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Sienna’s intake of breath as I insert the vibrator into her cunt tells me how turned on she is by everything. She is being flooded with sensations and experiences. Physically, mentally. It makes me wish I was that innocent. But I was never as innocent as Sienna, which is why I want her so much.

I don’t bother putting the vibrator on, wanting to draw Sienna's pleasure out. One thrust. Two thrusts. Whimpering. And remove.

“On your knees.” Sienna looks at me questioningly before obeying.

She is a fucking sight to behold.

I lean forward and lift her dress, exposing her ass. Slowly, I pull her panties down.

The sight of her will never get old. Every time I see something new. Like the little freckle an inch to the right of her puffy, glistening lips.

Pulling the butt plug from the bag, I insert the vibrator again and then remove it before dipping the butt plug into her amply lubricated hole. She tenses when I circle her puckered little anus while I revel in the fact that I will be the first to explore this with her.

“Do you trust me in this moment, Sienna?”

The way she looks at me over her shoulder and says yes would make any man come right then and there. Her eyes are hooded with lust, and her mouth is slightly parted, her breathing erratic.

This time I turn the vibrator on as I plunge it all the way in, Sienna’s gaze once again on the blonde who is now sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, his dick in her ass, while the sub eats her pussy out.

“Do you see her face? How she likes it?” Sienna nods in acknowledgment, and with the next plunge of the vibrator, I edge the butt plug in, the tip disappearing into Sienna's little hole like a magic trick.

Sienna's moans are becoming louder, drawing more than one gaze. While our actions are mild compared to others, Sienna is innately provocative. Her voice usually is sensual. Her moans are downrightseductive.

Her innocence in this moment can be seen in how her eyes dip before they squeeze shut, little frowns visually alluding to her inner turmoil as she tunes into her feelings. She stays present, absorbing the moment and how it makes her feel, drawing others in.

The butt plug edges further in, my command for her to relax, aiding its entry. With one final push by her, the butt plug is in, and she is panting with desire.

“Oh my god, Damon, I feel so full. I’m so close.”

I put some pressure on the plug and then speed up my thrusts. Sienna’s body undulates wildly before she screams, the force of her orgasm buckling her arms as she pivots forward.

It’s the most beautiful thing I have seen. To my side, the blonde reaches her own orgasm, as does a man watching to the right, his hand slowly jerking his now deflating cock.

I pull Sienna’s panties back up and then cover her ass with her dress. Crouching next to her, I scoop her up, the smile on her face almost as rewarding as the scene I had just witnessed. Fully satiated. That is the look of someone who has reached Nirvana. I envy her.

Making our way through the house to the ladies is as visually stimulating as the room we just left. Couples are fucking and being fucked all over the house. On tables, against walls. Even the staircase is not spared. It’s an orgy, the masks giving the guests a false sense of anonymity.

Sienna thanks me when I drop her to her feet in front of the bathroom door.

“I need a minute. Alone.” She pulls her lips in, perhaps worried she must explain herself.

She doesn’t. I understand. She doesn’t want me there when she pulls the butt plug out, even though I put it in there.

I consent only because this is our first time and only because I don’t want her to feel so uncomfortable that she won’t do it again, earning me a relieved smile.

While waiting for her, I wander a little further down the corridor and take the opportunity to call Gael to get an update on what was happening atSin. Thankfully, nothing urgent needed my attention.

When the time drags on, and Sienna doesn’t exit the bathroom, a strange niggling feeling edges its way up my spine.

I pull on the door handle, but the door does not open. She must have locked it.

“Sienna!” Nothing.

The niggling feeling explodes into full-on rage when I hear a small whimper.

I step back, kick, and then throw myself against the door.

It crashes open, the sound raising alarm bells as people scream. Knife in hand, I enter the bathroom. The scene before me will haunt me into the next hundred lives.