Room Three

He enters.

I follow.

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The hallway.

Seven doors.

One has already been opened.

Choose carefully.

ROOM THREE

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The third door has been waiting for her.

She doesn't hesitate.

She never does.

The door clicks shut behind us, and the dim yellow glow of this room is perfect for what is to come. My rainbow kneels in the center of the room, this submissive pose stroking the dominant side of me. She has been here for ten minutes by herself, a tactic to build her anticipation. And it has worked. Her cheeks are flushed, and based on the wet patch on the floor below her, it looks like she has already come.

“Was someone impatient? Did you already sort yourself out, naughty girl?” I drawl as her beautiful hooded green eyes meet mine.

Her nipples are stiff pebbled peaks, and her skin is painted with goosebumps, while her cheeks blush with her desire. Her gasp when I run my finger along her already sensitized skin is all I need to know. She is right where I want her. Sexually aroused. Needy. Wanting. It will make what is to come all the sweeter.

Her eyes dart up toward the ceiling, where this room's second main attraction, with the first being my girl, hangs. My hand curls around the black leather seat as I pull it down, bringing the whole contraption with it. I hold my hand out to my rainbow, and she takes it firmly as she rises. Never any hesitation. I love that about her.

“Leg up,” I order, holding one of the black stirrups open as she places her foot in the hole. I let my hands and the leather drag along her silky skin slowly until I get to her thigh. She is panting hard, and by the time I have done the same with the other leg, her hands are in my hair, and she is moaning.

“You want me to eat that delectable cunt of yours?” She nods, and I pull the swing seat forward while crowding her back. She grips the handles above, and I secure them by slipping straps around her wrists.

With one pull of the lever, I hoist her up. The giggle that accompanies that action is so fucking innocent and pure that I pull her close, capturing that noise with my lips as I try to consume it. Consume her. No wonder that sound, her laugh, is number 5 on my top ten list.

“I love you, stalker.” Her green eyes twinkle as she honors me with a smile. Sexy, seductive, cute. I create it, and I fucking love that power. The power to make her smile. The power to make her scream. The power to love her. She is intoxicating.

“Fuck rainbow, you destroy me,” I whisper, gripping her delicate neck firmly as she mewls with delight.

“Now it's time for me to return the favor.”

I pull on the lever controlling the hoist, and in one tug, her perfect, wet pussy is right where I want it.

A feast fit for a fucking King and number 7 on my list. I dive right in, my favorite course at the tip of my fingers. Flat, long, slow strokes make her head dip back, and her eyes close as I grip her ass on the swing and pull her closer. I swirl her center, teasing her entrance before I fuck my tongue into her, the swing and this perfect angle deepening my penetration. I swipe my thumb through her ample lubrication and then circle her tight little nub.

“Yes, Damon, yes,” she moans, her words of encouragement unnecessary. The way she is dripping for me speaks louder than words. I suck on her clit and deepen my penetration, swirling my tongue inside her. I take my sweet time with her, listening to her moans, a sweet symphony that cannot be replicated. It’s like listening to a piece of music written by the gods themselves. No wonder they are number 1 on my list. I could listen to her all day, every day.

“I’m close, Damon,” she whispers, her hips bucking against my face as she chases the orgasm, making her skin sheen and her heart rate increase. Her pants are erratic, and then she shatters, the release crashing over her as she screams and gives me more of what I like, her cream on my tongue making my cock feel like it will split in two.

I swipe my hand down her still-wet cunt and then palm my cock before I grip the lever controlling the swing height. I position myself just right and then lower her, slowly at first and then when I am sure I have hit my mark, faster, watching as her pussy lips spread and then engulf me, as I seat myself all the way to the hilt.

“Yes!” my rainbow screams, her body shuddering, her sensitivity level still high.

Using the momentum of the swing to bottom out with each thrust, I palm her breast, rolling one of her beautiful dusty pink nipples as she arches her back. Her mouth forms that ‘o’ I adore, and I pull out of her, tugging on the hoist lever to lower her until her face is right where I want it.

Her eyes widen, and then she smirks as I edge my cock, still slick with her juices, past those rosy lips. Her tongue circles the tip, and then I push forward, watching her cheeks expand and her eyes water. We have been practicing deep-throating, and she is starting to get the hang of it.

“Breath through your nose, rainbow,” I remind as she blinks her eyes in response, and then I push forward, tears slipping from her lids as her throat works to accommodate me. I shouldn’t like seeing her like this, but I do. Because it means she trusts me. She just has to shake her head, and we will stop. But she never does. Instead, she holds eye contact with me, egging me forward. I thrust further in and then pull back before repeating.

“Fuck, Sienna. You’re taking Daddy Damon's cock like a good girl.” If I carry on, then I’ll definitely shoot my load down that pretty throat, so when I feel my control slip, I pull out, yank the lever to raise her again, and then slide my cock back into her ready hole.

There is no taking things slow. I thrust into her harder, faster, deeper, until I am grunting, and she is screaming, asking me to fuck her harder.

I could never deny her, and so I rut against her, faster, harder, until the slapping sound of my pelvis hitting her wet cunt is all there is, tipping us over the edge as I burst, explode, fucking coat her insides with my come. When I pull out, it drips from her hole. Using my fingers, I push it back in, pulling her close as I stuff my semen back into her and then put my two fingers into her mouth. Even dazed, she sucks them clean, the spent look on her face making my heart feel full.

I lower the contraption and carefully remove the straps before gathering her in my arms.

Perfect.

That is the only word to describe Sienna and our experiences together. And the fact that she has a photographic memory means that later she will tell me in exquisite fucking detail everything that happened, the minutia of her recollection, making me in awe of her ability.

As I walk out of room three, my girl is already asleep. I wonder if room 4 will leave her as satisfied, considering what will be happening there. Only time will tell.

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Another door closes.

Four remain.