by Pamela Ann
Sienna slowly took off her tiny sports bra, exposing those creamy orbs I idolized like no other. Licking her lips, she parted her legs, slowly rocking as she dipped low, almost to the ground and placed her hand against her mound, rubbing it, gradually, eyes not leaving mine. She then placed her hands on the sides of her breasts, pushing them together before she placed her back against my chest, straddling me, eyes meeting in the mirror. She gave me a seductive smile and then she closed her eyes, pushed her head against my shoulder then grinded and rocked on top of me, cock nestled in between her clothed ass cheeks as she moved purposely.
If she didn’t stop now, I was going to come all over her luscious ass. Like she knew what was going on inside my head, she stopped and swung her legs in the middle, in between mine as she started her hypnotizing moves. I groaned out loud when she started peeling her sweat pants off.
My hand immediately sought my strangled cock, jerking it with gusto as I watched her slowly move apart with no scrap of clothing. The candlelight gave her body a sultry, exotic glow. And those eyes, mind you, were truly exquisite.
Sienna leaned over, taking my tie off before she hung it on around her neck, hands tugging both ends as looked at me with hooded eyes and dipped lower again, legs splayed open, exposing to me her glorious cunt. Holy blasted hell! This was my woman! MINE. MINE. MINE. She was fucking perfect.
She gave me a teasing smile before she got on her knees and crawled towards the mirror, the one facing us, giving me a great view of her behind and her glistening folds. She stood up and leaned against the mirror, legs slightly apart and moved her body in an erotic wave, one hand gliding slowly across her breasts and then dipping it low between her legs, slowly touching herself.
Kill me now. “Sienna,” I rasped out, desperate.
My eyes jumped out of their sockets when she circled the tie a couple time around her knuckle, before she placed the luckiest tie in between her legs. Her other hand took hold of the other end of the tie before she swung her hips back and forth, rubbing it against her folds. I swallowed, all breath leaving me as I lusted after the sight of my life. “I need to soak my cock inside you, per favore. I’m dying, mi amore.”
My relief was evident when I saw her nod, stood up and handed my tie back before spinning around and placing her hands behind her hips. “Tie me,” Sienna commanded when I questioned her through my eyes.
“Fuck, woman. My cock is fevered for you,” I grounded out as I quickly bounded her wrists. There was nothing sexier than a woman who freely gave herself to the man she loved, giving him full control of her body.
Parting her legs with her butt out, she carefully leaned over, giving me enough leverage to enter her in one obliterating thrust. My cock surged forth into her heavenly hot, moist, glorious cunt. Sienna almost fell onto the ground from the impact, but my left hand held the bounded tie, so she became my puppet as I pushed her back up and rammed her harder.
“Do you like how my forceful cock is seizing your pussy? Desecrating it for my own great pleasure?”
Sienna groaned before dishing out demands. “More. I want to feel you come inside me, Blake. Pound me like you’re angry with me. Wreck your whore’s pussy. Destroy it before shattering into me.”
The feral beast in me emerged when she called herself my whore. Right then and there, I was forever enslaved to her. With a hard tug, Sienna was standing straight and then I got hold of her hips and placed both of my hands on the sides, gripping it hard.
“Is this want you’re demanding, my beautiful whore?” I bellowed before I snaked my left arm and tugged on her nipple as I smashed her mound harder than before. Leaving her pebbled nipple, my hand took hold of her neck and drove into her with profound, annihilating speed, with a goal of ambushing and assassinating her glorious cunny hole.
Our pleasured cries echoed throughout the room before we got locked down on our orgasms as I took her for another minute, giving her another orgasm before mine seized me completely, dispensing thick ropes after ropes of hot semen inside her womb.
“FUCK!” I snarled, losing it completely when her vaginal muscles tightened around my orgasming cock, tripling the earth-shattering sensation into euphoric divinity. “Jesus Christ!” I muttered with closed lids, shaking as I squirted a few more into her. Then, we collapsed on the chair, her sitting atop me, cock not dislodging from her channel.
Sienna twisted her head, arresting my lips against hers, melding us into one. Our hearts beating, breathing, living as one, as a whole, as a fitted puzzle. I had never felt so content in my life.
“I love you,” I whispered, eyes boring into her, giving her everything that I was and all I could ever be, endlessly.
“You’re mine, Knightly.” Sienna kissed me with possessiveness, making sure I got the message loud and clear. “I love you.” She kissed me again, gently biting on my bottom lip. “I love you.” Her hands were tugging on the hair on the back of my head, fierce. “I fucking love you!” she declared, grounding her pussy down on my growing shaft inside her.
I smiled, thinking that she was just as crazy as I was.
Twenty-seven
Sienna
“Give me five minutes then I’ll be ready to leave.” I rushed past Gareth, trying to hunt down where I left my summer mock-ups for design class that were due today.
“Miss Sienna?” I could hear Gareth come towards me.
“Shit,” I muttered when I didn’t find anything in the living room. Where in the world did I leave them?
Gareth cleared his throat before he moved right before me. His usual friendly calm demeanor, gone. I raised my brow, wondering before he voiced his thoughts. “I’m not quite too sure if going to your classes today would be wise. I have to call Mr. Knightly and see what he says first.”
My skin prickled. My stomach dropped. I knew what was behind his attitude. Something happened and he was reluctant to tell me why. “Tell me. I can handle it.”
“After the last delivery you got in Mayfair the last time, Mr. Knightly ordered me to check every single thing before handing them to you. I know the first one was overlooked because for some reason, the delivery person didn’t go through the lobby like the normal delivery person would do. He parked underground and took the stairs.”
Okay, I didn’t know this either. “Thanks, but what’s the delivery now? A dead cat?” The image that flashed in my head almost made me hurl. I truly despised blood.
Gareth shook his head. “You got flowers. I believe it’s your favorite one since Mr. Knightly always brings you the same kind almost everyday. It came with gifts.”
Who was the sicko behind these twisted mind games? Why couldn’t she just come out of her hiding and fight it out with me. I swear, I wouldn’t back down even if she was buffed out like Xena, the warrior princess. This whole stupid thing was seriously messing with my head. It was disrupting the future I had with Blake and it’s disconcerting.
Who was she? I wondered, running through the list of women in my head. “Show them to me.”
“We should call Mr. Knightly first.”
I had a better idea. “Why don’t you call him while I look at these presents.”
Gareth agreed as I moved towards the kitchen table, where everything was located.
When I was about to open the box, Edward, the head of security, came running towards me.
“Do not touch that without gloves. There could be evidence; finger prints or any clue that could lead us to solve this ungodly tantrum of a scorned ex-lover,” Edward muttered when he said scorned ex-lover.
I was sure he was getting sick of this merry-go-round of games, but the culprit had been hiding and hadn’t attempted anything after the second delivery I had in Mayfair. I was almost positive with Blake purchasing this new home and our recent engagement; it triggered these creative gifts my way.
“Edward, do you guys have any suspects yet?” I asked calmly, not wanting to show any emotions in regard to this annoyance.
“There’s been a development
today. I’m not sure if I should be the one to tell you. Maybe the boss will tell you himself when he gets back from the office.” Edward’s pale blue eyes eyed me with concern, looking almost sorry for me.
“I’m not a little girl. I can handle it. Besides, this is my life. I deserve to know.” I was going to see what was in these boxes, come hell or high water.
“Sorry, Miss Sienna. Truly, I am. You just look so young—and something about you reminds me of my daughter. She died so young after Leukemia.” He paused, looking more of a concerned father than head of my security.
Edward was what? Forty? Forty-five? He must’ve had the baby so young then. “I’m sorry about your child. I heard losing them is the hardest thing a parent can ever go through.”
“It is.” He sighed, contemplating if he should show them to me or not. “I need to check on these, anyway. I suppose you could just stand right here and promise not to touch a thing.”
I held up my hand, promising, “Scouts honor.”
He nodded; now back into his roughened, hardcore persona. “All right then.”
Edward took his gloves out, scrutinizing everything before he deemed it was time to open the parcels.
The first box contained a picture in a cemetery with an empty plot. There was a large red x on it with a large indication “to be buried here” with a dead rat hanging off its tail, blood dripping from its throat.
The second present had a picture of me in a gown, with frame measurements from head to foot, my width and weight. Underneath it was a picture of a white coffin, attached with measurements that matched mine.
The third box had an eight-by-ten picture. The picture itself brought goosebumps out. It was a photo with the same burial plot in the cemetery, but now it had a marble tablet.
Sienna Richards
1992-2013
Died on June 28thof 2013
An orphan. Unloved. Alone.
“You live and die a filth. Rest well, in hell.”
“Son of a mother fucking bitch!” Edward cursed, dropping the picture.
“Wow,” I whispered, swallowing what was left in my parched throat. “Someone is seriously keen for me to die, huh?” I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t muster even a fake or forced one.
Today was the twenty-seventh. Tomorrow, someone was planning to end me, my life.
“I’m sorry, but you cannot leave the house until this is solved,” he informed me, worry evident on his face.
I nodded my head as I walked away, wanting the solitude of the bedroom. Walking down the hall, I got a text from Lucy.
Love, I forgot my keys inside the flat. I locked myself out. Would you be a dear and let me borrow yours? I’m still in class, so we can meet at the café outside school or in the flat. I’m off at three. Sorry, things have been so out of order and my mind is all over the place.
I smiled, even in my depressed state. It was so her to forget her keys again.
Okay, meet you back at the flat. Hope you’re doing better. Love you.
Lucy replied almost immediately.
I will be.
She then added a massive smiley face on it.
Well, I hope she could finally move on now that Toby was married and expecting a baby, but judging by the looks I caught them sharing a couple of times, I doubt it will be anytime soon.
Lucy was an idiot to let him walk down the aisle. She had her chance. It was waving and jumping at her face, but she took the cowards way out and ran out of there the second she didn’t get her way.
I was sitting on the bed, thinking, when the door was yanked open and Blake stormed in, furious. “Blake!”
“Are you all right?” He strode to my side, instantly sat next to me and scooped me into his arms, holding me tight.
“I’m fine, but at the moment, I can’t breathe. You’re squeezing me.” I faced him, giving him a small smile. I didn’t like seeing him like this. He worried too much for me.
If I was going to die tomorrow, I know I’d go happy because of this man. He made me whole again. “Thank you, for everything you’ve done for me.”
His eyes stormed. “Don’t you fucking dare thank me, Sienna! You’re not saying any of these good-byes crap because there’s no need for it. There’s still time to catch this person.”
Maybe, but I wasn’t hopeful. This person was too smart and too ahead of everything for us to catch her. “I was thanking you, there’s nothing wrong with that.” I kissed his lips, trying to calm him down. For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes. I didn’t like that at all. “I love you, Blake Knightly.”
“Don’t. Please,” he murmured against my neck, wracked with pain.
“Don’t you have to work? I know that there’s an important annual conference meeting about to start in two hours.” I tried to see his face, but he was attached to my neck.
“I know. I wanted to just stay here with you and tried to cancel it, but they weren’t willing to accommodate that request since a lot of them flew in from different continents.” Blake sighed heavily.
“This sucks, doesn’t it?” I tried to laugh it off, but failed to even crack it.
“Come lie with me. I just want to hold you.” Blake got us into bed, on our sides, faces close to each other. He was studying me with sad eyes.
My hand reached out, fingers tracing his brow, to the sides of his face and to his lips. “You should get going soon.”
“I’ll leave in an hour and half. I’m sure they won’t mind if I’m a few minutes late.” Blake took hold of my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. “You take my breath away, cara.” He kissed my hand.
For the entire time, he just held me. He didn’t even try to cop a feel, kiss or did anything sexual. Blake simply was there, loving me.
“I love you.” He kissed my forehead, my nose then and a subtle kiss to my lips. “Per sempre, mi amore.”
“Go, so you can get back to me quicker!” I pulled his face closer, kissing him with all my heart. “I’ll be waiting.” I kissed him one more time before whispering the words.
~S~
The presents I got earlier were now turned in to the police to be investigated. So far, nothing came up. I didn’t expect much. I knew it would turn out the same.
At two in the afternoon, I approached Gareth about Lucy’s key. I knew I wasn’t allowed to leave, but with him tagging along, I could very well get away with it.
After almost thirty minutes of pestering him and Edward, they finally relented. It was already half past three when we got to Covent Garden. I was in such a hurry to get to Lucy and thought Gareth was right behind me when I crossed the street, towards my apartment building. That’s when a black, heavy tinted sports car charged right towards me. I saw that it wasn’t slowing down to let me cross to the other side and the heavy choking-feeling was now back. It took a second for the realization to hit me before I managed to move on the side, avoiding the demonic car as it zoomed past me, just as I heard Gareth yelling my name to move.
“Fuck!” I yelped from the pain on my foot. The car was too fucking close that it managed to run over my foot.
I was in the middle of the street. About to limp to the other side when I heard gears shifting. I nervously looked up, seeing the same car; the red brake lights caught my eye. It took a few seconds before it went in reverse at full speed. The loud screech of tires and the smoke it produced paralyzed me on the spot.
I was going to die right now, the thought flashed in my mind as the red lights got bigger before my very eyes.
I wanted to move, but my feet were rooted on the spot, heavy. It was like everything zoned in and all I could see and hear was the car while my heart batted against my chest in slow motion. My breaths shallow as I watched the car about to hit me.
“Move, Sienna!!!” Gareth yelled, launching himself to push me to the curb, hitting my head with it before blacking out.
Twenty-eight
Blake
The moment I saw Edward striding towards the boardroom, interrupting the
meeting, with a hard look in his eyes, I shot out of my seat. “Where is she?” I yelled at him, hushing the rest of the room.
“There’s been an accident. She has a concussion and is in the hospital. Heavily medicated, but is well, sir,” Edward rushed out, giving me the important details.
I loosened my tie, trying to breathe before I faced my grandfather, who was always present in these meetings. “I have to go.”
My grandfather nodded, standing up before he gave me a strong hug. “Don’t leave her side until she’s well. I need my great grandchildren soon. Don’t slack off with your duties. Go!” He gave me the hand gesture and shooed me out of the room.
