Sienna
Nate is showing me how good it feels to be bad.
He’s showing me how to submit.
The last time we slept together might’ve been magical, but this is taking my fucking breath away.
Nate has turned into a much darker person than I thought.
I feel afraid of him—and yet also intrigued. The way he handles my body brings up such intensity that I hardly know how to contain it.
More than anything, I realize my mistake in trying to run away from him. He caught me like he always does.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t try again and again and again.
I might be falling for him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get home.
He can’t keep me here forever.
But I voice none of my concerns. Something tells me that Nate’s not open to hearing any of it. And so I make my silent plans in my head and let him continue to seduce and torment me.
“Good fucking girl,” he’s saying. “Now you know what happens when you defy your master.”
I know in my heart that he’s right.
He’s my master.
I’m becoming a slave to him. He picks me up limply from the floor and lays me out on his oversized bed. I turn over and curl into a ball, gripping the sheets all the while.
My body’s sore and trembling from the tension and excitement.
I can hardly comprehend what I’ve just been through. I can hardly comprehend my feelings for him.
“Nate,” I whisper.
“I’m not done with you yet, Sienna,” he says darkly.
I shiver to think that I’m in for more.
He pulls me by the ankles and slides me over to him at the edge of the bed. Somehow, he’s still rock-fucking-hard.
A deep ache forms within my belly as I think about him. I want him still. Even after all of this, I want more.
He spreads my legs wide, and soon, I feel his hot mouth on my pussy. He teases my clit and sucks all the juices. He fucking devours me.
I know I’m the only thing on the menu for him. Now and forever.
He slides a couple of fingers deep inside me and massages my G-spot as he flicks his tongue on my clit.
It doesn’t take long for me to submit, to come.
I fall into the edge of the abyss as I have done before with Nathan. But this time, it’s different. This unspoken connection between us, this unspoken language—it’s all culminating in this moment.
He has me at my most vulnerable, my most exposed.
There’s no hiding from him anymore. I know that, from this night on, I’ll be his in a new way, a way that holds much more meaning.
“Oh god, Nathan, fuck yeah,” I say, grabbing the sheets and the pillows—anything to stabilize my world again.
The climax rocks through my body.
He pulls up and trails kisses along my stomach, my breasts, and finally, on my mouth where I taste my own essence on him.
He kisses me with passion.
He kisses me tenderly.
He kisses me like never before.
As always with Nate, there are many layers. It’s not just surface level with us. It goes much deeper than that.
And he’s made me more aware of this tonight.
“You understand what just happened here, right?” he asks.
I shake my head. I don’t understand. I know it’s something nameless.
“You just submitted to me, Sienna, in all ways that are possible. I’m constantly gonna demand this from you over and over again. You’re mine.”
He gazes into my eyes, and I want to break away. His stare into my soul is too much.
I’m too much. All of this is too much.
But I bravely try to keep his gaze.
He stares at me like he’s staring into a bottomless ocean. He looks at me like he sees so much inside of me, things I don’t even see myself.
Things have definitely shifted between Nate and me.
“You ready for more?” he says, smiling.
“Yes,” I say in what is barely above a whisper.
He gets a lascivious look on his face and spreads me wide again.
But this time, his intentions for me are different. I watch wide-eyed as he teases my entrance with his thick cock.
Every time I see him, I wonder how I’m going to take it.
He stares at me deeply the entire time as he slides into me, inch by miraculous inch.
He knows he’s killing me with this. He knows that, physically and emotionally, I’m his. He has a psychological hold on me. It’s something that goes back years.
Nate has always been the guy, the one for me.
And having him express that to me with his body is a whole new level.
“You good?” he asks me.
I spread my legs farther apart, trying to accommodate him. It never works.
He’s always too much for me to handle. And it’s just enough all at once.
“I’m good,” I say, trying to breathe through it.
He thrusts into me slowly as he bends over and meets me with a kiss. His mouth tastes like something, his own brand of masculinity.
It causes endorphins to spread through my body. I want him. I want this.
But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a lot to take in. Nate demands submission from me in a way that no other man possibly could.
I don’t feel safe with anyone else.
I feel safe with him.
And despite my situation, being his prisoner or whatever, I know I can trust him. And it’s the strangest thing.
He slides into me deeply, our eyes locked the entire time. This is love. But I don’t say it.
He kisses me. And he slides into me.
Slowly, I’m able to open up and take him in as much as I can.
Yeah, it hurts. But what is pleasure without some pain?
Nate’s my first and my only.
My fantasy guy.
My first crush.
But now, all of that is fading into the background as I realize the power of this moment.
The magnitude of devotion coming from him startles me.
I keep his gaze, and he kisses me. I kiss him back.
All the while I’m thinking, How can you do this, Sienna? How can you survive the intensity?
Nate fucks me slowly like this into the night.
He comes hard, and so do I.
He whispers sweet nothings in my ear. He sleeps curled around my body, an ever-present shield. He protects me even in slumber.
In the end, all I know is that I’ve entered an unknown world, a world of darkness and shadows, but I have nothing to fear.
Nate is my guide.