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As Sienna lay in her bed, she couldn't get Adrian out of her mind. She kept replaying the sex in her head; him pushing her up against the wall and pulling up her skirt. The way he'd encased her hands in his, pressing them flat on the wall as he’d leaned over and bitten down on her earlobe.

He'd fucked her so hard she was sore after, and although she hadn't finished at the time, thinking about it had given her more orgasms than she could count. Every time she thought about it her hands would find their way back into her panties.

She was about to please herself again when her phone chimed.

"Get here in five minutes," it read.

"Oh, shit," Sienna muttered, rolling over so fast she tripped on her duvet and fell out of the bed.

With no spare minutes to find a decent outfit she pulled on the closest clothes—the exercise pants and top she'd just worn to the gym. At least she looked hot in her gym clothes, even if they did smell a tad funky.

She didn't stop to tell her mother she was nipping out, just shot out of the door and dashed to Scarlett's house. It was a twelve-minute walk, and with just over three minutes remaining she was confident she could make it if she sprinted the entire way. Her legs were short and slim but powerful.

She smiled down at her phone as she arrived, just making it. Sam waved hi to her as she let herself in and made her way up the stairs to Adrian's room.

As she entered, bending over with her hands between her knees, he looked down at his digital clock and tutted. She was now a minute late.

"I was on time," Sienna insisted. "I couldn't exactly run up the stairs like a lunatic."

She took a breath, panting as he gave her a cold look.

"Not good enough. Go home," he said.

"I'm sorry, I tried my best," Sienna whined.

"Actually, I'm still horny. You can suck me off before you go," he said. "Get on your knees."

He didn't have to ask twice.

Sienna fell to her knees and pulled out his dick as he grabbed a handful of her hair.

"Spit on it," he said.

Sienna tried her best to conjure up saliva, but her mouth was so dry from running without a break for water.

He tutted, tilted her head back by yanking on her hair and spat into her mouth a couple of times. She used it as lubrication as she sucked his dick, the mixture of saliva and precum smearing her lips and face. Every so often he would pull her head back and spit onto the tip of his cock and her mouth.

'Well this is new,' Sienna thought. No guy had ever had a problem with her blowjob skills in the past. She figured it was a ploy to humiliate her, as with the blueberries at school.

When he came, he pulled so tightly on her hair that she saw bright white stars dancing behind her eyes.

"Now kiss my feet and apologise for being late," he demanded.

Though she didn’t think she had been late, Sienna still obeyed, lowering her head and kissing each foot. It reminded her of the time she'd sucked on his toes and led her to wonder if he had a foot fetish.

'Foot fetish, spitting fetish,' Sienna thought. 'I wonder if he has any more.'

She wanted to know everything about him. If she understood all of his kinks, she could better please him.

"I'm sorry I was late, Sir," she said, staring up at him with big eyes and trying to be as sexy as possible.

"Okay, you can go now," he said curtly. "But I'm going to text you at some point during the night and I expect you to answer within thirty seconds. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." She nodded.

"If you fail in this task, you will no longer be my slave," he said.

Sienna swallowed away her fear and nodded. She would stay up all night if she had to. Failing him wasn't an option.

"Okay, off you trot," he slapped her on the bum and practically threw her out of the bedroom.

As she got to the bottom of the stairs, Sam bumped into her again.

"You off already?" she asked with a confused frown.

"Yeah, erm, I was just dropping a book off," Sienna lied. Admitting she had popped over to suck her stepson's dick then leave straight after didn't seem like a good move.

As she smiled and turned to leave, Sam called her back.

"Sienna? He is treating you alright?" she asked in a hushed tone, glancing up the stairwell.

"Yeah, of course," Sienna said without giving it pause for thought. "Why?"

"No reason." Sam frowned and shook her head as though she was being silly or imagining things. "Just making sure. I know what teenage boys are like."

"Well—" Sienna rolled her eyes and laughed. She didn't want to make out he was being too nice to her. It wouldn't be realistic.

She left the house, feeling chilly in just her vest as she walked home. Her sweat from the earlier run cooled and dried to her body, making her uncomfortable.

'Great, now I need a shower,' she thought. She jumped in the shower keeping her phone on the towel rack in case Adrian summoned her. It felt odd, being at his beck and call, but not in a bad way. There was a sense of never quite being apart from him, which made her feel loved and wanted.

‘And not so alone.’

She took a towel from the drying rack, dried herself off and took her phone to her room, cradling it as though it were precious. Even though she turned the volume to full, it probably wasn't loud enough to wake her from a deep sleep.

'I'll have to stay awake,' she realised.

Her twelve-year-old brother usually had a stash of energy drinks hidden under his bed. She decided to sneak in and check, but he rolled over and turned the light on.

"Why are you creeping about in my room?" Wayne asked.

"Do you have any energy drinks?" she asked him.

"No," he huffed.

"Oh, come on, I know you do," Sienna wheedled. "I'll buy you a whole case tomorrow. I swear."

"And some of that fire gum?" he bargained, sitting up in his bed with a hopeful grin.

"Sure, anything you like, just hand 'em over," she agreed.

"Under my shoe boxes in the wardrobe," he conceded, giving up his hiding place.

Sienna smiled. Wayne was annoying at times, but he was a good kid. Like her youngest brother Ethan, he was adopted. Her mother had adopted the boys a couple of years before breaking up with her Dad, meaning Sienna was expected to babysit and help take care of them in her Dad's absence. Not that Dad had been around much when he was living with them, with working 60 or more hours a week plus taking the time to cheat on her Mum.

"Thanks, kiddo," she said, ruffling his hair as she grabbed a couple of cans and retreated to her room.

Opening her laptop, she decided to watch a series her friends had recommended—one about vampires and werewolves. Honestly, it wasn't her thing, but Tamara and Rose were always talking about it and she felt left out of their conversations.

The show surprised her by grabbing her interest from the first scene. The main character, a dark and broody vampire type, reminded of her so much of Adrian.

As she watched episode after episode, Sienna began to yawn. She picked up the last can of energy drink and shook it gently, feeling a dreg of liquid swirl around the base of the can. After downing the last of the now flat and foul-tasting liquid she stared down at her phone.

"When are you going to message?" she muttered to herself, feeling her eyelids become heavy.

At 4am the message finally appeared. It shocked Sienna to the point she dropped her phone and had to scramble to pick it up.

"You have 30 seconds to reply with yes sir," the message read.

Sienna typed the words with shaking hands and hit send.

She waited, heart thudding, to see if there would be another reply but nothing appeared in her inbox.

Finally able to sleep, she found she couldn't. Her heart was beating too fast.

'At least I succeeded,' she smiled to herself.

It was almost 5am by the time she finally drifted off.