Page 42 of Savoring Sienna
His hand tightened in her hair, not forcing, but inviting, and she met him halfway, her mouth opening wider, her throat relaxing as he slid home. A broken sound tore from his chest in a half groan, half prayer as she took him deeper. Her eyes watered and tears spilled down her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. She stayed.
“Fuck, love,” he rasped, his hips rolling forward of their own accord. “Such a good girl. My good girl.”
She moaned around him, the vibration sending lightning down his spine. Her hands slid from his thighs to his hips, pulling him closer, urging him on. The sight of her—kneeling, a picture of lust and sin…his—was almost too much to bear.
He wanted to savor this, to draw it out, and to make it last. But the way she looked at him, the way she gave was too much. His balls drew up tight as his release coiled at the base of his spine.
“Sienna,” he warned in a guttural growl. “I’m going to?—”
She pulled back just enough to whisper, “Please, my Master. Please, come for me.”
That was all it took. With a primal roar, he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled down her throat. She swallowed around him, her hands gripping his hips, her eyes locked on to him the entire time. She had never looked more beautiful, even with streaks of mascara mingling with tears and snot, she took his breath away because she gave him all. The trust in her gaze—fuck,the love—nearly brought him to his knees.
When it was over, he pulled her up, cradling her against his chest. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks tear-streaked, but she was smiling—radiant.
“My perfect girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “My brave, beautiful sub.”
She nestled against him. She hesitated and said in a breathless whisper, “I… I love that you love me, Master Crone.”
It wasn’t the words he needed but that flash in her eyes had shown her soul already knew what her heart and mind still needed to realize. For now, the words settled into his bones. They were enough of an admission to make his heart soar. This moment wasn’t just about physical pleasure it was about so much more. Without Sienna realizing it, it represented a reclamation, a surrender, and a declaration of love all in one.
“I do love you, Sienna,” he whispered. “More than you’ll ever know.”
Chapter Sixteen
The main building, Rawhide Ranch
Sienna
Sienna checked her watch again, anxiety threading through her veins. Dawn approached, and they were already behind schedule. This was the second and final photo shoot day and the day Crone would model for the shoots. She had deliberately orchestrated this early departure, another carefully planned evasion in a week full of them. Ever since that day on the mountain, since Crone’s declaration had shattered her carefully maintained equilibrium, she’d been hiding.
“Hurry up, Bobby. Your shoot is supposed to happen at sunrise. If we don’t leave now, you’ll lose points for time keeping.” She stood at the door of the minibus, trying to herd her students like reluctant cattle.
“But, Prof, Master Crone isn’t here yet. He’s the model for all our shoots.” With his camera gear clutched to his chest Bobby practically vibrated with nervous energy.
“Did you let him know we’re leaving early?” Kay asked as she passed and got onto the bus.
“I thought Prof was going to do that.” Bobby’s anxious gaze found Sienna. “Did you, Prof?”
“I never agreed to do anything, Bobby. It’s your exam, and everything it entails is your responsibility.” The words came out sharper than intended as guilt mixed with her relief that Crone wouldn’t be there.
“But you’re the one who insisted we do my shoot at sunrise,” he lamented. He straightened his shoulders. “Don’t leave without me. I’m gonna find him. I’ll be quick!” His footsteps echoed in the pre-dawn quiet as he took off toward the employee housing sector.
Sienna’s shoulders slumped with remorse washing through her. She had spent the past week orchestrating elaborate escapes whenever she sensed Crone nearby by ducking into empty classrooms at the sound of his boots in the hallway and surrounding herself with students and faculty to ensure she was never alone. Her body betrayed her every time he was near, and now that she knew he loved her... how could she accept his touch, knowing she couldn’t give him what he deserved? He needed someone whole, someone capable of treasuring the depth of his love.
And I’m not her. Stan made sure he destroyed that part of me for good.
With a weary sigh, she turned to board the bus.
“Where’s Bobby off to in such a rush?” She froze mid-step with one foot suspended in the air at the deep voice behind her. Her heart lurched painfully in her chest.Where the devil did he come from?
“Hmm.” The quiet observation was from a voice of steel, sparking tremors deep in her core. “Not saying good morning, are we, Sienna?”
A strong hand gripped her shoulder, turning her to face him. Her breath caught painfully. The sight of him stole what little air remained in her lungs as he stood there in full cowboy regalia—a pure modern cowboy from boots to Stetson. Everyinch of him radiated masculine power, from the worn jeans and chaps molded to his powerful thighs to the azure flannel shirt stretching across his broad shoulders. Beneath the brim of his black hat, his eyes burned with unmistakable intent. He looked like every western fantasy come to life, radiating quiet authority and raw masculine power.
“Or was this entire schedule change planned so I wouldn’t be on time?” He leaned in until they shared a breath. His scent that was pure male with a hint of sandalwood wrapped around her like a physical touch. “Shame on you.”
She winced as guilt once again speared through her for upsetting Bobby in a desperate attempt to avoid this very moment.
