your nice skin. I want you to come to me of your own accord. To break you down so much that you want nothing more than me. That’s a true win. That’s where true darkness comes from.”
“I don’t want you to touch me.”
“I won’t touch you,” I promise. “Do you want me to use that vibrator on you again? That’s not me touching you.”
“Technicality.”
“You want it, don’t you, Sienna? Just tell me.”
“It did feel good,” she admits.
“Then let me do it to you again. Say yes. Submit to me.”
“I can’t!” she sobs. The despair on her face makes my cock hard. I can’t help that I’m a little fucked up sometimes.
“Will you fight me if I take this horrible hospital gown off you?”
She doesn’t answer and I untie the back of it and let it drop around her feet. She doesn’t cover her breasts this time.
I walk around her body, circling her like prey, as I look at her from all different angles. Taking in every inch of her. Fuck, she’s perfection.
The urge to kiss her hits me again and like usual, I push it down. I can’t get too attached to her. That wouldn’t end well. I never let anyone become my weakness and I don’t intend to do so with Sienna.
I stop before her, gazing gown into her eyes. “What are you thinking right now?”
“I’m thinking of that officer.”
Her words draw me up short. “Why?”
“He looked me over too. It made me uncomfortable.”
“When I look your body over, does it make you uncomfortable?”
She swallows hard again. Her fingers fidget at her sides. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? How can you not know, Sienna?” I ask in a soft tone. It’s like a soothing call to my prey, trying to calm her down, before I strike.
“I don’t know.” Tears slip out of her eyes and I wipe them away.
“You’re pretty when you cry. You know that?”
“No one has ever told me that before.”
“They really should. You are a very beautiful woman. Now, tell me. Do you want me to use the vibrator on you again?”
Her lips part but nothing comes out.
“Just tell me,” I croon. “Just tell me.”
“Yes,” she whispers as shame fills her features.
“Good. Then let me get rid of your hair. It’s covering your pussy and I want to be able to see every part of you.
” I nod at the bench in the middle of the room.
I have fucked a lot of women on that bench but I don’t intend to do that with Sienna tonight.
No. I’m going to explore her body. I’m going to test her limits.
It’s not going to be a hard, fast fuck like I’ve done in the past.
Sienna slowly lowers herself onto the bench.
“Lay back,” I say.
She shudders but does as I say. I grip her knees and press them into her chest before I part them.
“Stay like that.” I leave the room and grab shaving cream, a razor, a bowl of water, and a towel. When I return, I find Sienna in the same exact spot. “You look like you’re dead,” I say into her ear, making her gasp.
“I’m just nervous.”
“I can tell.” I press my finger to the pulse on her neck. “Your heart is beating fast.”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Even though there’s a fire in her words, her voice is still quiet. Subdue. Shy.
I sit on the bench, straddling it, and lather my hand with the shaving cream. “Stay still. I don’t want to cut you.”
I run the shaving cream all along her pussy and inner thighs. Sienna gasps but otherwise, stays perfectly still.
“Have you ever shaved down here before?” I ask as I begin running the razor over the hair on her bikini line.
“No. I never needed to. Is that… wrong?”
“No. It’s not wrong. You were saving yourself for marriage. No man was going to see your pussy until your wedding night. You didn’t need to shave before then.”
“But you’re seeing me and it’s not my wedding night.”
I flash her a dark grin. “I know.”
Her face turns a deep, dark red as her eyes turn to the ceiling.
I chuckle. Sienna is more cute than I ever thought she’d be. I’m careful with the razor around her lips. The last thing I want is to cut her. That wouldn’t be fun.
I do love making people bleed but that’s not what I want right now. What I want is to see Sienna’s pussy completely bare.
It takes a while and Sienna holds still the entire time until I’m done. I use the washcloth to wipe away the remaining shaving cream. And there it is: her pussy. On display for me.
Fuck.
The urge to sink my fingers into her is strong but I hold it back. I promised not to touch her. But a vibrator isn’t my touch.
The air in the room is filled with tension and desire and the smell of Sienna’s pussy as I retrieve a vibrator from my drawer full of them. It’s a different one tonight. There’s a spot to touch her clit… and another spot to go inside of her, touching her g-spot.
It won’t go into her deep but it will get her ready for my cock one day.
I straddle the bench again and bring the tip of the vibrator back to her clit. Her hips jerk up after I turn it on. The low buzzing sound fills the room.
“Oh,” she gasps as her eyes widen. Her legs open wider and I notice some wetness seep out of her. She likes this and I love watching her like it.
I run the tip of the vibrator over her nub, getting her warm and ready. “Tell me, Sienna. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“It’s… good,” she breathes out as her hips roll up and her legs part more.
“Isn’t it better without your hair in the way?”
“I… I can feel it more.”
“Good. Then you’ll like this too.” I move the vibrator around until the second piece of it enters her. She cries out.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“This part goes inside of you. Just a little bit. Doesn’t it feel even better?”
I hold the vibrator steady against her clit and g-spot. It’s doing all the job for me. Normally, that wouldn’t bother me but for just a second, I feel a flash of jealousy. It should be my hands on her and not the sex toy.
“Oh,” Sienna moans softly. Her hips buck into the vibrator over and over again. Fuck. She’s making my cock rock hard. I’m going to have blue balls because of her.
I lean into her ear. “What would God think of you now?”
As soon as I ask, her orgasm rips through her. It’s so sudden and fast, it almost startles me. I didn’t know she needed this as badly as she did.
“Oh,” she cries out again as her hips move frantically up and down.
I press the vibrator harder against her body. “You’re a bad girl, Sienna. You killed that cop without any regret and now you’re letting me use this vibrator on you. You just came.”
“I’m sorry,” she sobs. Pleasure and pain are mixed in her voice.
“I don’t want you to be sorry.” I turn the vibrator off and remove it from her body. She slumps onto the bench, breathing heavy. When she tries closing her legs, I grab her thighs and part them wide again. “Don’t hide from me. Tell me the truth, Sienna. Do you want more?”
“I shouldn’t,” she whispers. “I shouldn’t like this.”
“No. You probably shouldn’t. Good mafia girls shouldn’t come when their kidnappers play with their pussies. And yet, you did. What does that say about you?”
“My parents would be ashamed of me.”
“That’s right. Your dad is dead. What would dead dad think of you now if he saw his little princess like this?”
She looks away from me, face on fire.