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“Show me.”

Show him. Show him how wet I am. I have never been in this situation before. It is terrifying and exciting. Conflicting emotions seem to be the theme of my feelings toward Damon.

Slowly, I raise my knees, causing the hem of my dress to fall towards my stomach. Willing them to unclench, I edge them apart, Damon's eyes greedily taking in the view gradually being revealed. I know I have a wet patch there. I could feel it spreading on the dance floor with every deliberate move of Damon's hands against my body. This was his fault. And the vibrators.

“Show me, Sienna.” Oh god, could I do that?

Damon’s sexual tendencies leaned toward taboo, and I thought I could handle it. But could I? I already allowed him to cuff me and spank my ass, so surely I could do this? And truthfully, the thought of exposing myself to him turned me on. Did that make me sick?

“Sienna. Get out of your mind and show me.” Damon’s voice is gentler, even as he orders me.

I want this.

I watch him as his eyes lock on my hand, and I slowly pull the soaked, thin red lace fabric to the side, the feel of it peeling away from my most intimate part as the cool air hits it, making me moan.

“Magnificent. A fucking masterpiece.” Damon drops to his knees while pulling me forward as I squeal in surprise.

One leg, and then the other, is placed over his shoulders, as his breath fans my left inner thigh. He is so close, and the ache that has been constantly humming in my core starts throbbing at his nearness. Knowing that he can relieve it.

“Have you enjoyed your friend tonight?” Damon’s husky voice asks, leaving me confused until he pulls on the little sting attached tothe vibrator.

“Yes,” I admit quietly, thinking about how charged I feel. How on edge every cell in my body feels. Even my nipples are tingling. I have never been this sexually aroused in my life.

“Yes, what, Sienna?”

“Yes, Daddy Damon,” I whisper, that nickname making Damon's eyes close briefly before opening again.

“Good girl.”

Fuck me. Good girl. Those two words, coupled with Damon slowly pulling the vibrator from its home for the last couple of hours, drag a long moan from me. With my head rolled back and my eyes closed, I concentrate on not exploding right then and there.

Its final exit has me gasping, and once I have caught my breath, I look up just as Damon pops the red object into his mouth, sucking my juices from it as he looks at me pointedly.

Wow. All rational thought leaves me as he slowly pulls the object out of his mouth and throws it on the bed next to me.

“The taste of you, Sienna. It’s fucking addictive. You have no idea how good you taste.”

Oh. My. God.

In slow motion, I watch as his head dips, and then his tongue replaces the spot the vibrator had been moments ago, though this is so much better.

He is deranged. And so am I.

He laps and feasts like it’s his final meal while I let my legs fall to the side, giving in. Allowing him full access to a place that has never experienced such exquisite torture. He brings me to the brink and then pulls back as I cry out in frustration until I am begging him. Pleading for him to give me what I need.

“Damon. Damon…please. Please.”

My hands are in his hair, pushing him down as I grind against his mouth, his thumb circling my clit as his tongue delves into my depths, lapping up everything I have to give him while he demands more. Until I think I am crazy. Insane. A mess. Pleading, begging. Until he gives in and sucks on my clit as he thrusts two fingers inside me.

My world collapses in on itself as I explode, bursting into oblivion, until I am no more. What remains is something else. Something new. Something that has never been before. And I fucking love it.

Chapter 11

Shadow

Sienna's mask cannot cover the glow from what we just did. As we leave the room, her hand intertwines with mine, pulling my arm against her. The little possessive action makes me want to take her back to the room and let my cock fill the space that my tongue just had.

But I don’t. Sienna isn’t ready for that yet.