3. LONGING FOR HIS TOUCH

CHAPTER 3

SIENNA POV

I stared at the ceiling, one hand resting over my chest. My body was still buzzing, my mind replaying every damn second of last night. He had left right after the phone call, no words, no glancing back.

I had not slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him. His touch. His voice. His cock. Crawling under my skin like fire I couldn’t put out. My body had reacted before I even had time to think. A sharp wave of heat had spread through me, soaking my panties and leaving me breathless. I had been holding back from touching myself since yesterday.

“Why do I react so much to his touch?”

Even just the echo of his voice made my skin tingle as if he were still here, breathing against my neck. His dirty words. His lips. God.

“Harder, little slut.”

My chest tightened at the memory of that filthy command. Why did it turn me on so much? I wanted to feel his fingers again, to have them buried deep inside me. My body long for him, And no matter how I tried, I couldn’t stop imagining him.

A tremor ran through me, curling my toes and sending heat down my spine and I couldn't take it anymore.

I slid my hand under the duvet, slipping two fingers past the waistband of my panties, and met my slick, swollen pussy. It was so wet and hot.

I bit down on my bottom lip, rubbing my fingers gently over my clit. The jolt of contact shot through my stomach. My thighs squeezed tight as I imagined him, his growl in my ear, his breath scorching the side of my neck, making me shiver and tremble for him.

My other hand moved to my hardened left nipple, my fingers finding it through the thin fabric of my nightwear. I pinched and twisted, letting the sting fuel the pleasure building low in my belly.

“Ahh...” I moaned softly, my body writhing under the duvet. The pleasure coiled in my veins like fire licking up my spine.

I should not want this. I should not be this aroused over a man I barely knew. An older man at that but hell with that thought!

I rubbed faster, harder, chasing the pleasure. My hips lifted off the bed, my back arched sharply. I sank my head deeper into the pillow, moaning into the air. My hands slid up to cup my breasts while squeezing it hard.

“My… Christ,” I whimpered breathlessly as filthy images of his mouth on me, his fingers buried deep, his cock stretching me until I screamed, flashed across my mind.

“Fuck... Me please,” I whimpered like he was right here with me.

I rubbed harder, my breathing broke apart, sharp and ragged.

I gasped, my whole body shaking like I was strapped to a vibrator. My hand moved to my right breast, squeezing it roughly, while my thighs trembled beneath the weight of release.

“Oh my... fucking god,” I cried, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes as the orgasm slammed through me. My legs opened wider, fingers still working my clit, rubbing with desperate strokes.

This was not the first time I had touched myself, but this—this felt dangerously good.

“Ahh... heavens,” I gasped.

My legs twitched and jerked as the climax ripped through me, my pussy gushing, soaking my fingers, the sheets damp beneath me.

I pulled my hand out, breathing hard. My fingers glistened. I brought them to my face, eyes fluttering as the scent hit me.

I tasted this yesterday, didn’t I?

It would not hurt to taste it again.

I slid my fingers into my mouth and sucked, moaning softly at the taste of myself, still mixed with the memory of his cum. It drove me insane. I wanted to go again.

But I rolled over from the wet spot, face buried in the pillow, trying to catch my breath through the heat still burning between my thighs.

“Sienna!” my mother’s voice called from downstairs.

“Oh shit,” I gasped.

I yanked the duvet, throwing it over the mess. I scrambled off the bed and dashed to the door, unlocking it just before she could knock. I spun around and hurried back to bed, curling my legs tightly and facing the other side, squeezing my eyes shut and pretending to be asleep.

Her footsteps echoed closer, the doorknob turned, and she stepped in.

“Are you still asleep? Why don’t you lock your door?”

“Sienna,” she called again, this time softer.

She went quiet. I almost thought she had left, but then I felt her breath tickle my ear.

“Do you want to get your ass spanked?”

“Mum, that tickles!” I laughed, springing up in bed. She always tried to act strict, but she was the best. Especially to me and my younger sister who's it at a boarding school.

She folded her arms under her chest, a smirk on her face.

“Let me sleep, Mum,” I groaned, flopping back down and hugging my pillow.

“Get your ass down and go take a bath. You’re going to the fiancé’s place.”

I shot upright again, eyes wide. “So soon?”

She nodded without hesitation.

My stomach turned. I collapsed back onto the bed, groaning. I knew this day was coming, but I never expected it so soon. Damn my father. He was unbearable.

I had heard about contract marriages before, but I never thought I would be a victim of one.

Mum stepped closer, taking my hand. She gave it a soft squeeze, her expression gentle.

“You’ll be fine, I promise.”

She looked at me longer this time, something unreadable flickering in her eyes—like she knew I was holding back something.

“It’s just an introduction, for now,” she murmured.

Look at her being all worried about me, while just a few hours ago, I was on my knees, sucking a hot older man like a bitch.

Hot? Was I serious right now?

“I’m fine, Mum,” I said with a smile, brushing the thought away.

Her eyes drifted down, a flicker of suspicion crossing her face as she glanced at the duvet.

My heartbeat skipped.

Her lips parted like she was about to say something, but then her phone buzzed. She looked at it and her face changed instantly.

“I’ll be downstairs. Don’t waste time,” she said as she walked out, already speaking into the phone.

I let out a long, shaky breath.

“That was close,” I whispered, placing a hand over my pounding chest.

I pushed myself off the bed, grabbe

d the damp sheets and duvet, and headed to the bathroom.

I needed to get ready.

I was going to meet my fiancé.