by Lana Hartley
I hang up the phone and sit in contained tension until we touch down in New York.
At last, my waiting is over. I can finally comb the streets by myself.
I will find her. I always do.
My Porsche is waiting for me on the ground.
I need a fast car. I need to be alone. I need to center myself and think about where Sienna could be hiding out.
I can’t escape the thoughts of her in trouble. I try not to think of what Shaw will do to her if he finds her before I can. The haunting images plague me, nonetheless.
I drive through New York City, looking everywhere. Dusk is settling. Pretty soon, it’ll become dark.
Sienna has no place to go.
She has no friends here, and no money.
How did she even escape from the airport?
My guys have already been there. And there’s no sign of her.
It’s up to me to find her, and I definitely will.
I think about Sienna.
I think about what it is she wants most in this world.
Her father.
Her mother.
Her freedom.
Then it hits me.
I know where she is.
I turn the car in the direction of Central Park.
Nothing will make me forget that day when we walked to the park, and she was so fucking happy.
Reminds me of when we were kids, roaming around in the forest on her dad’s property.
She’s still the same girl.
She wants nature and wildness and freedom.
That’s got to be where she is.
And I can’t think of a more dangerous place for her to be than the park at night.
I step on the pedal and drive as fast as I fucking can to get to her.
I pull the car right up onto the sidewalk and get out. I walk to the park. I go to all the parts we had visited.
I feel angry at her, but more than that, I feel worried.
It’s like every time we hung out as kids, when she would deliberately run away from me and make me catch her.
Each time, my heart would catch a little in my chest. Each time, I was a little bit worried that she’d get lost or hurt.
Today is no different.
She has run from me, and I’m chasing her again.
She doesn’t seem to understand that I’ll chase her no matter what.
I’ll never back down.
I’ll never leave her be.
She’s mine.
And then...I see her.
Sienna
The tension in the air is palpable.
He’s pissed, but so am I.
I tried to run.
I thought I could make it, but he found me.
“What are you doing here, Sienna?”
“What’s it to you?” I snap.
“Do you even realize how much trouble you could’ve found yourself in? How’d you get here anyway? You don’t have any money.”
“I memorized Daddy’s credit card numbers a long time ago.”
I say the words and see anger flash across his face.
“You’re coming with me. You should’ve known that there’s no escaping me, Sienna Rose.”
“Go away,” I say, getting up from the bench.
I’m about to run again. But there’s no escaping. He’s right.
Damn. My plan had almost worked.
“How’d you find me here, anyway?”
“Freedom,” he says coldly. “I know you want freedom.”
He walks over to me and grabs my arm. He leads me in the direction of his car.
Few words are spoken.
I can feel the anger emanating from his body.
Once again, I find myself clutching the diamond necklace Daddy gave me. My only reminder of a life I once lived.
LA is gone.
Will I ever come back?
His Porsche is parked right on the sidewalk. Onlookers stare at us.
I could scream, but it’s no use.
He would still find me. He always does.
He opens the door for me and gives me a stern look indicating that I better get in or else.
I can see I made him worry. And Nate isn’t the kind of man who worries often. Of that, I can tell.
He likes to be in control.
Maybe I shouldn’t have ran from Titus the way I did, but I didn’t have much of a choice. Nate has been too busy telling me what to do to understand how I’ve been feeling.
He showed me LA once more, and then took it away.
Was I supposed to just go back to being his prisoner, no questions asked?
I have more fight in me than that.
He drives quickly through the streets. He doesn’t look at me or say a thing.
Finally, we get to the penthouse.
He slings me over his shoulder in the garage and takes me up the elevator.
Silence.
We get inside, and I attempt some light conversation.
“Hey, Nate, so I guess running was a bad idea. Forgive me? How about a drink?”
He glares at me, his eyes dark.
Before I know it, he’s got me by the arm, and he’s showing me the way to the penthouse.
“I thought you would’ve learned by now not to defy me,” he says.
“But, Nate, you don’t understand,” I start to say.
“That’s enough, Sienna.”
He takes me into the darkened room. It’s evening now in NYC. I’m pretty glad to not be in the park anymore, alone.
But Nate makes me nervous. The way he’s looking at me makes me nervous.
He takes me to the master shower.
“Get in,” is all he says.
I dare not defy him now. Not for second time. I can already tell I might’ve pushed Nate too far with my defiance.
He told me not run...and I did.
I’ve never seen Nate so angry, and it startles me.
I watch as he takes off his clothes. His large cock is mesmerizing in the low-level lighting of the room.
I stand for a minute, dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do.
Standing before me in all his bare glory is Nate.
He looks at me expectantly.
Inside I know I’m in trouble, but I’m just not sure how much of that trouble I can contain.
Each time with Nate gets a little more intense.
When he’s angry, things are damn near overwhelming.
“Get in, Sienna,” he says through clenched teeth.
Something about his demeanor tells me to obey.
I step out of my clothes, watching him the entire time.
There’s electricity and sparks and anger flying between us.
For once, I feel bad about running from Nate. He went out of his way to take me to my father’s funeral, and this is how I repaid him.
But I don’t think he quite understands a life of being someone’s prisoner. It’s pretty constrictive. I just had to get out.
I’m standing naked before him, vulnerable.
He doesn’t move towards me.
I want him to enfold me in his arms in a sweet caress and forgive me and say none of it matters. We can start over.
But I’m not naive enough to think I’ll get out of this without being punished. He’ll take me to the edge of bliss and then pull me back just before I come. He’ll tease and tantalize me and make me beg.
“Nate, I’m sorry. I realize now it was a stupid idea, okay? I just thought...” I say.
“I don’t care what you thought, Sienna. You know the ramifications of running away from me. I will not have it happen again.”
He guides me toward the shower.
I get in, feeling his eyes rake over me the entire time.
In truth, I need a shower. I’ve been in the city all day, walking around.
He turns the water on and makes it pretty warm. I stand under the rain-head shower, rinsing away all of my transgressions.
He gets in.
“Nathan,”
I continue, “I’m sorry. I see now that what I did was dumb. I can’t take it back.”
I hope to see a flicker of tenderness in his eyes, of forgiveness. But there’s nothing. Only cold, hard, darkness.
I let the water fall over my skin. He turns another faucet on, and then another.
Steam fills the room, and I breathe in deep, trying to prepare myself for what’s coming next.
He bends me over the marble bench.
I tremble.
“You were a bad girl, Sienna Rose. What’s it gonna take for you to learn not to run from me?”
He spreads my ass out and then runs the tip of his cock from my wetness to my asshole.
Fuck.
“I won’t run, Nate. Not ever,” I say, trying to control the fear in my voice.
“I know you won’t. Because you will remember this.”
I turn to see him stroking his giant member and then he says, “Finger yourself slut, or this is gonna hurt.”
I do what he says.
I run my hand along my body to my quivering pussy. I’m aching with need and want and fear of him.
He pushes the tip of his cock in my ass, and I cry out.
“Nathan, no, fuck.”
“This is what naughty girls get for defying their master.”
I finger my clit vigorously, but it does little to assuage the feel of him ripping me apart.
Heat mixes with adrenaline, and I can’t tell whether I want it or I hate it.
He pushes in deeper and says, “Call me ‘Daddy’. Say I’m your master.”
I hesitate.
He pushes in.
“Yes, Daddy, you’re my fucking master, and I want it.”
This spurs him on.
He thrusts deeply into me. I grab the slick marble to no avail. I’m feeling every inch of him just how he wants it.
“Are you ever gonna run from me again?” he asks, sliding even deeper.
“No, Sir. I promise. Never again.”
“Good,” he says, holding my hips.
He pulls me down on him and crashes into me all at the same time.
There’s no going back.
He’s cementing the fact that I’m his.
I’ll never try to run again.
Not for anything in the world.
He fucks me like this in the shower for what feels like forever. Pain entwines with pleasure, and I can’t tell which is which.
I let myself go.
I come for him a million times.
And he comes in me.
We are two souls combined.
We are eternal.
And I love him.
It’s love.
But I don’t say a thing.
Nate
I’ve come twice already.
Sienna, even more than that.
It’s not enough. I need to have her again.
My rock-hard cock longs to be in her. No woman has made me feel this way before. So carnal, so possessive.
She needs to be punished for making me feel like this. For fucking gripping my heart in a goddamn vise, and making me want nothing but her.
I loosen my grip on her wrists, long enough to grab the silk bed sheet. Then, I bind it around her hands and tie her to the headboard, smirking down at her the entire time.
She’s panting, looking up at me like I’m a feast to be had.
I feel the same fucking way, sweetheart.
She licks her lips and I claim them with my own in a searing kiss. My tongue thrusts its way through her parted lips, dancing with hers.
I put my hand at the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair at the base of her scalp.
I straddle her, placing my knees on both sides of her neck.
Pulling her head up, I command her, “Suck my fucking cock.”
Using her tongue, she circles the tip, drawing a low moan from the back of my throat.
I thrust my hips forward, shoving my cock in, inch by fucking inch.
She gags, so I pull back. Then I dive in again.
Her tongue caresses my shaft as I fuck her mouth, bracing myself with one hand on the headboard.
I watch her intently, getting even harder at the sight of her now crimson lips around my length.
“You’re so fucking good at that, Sienna…” I groan, leaning my head back.
It’s primal and husky all at once.
She’s so fucking sexy, even with tears running down the sides of her face.
Her mouth is so hot and welcoming, I feel like I could fucking explode any minute.
Instead, I pull out, letting her head fall back on the pillow.
The look in her eyes is questioning, but I kiss her to keep her quiet.
I drag my tongue down her jawline, lapping up salty tears, before continuing down her neck.
Sucking her collarbone, I leave a love bite, then another.
“You’re mine…mine, Sienna.”
My left hand gropes her tit, while my mouth finds the other. I take her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue before biting down hard enough to make her cry out.
“Say it…”
“I’m yours…” she pants.
“Louder!”
“I’m yours!” she arches her back, pushing her tit against my mouth.
I hungrily tease and bite at it while letting my left hand slide down her side.
I part her legs, stroking her clit with my thumb while I push two, then three fingers inside her.
“Nate!” she screams my name. “Oh my god!”
Her hips move against my fingers, rising to greet me every time I push them in.
She’s soaking wet and I can feel her juices running down my hand. I push her legs even further apart, and then sink down to bury my face in her cunt. I lap up all her juices, pushing my tongue in and out of her pussy to draw more out.
She’s writhing, screaming my name and trying her best to fuck my face. I’m loving every fucking minute of this.
“Greedy little thing you are,” I chuckle.
“Nate, please…”
“Please what?”
“I want you.”
“Want me to what?” I smile against her pussy, moving my tongue in lazy circles around her clit.
“I want you…Ah!” she gasps as I flick my tongue rapidly against her lovebud. “I want you in me!” she cries.
“How badly?”
“Please…”
“That doesn’t answer my question…” I run my eyes salaciously over her body as I get up on my knees.
“Bad…I need you so very bad!”
I’m more than happy to oblige.
I thrust into her, hard and deep, making her scream my name again.
Leaning down, I bite her neck and start thrusting mercilessly. Her tits are bouncing and the headboard is smacking the wall with each movement.
“Is that what you wanted?” I whisper in her ear, clamping my teeth on her earlobe.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she moans, her eyes connecting with mine.
It feels so fucking good to be inside her, but this goes so much deeper than lust.
I want to own her.
To pour all of my feelings into this punishment.
Abruptly, I stop.
She whines, drawing a chuckle out of me.
“Why’d you…”
I flip her over, hands still tied at the headboard, and lift her ass.
My hand comes down on her right cheek with a gratifying smacking sound. A red handprint blooms, a sign of my punishment.
“You’ve been such a naughty girl…” I say, smacking her again. “Running away from me…making me hunt you down.”
Her pussy clenches around my cock with each slap, making it even fucking harder.
She’s pushing back, touching the tip with her pussy.
I can’t see her face, but I can tell she’s begging for it.
“Ah-ah,” I pull back just enough.
“Please… fuck me, Nate.”
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�In a minute…” I lean down, biting her ass and giving it one last smack.
I lift her up even further, giving myself the perfect angle to drive down and deep.
Then I thrust in my cock all at once.
“Sienna…” I moan her name.
She’s so hot, wet and fucking perfect.
I grab her shoulder with one hand and wrap the other around to grab her tit. Pinching her nipple between my fingers, I move slowly.
I pull almost all the way out, before driving back in deep.
She cries out as she comes, her pussy convulsing tightly around my cock.
I can feel my climax building. The sweet throbs beckoning for release, but I hold back.
Not yet…
My cock rubs against her G-spot, and I slide my hand down to rub her clit.
“Nate, I can’t…” she protests.
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t come anymore…”
“Wanna bet?” I move my finger relentlessly over her clit, which is already swollen with want.
My cock’s all the way inside her, and I’m moving with shallow thrusts to stimulate her G-spot again.
She lets out a loud moan and her entire body shudders powerfully.
“I win.”
I push her hips down into the bed, fucking her harder. I’m building momentum, growing rougher, abandoning all self-control as her pussy tightens around me.
Threading my hand through her hair, I grab a handful and give one final thrust, driving myself as deep as I can.
I come.
Hard.
Then I collapse on top of her, resting for a moment before rolling off to the side.
I reach up to untie the sheet, letting her hands fall free.
She snuggles against my side, spent and satiated.
Little does she know…
I might be resting, but I’m nowhere near done with her.
She’s in for a long night.
Sienna
There’s no strength left in my knees.
My chest heaves with each ragged breath. My body occasionally jolts with pleasure as I come down.
Nate lies beside me, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips.
I’ve never come so hard or so often in my life, and he knows it.
I trace my fingers over his chest, absentmindedly drawing patterns. Nate looks so handsome in the dim lighting, with shadows flickering over his face and body.
I drink in the sight of him.
I wish I could stay forever in this moment—our naked bodies pressed up against each other, the smell of vanilla and sweat filling the room, my heart pounding in my chest, and ecstasy pulsing through my body.
