Page 20 of Savoring Sienna
“M-Master Crone… you…” His palms pressed against the surface on either side of her head as he caged her without touching. Her breath hitched as he leaned in, capturing her mouth with devastating precision.
“Shhh,” he murmured against her lips. The kiss started as a question. It was demanding yet coaxing and tender. More than anything, understanding flowed through the connection, warming her from the inside out. Though his body stayed carefully separated from hers, his presence surrounded her and called to her submission.
“Hmm…” The soft moan escaping her throat sparked something in him. The kiss transformed into raw possession and pure domination. His tongue swept inside, claiming every inch while daring her to resist... or submit.
Their scene last night hadn’t focused on erotic pleasure, yet her body thrummed with awakened need. Her defenses, built brick by brick over two years, crumbled under his touch. There was no question about her decision. She chose submission. Her arms wound around his neck as she pressed forward, erasing the careful distance between them.
What happened to never again?She challenged herself.How did I go from writing off men completely to craving this one with such raw intensity my lungs refuse to work?
You know why, her inner voice whispered.He didn’t try to fix you. Didn’t offer empty platitudes. He saw your darkness and met it with his own.
That’s not enough reason to?—
No? Then explain the thread that connected you last night. That wasn’t just a sub responding to a skilled Dom. That was recognition. Your souls know each other, girl. Yours is tired of being chained to the past.
When his arms finally wrapped around her waist, drawing her flush against his hard frame, she couldn’t argue anymore. Raw need exploded through her veins, and for the first time in years, she basked in it. Long before she was ready for it to end, he pulled back, leaving her shivering at the loss of his warm lips possessing hers.
His gaze was enigmatic as he stared at her for long moments. “I’m taking you to dinner tonight, love. Be ready at seven.”
“I… I’m not leaving the Ranch, Master Crone.” Sienna was still stuck on the word “love”.
“Crone, little one. When we’re outside of a scene, to you, I am Crone… or honey, or lovey, maybe even wobble knot…” He shrugged. “Whichever you prefer.”
“I…” She gaped at him. “What are you… Crone Lange, I don’t appreciate being made a fool of, do you understand?”
“Ah, there’s the spirit I saw lurking last night.” He smiled as he brushed his thumb over her lips. “I’ll never play with your feelings, love. Also, we’re not leaving the Ranch. I booked a table at Connor’s Steakhouse at Rawhide Ridge.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I… don’t date, ever.”
His eyes darkened as he tilted her face up. “This isn’t a debate, Sienna. We have to talk about our scene. I prefer to doit outside of the Dungeon since I have a lot more to say than to ensure you fully embrace and build on the breakthrough we made last night.”
“More? What do you mean?” Sienna took a step back. She needed space to think… a commodity that eluded her when he was so close.
“Our future.” His eyes remained fixed on her as he reached out and touched her cheek. He seemed fascinated with the softness of her skin.
“Our future? I… we… look, I just told you. I don’t?—”
“You don’t date. Yeah, I got that.” He smiled broadly as he ambled toward the door. “I fully intend to change that.”
He was out the door before she could respond, forcing her to run after him. “Crone Lange, get back here. We’re not done talking!”
He didn’t turn but waved at her over his shoulder. His words floated toward her as he disappeared around a corner.
“Seven tonight, kitten. Be ready.”
Chapter Nine
Six-forty-five PM… the lobby, Rawhide Ranch
Crone
Crone’s boots echoed against hardwood as he entered Rawhide Ranch through the massive double doors. The white cotton shirt stretching across his broad shoulders contrasted with his tanned skin. Black jeans hugged his powerful thighs. The tall, lean frame of Derek’s righthand man, Moses Banner, kept pace beside him as they moved forward.
Littles and subs who were scattered throughout the lobby paused mid-activity as their gazes were drawn to Crone’s commanding presence. A sub kneeling by the fireplace ducked her head with her cheeks flushed enticingly as he caught her gaze. Another nearly dropped her book.
“It always feels like I’m coming home when I walk in here,” Crone murmured as his hands flowed through the signs he’d learned to communicate with Moses. The friendship between them had grown at a snail’s pace over the years. While several staff and residents knew sign language and often communicated with Moses with their hands for casual dialogue, the man was extremely selective in whom he chose to engage in more extensive conversations. Crone was grateful to have beenaccepted into the rather small, select group which included Moses’ wife, Nanny J, Derek, Sadie, Jagger, and Moira.
Moses’ braid swayed as he nodded while his fingers danced through his response. “Maybe because your own home isn’t your true home. We humans are blind at times to what stares us right in the eye.” Wisdom glinted in his gaze as his teeth flashed white against his mahogany skin in a smile of understanding.
