15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Dante
The last thing I can do is care for Sienna.
What I need to do instead is humiliate her. Get her out of my system. Remove her from my being.
By doing that, I’m going to throw another party.
I invite over the same guests, sans Edward since he’s dead. I had the body cleaned up so no one even knows I’m the one who did it. Most people think that Edward died in a car crash because that’s what I made it look like.
I stand outside Sienna’s door with another evening gown draped over my arms. She has no idea what I have planned for her this evening. A tingle runs down my spine. Excitement but also… dread.
Why the hell should I feel dread? I’ve caused chaos for most of my life. One girl shouldn’t matter to me. None of this should matter.
Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door. It’s the first time I’ve done it. Respecting Sienna’s space. That’s the last thing I should be doing. With a roll of my eyes, I open the door, not waiting for her answer.
She’s in the shower. I realize it after I hear the sound of the water running.
I go into the bathroom and watch her. Sienna’s creamy skin under the spray of the water makes her look more like a magical mermaid than a real woman. Why does she have to be so fucking pretty? It would be easier to do the things I wanted to do to her if I hated the sight of her.
But the problem is I don’t hate her.
And I can’t let that stand.
She gasps when she turns around and sees me watching her. No longer a shy virgin. She doesn’t hide her body from me. Sienna has fully embraced her sexuality. The sexuality I have brought out in her. The woman she has become.
“Touch your breasts,” I order.
She remains quiet as she does as I say. Her small hands frame her breasts beautifully. I know that my own hands would be much larger on her breasts. More consuming. I want nothing more than to touch her but I hold it back. Right now isn’t the time.
“Put your finger inside of you,” I say next.
Sienna lowers her hand between her legs. Her lips part when she slips her finger into herself.
“Move it in and out.”
Once again, she does what I say without any complaint.
“How does it feel? Your finger compared to my cock?”
“It’s not as good,” she admits.
I smirk. “I figured. Make yourself come by your own hand.”
“I can’t,” she whines.
“How do you know you can’t?”
Sienna averts her eyes as a blush creeps across her face.
“Ah,” I say. “It’s because you’ve tried before, haven’t you? And you weren’t able to do it. You weren’t able to make yourself come on your own hand.”
“Yes.” Her response is a mix between a moan and a cry of frustration.
“Well, I’m here. You’re going to make yourself come with your own hand. So keep doing it. Press your other finger to your clit. It will feel good.”
She does as I say and whimpers. Her hips jerk forward. It’s just a piece of glass between me and Sienna and yet, it feels like a large wall. I have to put distance between us. I opened up too much to her last night and I have to stop that.
She is nothing more to me than my prisoner.
“Keep touching yourself.”
Her eyes are locked with mine as her hips jerk forward. Her small breaths are whimpers. Her body is lithe and tight under the water.
I have fucked her and I’m desperate to do it again but I can’t. Not right now. Not when she’s driving me crazy like this.
The last thing I can do is lose myself around her again.
“Dante,” she whimpers.
“Come,” I order. “I know you can do it.”
“I can’t!” she cries. “I just can’t.”
“You need my touch, my dirty girl? I’m honored.”
“Please. Just touch me.”
“You were the one who said we can’t keep going the way we are.”
Her eyes widen. “Just… just please. Touch me.”
“Make yourself come. It’s the only way you’re going to get your orgasm, Sienna.”
She pouts. Fucking pouts. It makes my cock hard. “Please, Dante. Please.”
“Come. Now.” My voice speaks to no disagreements.
Sienna moves her hand over her pussy faster and faster. I can tell she’s trying so hard to make herself come. When it came to my touch, she would always come so fast. But with her own, it’s a struggle.
That makes me smile. I love that she needs me so much. That she’s so dependent on me.
But at the same time, that’s the problem. I have turned her into this and I want her more and more every day when the opposite should be happening. I usually get tired of my prisoners soon after I torture them. With Sienna, I have grown to care for her more.
Fuck.
“Dante!” she cries out.
“Come,” I order. “Now. Do it, Sienna.”
That seems to do the trick because her breath hitches and she cries out as she finds her release.
Her hips jerk forward and she’s breathing heavy as her breasts rise and fall rapidly. I love her body.
The thing that worries me though is that it isn’t just her body I care about. It’s her and that’s dangerous. Sienna could become my weakness then.
“Feel better?” I ask.
She turns the shower off and opens up the door. Water drips from her body. Without a word, I hand her the towel. She keeps her eyes on me like it’s a challenge as she wipes herself down.
“Why are you in here?” she asks.
I hold up the dress. It’s a long, satin green dress that I know would look perfect with her blonde hair. “I’m throwing another party tonight. You are to come. You have time to get ready. Just make sure you are ready by seven tonight.”
“And if I’m not?”
“I’ll make sure you are.” The threat hangs in the air.
Sienna’s eyes darken from lust. She knows the things I’ll do to her to make her comply. We both do.
“Ok,” she whispers. “I’ll be ready.”
“Good.” My eyes flick over her body. “And you did a good job.” I leave before I’ll say something else I might regret.
Sienna is ready by seven. She’s a vision in her green dress that drapes her body perfectly. I should know since I had it tailored to fit her measurements.
The guests are already here when I lead Sienna into the living room. Guilia, Jack, Tommasso, and Enzo are here.
“It’s a shame Edward couldn’t make it,” Tommaso says.
“Shame he died, you mean,” Jack comments, taking a sip of his champagne. I see the way he looks Sienna over and the way Sienna blushes. Jack was always a handsome man but it never bothered me before. Not when I look the way I do.
But in this moment, I want to kill Jack for even looking in Sienna’s direction.
No, I remind myself. Tonight is about humiliating Sienna. Make her feel terrible. Remember that she’s your prisoner and not your partner.
“Everyone, say hello to Sienna.”
“Hello, Sienna,” Guilia says in a seductive voice. She always did have a thing for beautiful women.
Sienna lowers her eyes to the ground. Interesting. She’s shy around these people. Probably because the last time they saw her, I was fucking her with a dildo.
“Hello,” Sienna replies.
“So demure,” Guilia laughs. “I love it. But why don’t we have a bit of fun? You invited us here tonight, Dante. What do you have planned?”
“I thought we could talk for a while. Let’s all sit down.” I motion to the couches and chairs. After I sit down, Sienna goes to do the same when I stop her. “No. Get on your hands and knees.”
She frowns. “What?”
“Do as I say, Sienna.” There’s no room for argument in my tone.
Slowly, Sienna lowers herself to her hands and knees, looking confused. The moment she’s in a table top position, I place my feet on her back.
She gasps. “What are you doing?”
“You are my plaything tonight,” I say in a harsh voice. “Nothing more. Everyone, what do you think of my plaything?”
“Dante,” she whimpers.
I only laugh. “Tonight, you mean nothing to me, plaything.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
The rest of my guests laugh. “I guess she doesn’t know your true nature, huh?” Enzo asks.
“Oh, she knows. She’s just acting surprised.”
“Dante. Please,” Sienna begs.
“Be quiet, plaything,” I order.
Sienna flinches and for a moment, my stomach turns. But I push it aside. Sienna is mine to do with as I please. She is my prisoner. Not my wife. I will not let her control me.
“So harsh,” Jack murmurs. “You could be nicer to her, Dante.”
I stare Jack down. There’s an electricity to the air. “You don’t get to tell me what to do with my plaything, Jack.”
“She’s just so pretty. It’s a shame to keep her on her hands and knees all evening.”
“Oh? Well, then why don’t you help her up. I’ve seen you looking at her. I saw you looking at her before. At my last party. Do you want her, Jack?”
Jack meets my gaze, not backing down. Fucking American. “If you’re willing to share her, then sure. I would love a taste.”
“Then by all means.” I wave my hand towards Sienna. “Have a taste. Would you like that, my plaything? For Jack to touch you?”
“Dante,” she cries, squeezing her eyes shut but some tears still slip through. “Please.”
I let out a harsh laugh. “I think she would. You can touch her.” I remove my feet from her back as Jack kneels down beside her.
His hand presses into her back.
“I’m going to make you feel good, baby,” he says to her. She squeezes her eyes tighter. “I’m sure Dante has done things to you now. I’m sure he’s hurt you. Do you like that? To be hurt?” In one fast motion, he pushes onto Sienna’s back until she flops to the ground.
The sound of her cry makes me grit my teeth. I can’t care for her. I can’t love her. I’ve never loved anyone and I don’t plan on starting to now.
Jack laughs as he hits her spine again.
“Dante,” Sienna cries. “Please. Please!”
Jack’s laughter reaches a new height as he keeps hitting her back over and over again. She’ll bruise. Nothing more, I tell myself.
She means nothing to me. Nothing to me. Nothing.
Jack stands up. “Does she like to be kicked like a dog? She’s only an animal.” He raises his foot to kick her.
Just like Edward. The memory of Sienna lying in my foyer, covered in bruises and blood, still haunts me.
And I’m just going to let it happen to her again.
Fuck.
I surge to my feet and push Jack away from Sienna before he can kick her. She curls into a ball on the ground, crying her eyes out.