"Yes," I answered without glancing at him. "Fetchherand bring her to the club." By her, he knew who I meant.
Sienna Vitalio, my new plaything.
Sienna Vitalio was an obsession that crept up on me without notice, and by notice, I meant that this was the first time it was happening. Nothing ever caught me off guard, but she did. I had only ever meant to switch up my sexual life when I set up a profile on the dating site. I grew bored of fucking women who were too eager, too pleasing, and sought to hunt for something different.
Something drew me to her when I decided she was going to be my prey, the innocence in her doe brown eyes spoke volumes of how she had managed to fool the world into believing that she was the perfect little dove with unruffled feathers, yet a predator like me could see right through her and knew that she waswaiting for the right dose of darkness to consume her. Like she was waiting on me to barge into her life and dominate her.
I wasn’t prepared for how taken I was by her, how intensely she consumed me. Her wild scent, like delicate jasmine, caught amid thorns. The way her pulse quickened every time she sensed that I was about to do something deliciously painful to her, the way her porcelain skin was easily bruisable, her plump, juicy lips that parted without warning and her fucking body that looked like it was molded by Aphrodite herself, perky tits, sweet little cunt that made cock so fucking greedy, and her round ass that looked like it was made just for me.
I never fucked a woman twice. It wasn’t my thing to do.
But even after having Sienna in different positions that night, I couldn’t get enough of her. I was so fucking high on her, so much so that I trailed her after night, got on a plane I knew she would be on even though it heightened my chances of being discovered, and I stalked her ever since then. I didn’t know what fascinated me that much. I shouldn’t have kept up with her movements or immersed myself in her life to the point that I knew where she was right now.
She had to pay for catching the attention of the devil. I hated her for consuming me. I wasn’t willing to let her have so much power over me. The last thing I needed was letting my emotions cloud my judgment, so if I had to fuck her out of my system a million times to let her go, I would.
I texted my chauffeur to bring the car out front, and then I headed out of the building and drove down to the club.
Club X was a downtown sex club, quaint and luxurious, and not well known. Whenever I wanted to unwind, I’d come here to drown in the pleasure it had to offer. After I left the main space, I went down to my suite. Every exclusive member owned a suite here, and as far as I knew, there weren't many to go around.
The minimalistic yet exquisite, dimly lit room materialized before me as I let myself in. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, undoing my cuffs and rolling my sleeves to my elbow. A soft knock sounded at my door, and I stiffened softly as her magnetic presence whisked itself into the room.
The liquid thickened around my throat, increasing its scorching burn when I laid eyes on her. Her brown eyes sucked me in like some sick form of hypnotism, my cock twitching in my pants when I saw her visibly swallow.
My gaze unraveled around her slim-thick frame that did justice to the uniform she was clad in. A navy-blue dress that stopped at her knees yet hugged every sinful inch of her body. Her black stilettos added more inches to her height, but even from where I was standing, devouring her with my eyes, I knew I’d be towering over her frame if she came any closer.
I knocked back the rest of my drink.
"I do not appreciate being summoned after I just got off a sixteen-hour shift," she quipped sassily at me, eliciting a frown from me.
"Come here," I commanded.
Her confident look faltered, giving away that desire I knew all too well. She approached me, her wild scent teasing me when she was in proximity. I growled, wrapping my arm around her waist, tugging her into me.
"What did I say about our rules?" My voice was low yet menacing.
Her bold red lips twitched. "I will serve you, relinquish control to you, and let you use me however you see fit."
I grabbed her throat. "So why are you trying to disobey me?"
A moan slipped from her, revealing how much she was a slut for this degrading, wicked treatment.
"Strip," I ordered. "Leave your heels on while you are at it."
She slowly undressed like she was taking her sweet, delicious time to torture me. Her tits spilled from their confines when she undid her bra. The sight made my dick strain against my slacks, causing my blood to burn so hard until lust clouded my vision. I wanted to pounce on her immediately when she slipped out of her panties, but I tamed my desires, biding my time like the predator that I was.
"Get on the bed." My husky voice was tinted with lust.
The erotic sight of her sitting up on the bed with her knees bunched up and her legs spread wide made me stifle a groan. Her tits were heavy, tipped with rock-hard nipples that looked enticing as hell as her chest heaved. Her glistening pussy was bare to my hungry view.
I crossed over to the bedpost, reaching for the cuffs and securing her wrists. My lips almost twitched when she tried to move her legs after I secured it—the spreader bar only widened her legs, making her cheeks heat at the thought of being overly bare before me.
"Are you going to hurt me?" She bit her lip.
"Very much." Her eyes flashed with fear, but she tried to hide the desire underneath. "And you are going to love every depraved bit of it."
I got on the bed, nestling between her widely spread legs. My index finger delicately tilted up her chin, so that her eyes could meet mine. She tried to hold my gaze, but her cheeks wouldn't stop burning, and I could feel how much our proximity affected her.
I trailed my finger down her jaw, reaching to pinch a nipple. She shuddered, wanting to suppress her moan, probably not appear desperate, but it betrayed her.
