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.