FOUR
River
The next few weeks went by on fast-forward, and Sienna fit in at the shop just like she’d always been there.
Dev had taken her under her wing, and they’d soon formed this little girl-power group of two that half irritated me when they rode my ass and talked about redecorating the shop, and half made me smile because it was good for Dev to have a girlfriend. I had a feeling it was good for Sienna too.
She didn't seem to have a great home life, her eyes usually downcast and a little dark when she came in in the morning.
I’d been biting my tongue about bringing her back to my place, but the only thing that stopped me was crossing the line too soon. Sienna was special. Something down deep and dark inside her pulled me, made me want to protect her, to claim her as mine, and to vow to cover her in kisses every fucking day for the rest of my days.
My patience snapped the afternoon I walked in from lunch and found some skinny excuse for a guy chatting up my girl.
Hip resting against the counter, leaning in, eyes looking her up and down like he wanted to pull up her dress and shove his dick in places it didn’t belong.
“Here for a tattoo?” I nodded curtly as I walked up, assessing him with my eyes.
I brushed against Sienna, her eyes darting up to meet mine, a small smile forming on her lips.
“This is Cade. We graduated together. Haven’t seen him since my senior year, and he was wondering if you had a walk-in appointment available?”
“Don’t do walk-ins,” I barked, probably too short. But I didn’t give a fuck if this guy ever set foot in my shop again, his eyes on Sienna was not working for me. In fact, I was barely restraining the urge to pummel him, fists clenching at my sides as I gritted my teeth and turned away. “Call for an appointment.”
“Can’t I make one now with Sienna?” Christ, his voice was still squeaky. She didn’t like this guy, did she? Fuck, don’t even tell me she’d dated him.
“Calls only.” I stalked around the desk and opened the door wide to show him out. “Booked out a few months at least, may want to find another artist.” I added a half snarl on the end, just for good measure.
He glanced back at Sienna for a second before nodding at me. “Thanks.”
I turned, eyes locked on Sienna’s. Her eyes widened when she saw me stalking toward her, a frown turning her face when my hand locked with hers.
I pulled her alongside me back to the piercing room, closing and locking the door behind me. “Bend over.” Pulling out the chair, I plopped down, knees spread, and patted my lap. “Bend over.”
“What?” The small gasp that fell from her lips made me want to pull her hair and shove my tongue down her throat.
“Didn’t like the way he was looking at you, and I sure as hell didn’t like the way you were getting so friendly with him.”
“Friendly? You mean doing my job?”
“Bend over, Sienna. I’m punishing you for even looking at another man.”
Her eyes turned dark before she breezed across the floor, smiling at me once before she bent over my lap and flipped the skirt of her dress in the air.
My cock pounded like a fucking freight train in my jeans when the round curve of her lush ass was revealed in cheeky goddamn underwear. “You’re getting another spanking for wearing these underneath this skirt. Fuck, what happens when you're bent over cleaning?”
“I don’t clean like a hooker, River!”
I arched one eyebrow, sliding a palm over her warm skin and enjoying the silky-soft flesh against mine. “It’s taking everything in me not to drill you into the wall right now. You can’t wear this fucking stuff around me.” I snapped the elastic, causing a soft breath of air to expel past her lips. With a mix of adrenaline and lust, I yanked the panties down her ass and landed the first smack on her cheek. The smooth flesh wiggled, making an actual groan burn past my lips. “Fuck, seeing you bent over my knee drives me goddamn insane for you, Sienna.”
I landed another swift crack on her lower cheek, smiling when the imprint of my hand pinked up her skin almost instantly.
“I should tattoo my initials on your skin, a reminder that you're mine. Would you like that?”
She squirmed, hips jerking against mine with every smack. I landed another two on the other cheek in quick succession, my heart hammering, blood forcing its way out of my head and steeling my cock.
This woman unraveled me one beautiful moment at a time.
“Nothing drives me crazier than seeing you talk to another man, Sienna.” I swatted her again, this time harder, her ass turning a deeper shade of crimson.
“You like my hands on your skin? Leaving my mark? Branding you so you won’t be able to sit down for a week?”
“Oh God, River…” She squirmed, ass lifting in the air as if to meet my palm.
“Mmm.” I smacked her again. “So pretty when you’re begging for me. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to spank me again, River.”
“I need the magic words, doll face.”
She paused, my cock bitching against my zipper and clamoring for her attention. The woman had driven me crazy since the second I’d laid eyes on her. I’d been dreaming about her right here, ass up over my knee.
“Please spank me, River.”
She said the magic words, and I landed three more quick smacks on her ass cheeks before I soothed away the pain with my palm.
“Look so fucking pretty with my hands marking you up.” I slid a finger through the soaked folds of her glistening cunt. “Smell pretty too.”
I sank a finger into her body, enjoying the way she squirmed and humped against my hand, soft little sighs on her lips.
“This greedy little pussy can’t get enough of me, can it?”
She shook her head, teeth clamped down on her full bottom lip.
“Say it, Sienna.”
“My pussy is soaked for you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I went home last night and made myself come thinking about your hands all over my body.”
Jesus fucking hell.
“You don’t know what those words do to me,” I growled at her ear, clamping down on the lobe as I slipped another finger into her hot pussy. She writhed over my lap, my fingers fucking her hard and fast as I whispered into her ear. “I want to see that pretty cunt come again. I want your fuck juice all over my hand, pretty girl. I want every fucker around to know this…” I slid in my third finger “…is mine. Hands between your legs and make yourself come. I want to see it.”
She nodded quickly, one hand shoving between her knees and latching on to her cute little clit. I fucked her with my fingers, letting her ride my hand as her digits swirled and massaged that little bud.
“Come for me, Sienna. Show me how hot my hands on you makes this sweet cunt.”
Her legs began a slow shake, muscles tensing as her free hand gripped at my thigh. Her moans grew into a chorus of soft cries when her pussy walls shuddered around my fingers, and she came in a gush all over my hand. Her chest heaving, her legs shaking, she came down from her high right over my knee, right where she belonged.
“Fuck, you look beautiful with your ass all red, pussy coming in waves around my fingers.” I nipped at her ear, easing my fingers out of her before thrusting them into my mouth and licking them clean. “Breakfast of champions.”
“Oh my God.”
“You should get used to saying that.”
“I don’t even have words for what just happened.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you about the punishment.” I pulled her panties up her thighs, sliding them into place, and covering her ass with the dress.
She stood, and I snagged her behind the knees, pulling her to me so my forehead was pressed against her chest.
“Have to say, I was thinking you’d do your worst, but that was…”
“Not good? Because I have to say, from this angle, you looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
“Oh, it was good.” Her cheeks reddened a little more. “But I was kinda expecting the piercings.”
My grin deepened. “Fuck, yes.”
I launched out of the chair, pulling her with me to the table that held all the freshly sterilized tools. “Lie back.”
“Wait, seriously?”
“Don't tease me, Sienna.” I grinned, lifting her shirt over her head. “You want to be pierced, right?”
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you’d—”
“Guess that will teach you to stop assuming. You want me to take off your bra?”
The flush reddened her chest, making me desperate to see the creamy flesh encased in that lacy black bra.
“Do the honors.” She smiled sweetly at me.
I shook my head, cock about burning a fucking hole through my jeans as I reached behind her, unclasping the fabric. She let it fall into her lap, and my eyes landed on the dark raspberry shade of her pert little nipples.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect I don’t want to ruin you.”
Her smile widened as she lay back on the reclined table. “You already have.”