Room Five

He enters.

I follow.

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The hallway.

Seven doors.

One has already been opened.

Choose carefully.

ROOM FIVE

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The fourth handle feels warmer than the last.

I draw a steadying breath.

Then I push the door open.

“It smells like vanilla,” she comments as we enter room 5.

I can feel her nervousness. It rolls off her in waves even though we have been preparing for this for weeks. I’ve picked the blue room because blue is associated with feelings of peace and serenity—precisely the sentiment I am trying to evoke, and it is helped by one of her favorite fragrances.

It is one of the tamest rooms, but what we are about to do needs no distraction or embellishment. There are mirrors on every wall and the ceiling. I want her to see every part of this room—to see me.

This experience must be perfect as it will replace her previous traumatic one. The one created by a man who only wanted to take from her. I only want to give.

Sienna stands in the center, pivoting on her heel as she catches her reflection staring back at her.

“You did this for me,” she whispers, her glassy green eyes meeting mine.

I knew she would understand.

“Yes.”

She nods while nervously running her hands down the sheer black lingerie piece she is wearing, her gaze moving from mine to meet hers in the mirror.

I approach her, lightly grasping her chin and angling her gaze to meet mine.

“Don’t disappear. Stay with me. It’s just me and you here. And I won’t hurt you.”

She doesn’t say anything but nods and smiles, her shoulders squaring like she is going to war. I suppose battling the memory of The Reaping is a war she wages. One I can only watch her fight from the sidelines.

Until now.

Now, I had the opportunity to join the battle by altering the physical experience so that it no longer only holds negative connotations. That fucker could no longer own that incident, hold that space solely. Not when I invaded and infected it with one of my own.

I kiss her gently before releasing her chin and walking toward the other side of the room.

“Your safe word,” I demand as I pull on my tie, loosening it as I toss it on the lush black carpet.

“Rainbow,” she answers, spinning on her bare feet to face me.

Digging into my jacket pocket, I find the remote and press a button as sensual music from speakers built into the walls fills the room. Her eyes are on me as I remove my jacket, throw it on the floor where my tie is, and follow it up with my shirt. Her gaze strokes the bare skin of my back as I approach one of the mirrored walls.

With a push of the panel, a drawer pops open.

I pull out the lube, a butt plug, and my girl's favorite vibrator.

When I turn to face her, her eyes dip to the objects in my hand.

She squeezes her thighs, and I am fucking relieved that she is more turned on than afraid.

“You have too many clothes on.”

My comment is immediately met with her lingerie joining my pile on the floor.

The light hits all her curves perfectly, my gaze traveling her delicious form as if it were the first time seeing her. This is how she makes me feel—every experience new, every experience now. I drag my gaze from her messy bun, down the column of her neck, over her perky, exquisite tits, down her stomach, and to the shadowed apex of her thighs. Where I know a moist pussy awaits me. Such is my girl. Always ready for me. I am already salivating at the thought of having her.

“You have too many clothes on.” She repeats my words and then approaches me before immediately unbuckling my belt, zipping my pants down, and then hooking her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and pants before pulling down.

Fuck. I love her eagerness and her confidence. It is such a turn-on that when my cock is released, it is already hard and leaking pre-come.

“Turn around and touch your toes, rainbow.”

She smiles and then slowly spins around, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror before she slowly bends. She touches her ankles while I place the objects on the floor nearby before retrieving one more. The whip I used on her one of those times she disobeyed me and drove off with the Uber when I told her to wait in my office.

Approaching her from the side, I marvel at how perfect she is. When my hand touches the round flesh of her ass, and I squeeze it, I cannot help the possessive growl that escapes me. She is mine. So beautifully perfect that I cannot imagine such a gift has been bestowed on a man like me. But the ideal canvas looks good with a few marks of my own, this I already know. So when I raise my hand and swiftly lower it, and the leather meets that porcelain flesh, sullying it with a stripe of red, my cock jerks in response. And her cunt weeps in return.

She is screaming in ecstasy by the third lash, which meets her center full-on. By the fifth lashing, the fall is slick with her juice, which is going to waste as it drips down her inner thigh.

The sight of it is all I need before I am on my knees, lapping her as she moans with delight. When I feel she is on the precipice of an orgasm, I pick up the butt plug, sliding it through her folds before I insert it into her moist center. She pushes back against it, eager to be filled. I pick up the vibrator, one with a clit stimulator that she enjoys. She groans when I slowly insert it and then switch it on. As she focuses on that, I slowly edge the butt plug into her little puckered hole. We have been practicing this part at home, readying her for this moment.

She stiffens only slightly, raising herself to a ninety-degree angle and using her hands against the mirror for stability.

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror.

I wait for her. To work through her emotions, their presence flitting across her face more briefly now than before as she dips her head for me to continue. I increase the speed on the vibrator, and only when her eyes close in ecstasy do I edge the butt plug forward. She is close to release and so wrapped up in those sensations that she is the one who pushes back, the bulbous part of the plug slipping into her easily. And then she comes, screaming out loud and bringing a smile to my face.

I am so proud of her. These steps were significant and momentous in overcoming an event that was so impactful in such a negative way.

I slip the vibrator out of her, popping it into my mouth as I hold her gaze in the mirror while I lick it clean.

“Hold this. We're not done with it.” I hand it to her and then line myself up with her beautiful cunt before thrusting into her. The butt plug meets with my pelvis, and she gasps as the feeling of my cock and the intruder collide.

“How does it feel?” I ask her, pulling out again before thrusting back in.

“It’s so good,” she whispers, almost shy to say it.

“You can enjoy it, rainbow. It’s just you and me here. What we are doing is not wrong.”

She nods, and while I quicken my pace, her facial features transform to the ones I am accustomed to when I am fucking her, pure enjoyment and ecstasy.

“Are you ready, Sienna?” I ask as I pull out and gently grip the butt plug before pulling. She nods vigorously, her eyes hooded and her pupils dilated with lust.

“Use your vibrator.” She obeys, inserting the vibrator as I pull the butt plug out.

I grab the lube, liberally applying it to my cock as she watches.

“You like being full of my cock.” Nod.

“You will love this.” Nod.

No hesitation, as she completely trusts me. I cannot take that for granted.

I touch my tip to her puckered hole, this moment as important for me as it is to her. I know what this means. I know what she is giving me.

“You like my cock inside you.” Nod.

I push forward gently as she stiffens, the tip spreading her hole as I slowly work my way in.

“Your hole is so fucking tight, rainbow, perfect for me.”

Lust flickers across her features as she turns the setting on her vibrator up.

I’m edging into her so painstakingly slowly that I wonder if I can make it all the way without finishing. She fits me like a goddam glove.

“Look in the mirror, Sienna. Look what a good girl you are, how much of Daddy Damon you are taking.”

Her gaze drifts to the mirror on the other wall, which gives her the best view of what is happening.

I am more than halfway in, her gaze fixed on the point where we meet. This is a test of restraint and control, as I would love to fuck myself into her in one swift motion. I stop moving, giving her a moment to take it in, to take control. Which she does when she edges backward, driving more of my cock into her.

“You’re in control, Sienna. You. No one else.” Her gaze meets mine, and with a sly smile, she rocks backward, drawing a growl from me as she slides the rest of me in. I hold her hips, keeping her still as I try to compose myself.

“I fucking love you, rainbow.”

“I love you, Damon.”

The moment fizzles with only love and sexual tension. Only positive emotions as I loosen my grip on her hips and then slowly rock in and out of her.

Within minutes, my girl is panting, the feel of her vibrator through the skin separating her two holes adding an entirely new level of stimulation as I feel my orgasm building.

“Oh god, Damon, that feels so good. I feel so full. So tight.”

Her words are all the encouragement I need as I start adding some force to the thrusts, her backward motion as she tries to meet my action telling me how much she is enjoying it. As much as I am. Relief floods, and I can feel that I am close. I lean forward, and she gasps when I grab her neck, squeezing gently as I thrust up into her.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper into her ear as I watch her fuck the vibrator unto her thoroughly wet center.

“Open your eyes and see how fucking magnificent you are.”

She obeys, and her hooded eyes drag down her body, her breasts bouncing as I quicken my pace. Her breathing is ragged, and she is moaning, mumbling, and screaming incoherently before she comes. I follow as I jerk into her, coating her bowels with my seed as her muscles milk every drop. I wrap my arms around her waist, steadying her as her legs quiver in the aftermath.

She lifts her head, which has neem resting against the mirror, her gaze meeting mine.

“Thank you,” she whispers, smiling.

“That was amazing, Damon.”

I’ve done it. I’ve finally won a battle in a war I wanted in on, and fuck if I don’t revel in the feeling of honor at being allowed, no, being trusted enough to battle it with her. To be invited in.

“It was more than amazing,” I say, not wanting her to doubt how important this was to me.

“Understand something rainbow. I will remember this night forever. It is an event laced with significance not just for you.”

Was I being selfish? Yes. Did she expect it to be any other way? No. The smile on her face says as much.

“Of course. I’d have it no other way. You know there is a word for that.”

Yes. Obsession. And there was no doubt as to who mine was. The beauty looks at me like I hung the stars and the moon when, in reality, it is she who is my light.

She who is my salvation.

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She leaves.

I linger a little longer.

Two remain.