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“Your beautiful cunt is wet, Sienna. For me.” I pull the soaked, thin lace to the side, revealing a slick, glistening pussy.

“Do you trust me in this moment?”

“Yes.” Sultry. Needy. No hesitation.

Good girl.

My hand finds the little red object in my pocket, and I smirk whenI think about the rest of tonight. The sweet fucking torture.

“What—” Sienna's words die a sweet death as I roll the red egg-shaped device between her folds, ample lubrication as my thumb slips it inside her while I rub her clit with my forefinger.

She makes my favorite sound, the mewl wrapping around me like a fucking warm blanket. I squeeze her hard little nub and then pull away, getting up and pulling the material of her g-string back in place.

Sienna bolts upright just as Yvonne walks in, her face flushed and confused.

“So. Let's get you dressed then. We don’t have much time,” Yvonne says, laughing as she looks between Sienna and me before shaking her head and walking off toward the row of dresses at the back of the changing room.

“Damon, what about the thing?” I look at her blankly, her eyes blinking rapidly as she looks down towards her groin and then back at me. Fuck, she is adorable.

“It stays where I put it. I have the remote with me.” I pat my jacket pocket, her eyes wide in shock.

“Remote? What remote? Why does it have a remote?”

“You will see later. Now get dressed before we are late.” And with that, I walk away, smirking as she hisses out my name repeatedly before I disappear around the corner.

Thankfully, I could conduct most of my business on my phone, or else the hour waiting would be torture. I can’t wait to see Sienna all dressed up, knowing what lies beneath.

The chatter of female voices behind me as I wrap up a conversation with Jordan, head of my IT department, draws my attention from the street outside to a view scorched into my eyeballs for eternity.

Sienna looks like an angel. A fucking goddess sent from the heavens to destroy my black soul.

Her red hair is braided on the sides and curled at the bottom, cascading down her back. The pleated red asymmetrical dress she wears just covers her stockings and the clips of the suspenders where sheer black meets cherry red. The one-shoulder look and plunging neckline make my cock twitch with need, and I’m almost tempted to haul out the remote. Let her feel as worked up as I am.

Her smoky eyes meet mine, and her wine-red colored lips, to match her dress, pull into a smile before she looks back at Yvonne, thanking her for everything.

Yvonne hugs her, winking at me as she squeezes Sienna close, her hand ghosting over Sienna's ass. Sienna's brow dips slightly in confusion as she walks away from Yvonne towards me.

“You look fucking edible.” Sienna blushes at my words and then smiles, her eyes running the length of my body.

“You, as usual, look like I would imagine the spawn of Adonis and Aphrodite to look like. It almost seems unfair.” She side-eyes me as we walk towards the entrance, the limo waiting for us out front.

“Those are gods, Sienna. You're looking in the wrong direction if you are looking for my maker.”

She laughs, thinking my words are a joke.

“So, where exactly are we going?” Sienna asks me once I am settled in the back of the limo next to her.

I pull the elegant invitation out of my pocket and hand it to her.

She holds the card closer, her face scrunching up in confusion.

“Toys provided? Why would a party have toys?” She isn’t looking at me as she asks this question. Instead, she examines the invitation closer as if it will give her the clarity she seeks.

It would not. No words would prepare her for what we were about to walk into, and the invitation was specifically nondescript—elegant and plain, underplaying the eventwholly.

I have been to Lady Chatman's parties numerous times, and they are not vanilla, as Yvonne would say.

“You will see. Here.” Sienna takes the pink box I hand her, pulling on the white satin bow.