50

Sienna followed Damien to his basement after saying a brief hello to his mother. The woman always seemed to be rushing about with a phone glued to her ear. In all honesty, she was a little intimidating.

Damien's father was still out of town, spending most of his time in France since his company had opened a subsidiary out there and he needed to train the managers.

Once the pair were alone, Sienna began to feel a level of nervousness that didn't match the situation. She'd never experienced anything like this in her life. Even when alone with Adrian she had retained a modicum of self-confidence, safe in the knowledge that she could seduce the pants off him and had no other duties in her role as his slave.

With Damien it was different. There was immense pressure to please him not only physically but mentally and emotionally as well. He was smart, and sarcastic and funny and talented. How could she possibly entertain a mind like his?

'You're more than a bitchy bimbo,' she told herself, psyching herself up.

When Damien finally pulled off his hoodie, she saw he was wearing the sexy belt again—the one with the handcuffs attached—and wondered if she had factored into his fashion choice.

It was the hottest day of the year so far, and the humidity in the basement was almost unbearable.

"Let's go to my room instead. I can at least open a window," he said.

When they passed his mother again Sienna half expected her to say something like, 'keep the door open.'

She didn't.

Damien both closed and locked the door behind him.

The original Victorian window squeaked in the frame as he pushed it up, allowing a soft breeze to roll in. He flopped onto the bed and invited Sienna to join him.

The nerves returned as she crawled onto the bed, metal springs creaking in protest as she positioned herself beside him.

Music filled the room as he fiddled with his phone briefly, setting on the windowsill when he was done.

She didn't recognise the band.

"Who is this?" she asked.

"This is my sex playlist," Damien admitted with a cheesy grin. "I love this song. Ardent Anthem by Desa."

"You didn't put that one on my phone," she complained, enjoying it so far.

"It's not on Spotify," he explained. "You can find it on YouTube."

The singer wasn't especially great, but something about his lispy voice was incredibly sexy. She imagined him looking like Damien as she listened to the lyric that described sexual acts with poetic beauty.

"We don't have to have sex," Damien assured her. "I'm not hinting or—"

"So what you were telling me before...about BSDM," Sienna interrupted him. She ran her fingers over the metal of his handcuffs. "Do you want to show me what you meant?"

"Are you asking me to dominate you?" he asked. "Or do you want to take the reins?"

"I... I want you to do it," she said, looking up at him with big eyes.

He took her hands, securing them with care while smiling at her. It felt nothing like the way Adrian had treated her.

Once she was bound to his bed and completely at his mercy, she began to feel excited, more so as he removed her clothes and began to suck gently at her nipples. He planted gentle kisses down her belly, pulled her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh. She thought he was about to go down on her and desperately wanted it, writhing on the bed as he caressed her clit with his tongue.

Then he stopped, sat up and straddled her.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, please. Fuck me."

"You want my dick?" he asked.

She nodded. "Please, I want it. Please give it to me."

Sienna frowned as he got up from the bed, feeling the springs shift beneath her.

He looked down at her, his top lip curled up in disgust.

"Sienna," he said. "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last person on Earth."