Chasing Paradise (Chasing Series #3)

by Pamela Ann

  “Good evening, grandfather. You look well.” I observed, glad that the old man could make it. He hated travelling. He’d avoid it if he could.

  “You’d know sooner if you had come and visited me much often.” Grandfather then turned towards Sienna, who looked nervous all of a sudden. “Sienna, lovely to meet you again. Apologies for my rude behavior the last time we met.” He sincerely spoke, shocking Sienna. “I hope you accept it and not hold it against me. I can’t have that, you see. I want babies quite immediately, if you don’t mind.” He patted Sienna’s cheeks before moving on to the other older guests—probably towards my aunt and uncle, who were also here from Rome.

  “Did he just tell me to get pregnant soon?” Sienna looked at where my grandfather was before looking back at me, confused.

  “He did.” I murmured, hiding a smile.

  She shook her head, grabbing a champagne flute from a passing waiter. “You’re dancing with me tonight, right?”

  “If you could get me drunk, I’d even let you do a private striptease.” I grinned, winking at her.

  “Get me drunk first, then we can negotiate. For now, keep it in, babe.” She moved to the side, looking like she was about to kiss me, but instead, she secretly patted my penis. “Behave now, boy.”

  Tonight was going to be a fun night. I just knew it.

  We chatted about for another half an hour until it was time for dinner, but before we did, we were interrupted for a toast.

  Toby stood up, fork and champagne in hand, getting everyone’s attention. “Thank you all for joining us this splendid evening. For those who aren’t familiar with me, I’m Toby Watson, and I have been best mate’s since toddlers with this dashing fella right here.” He roughly patted my head, before grinning wickedly. “Let me be honest here, I never thought Knightly was capable of committing to a relationship—no offense—but all of his shenanigans halted—no—it actually disappeared when he pursued the other love of my life, Sienna Richards.” He winked at Sienna, who had a wide smile on her face, before she reached for my hand on the table and held it.

  “I’m best friends with these lovely people, and let me just say that I wouldn’t just approve of anyone for Blake, but with Sienna, I was practically just as giddy as Blake was when he started dating her—and yes, I said giddy, mind you. Let’s toast to my lovely friends, may you both forever be blessed with love and happiness, good health, babies and more instantaneous shagging that you both enjoy so much. Blake and Sienna everyone!” Toby cheered on red from alcohol.

  He was grinning as he toasted my champagne flute. “Congratulations mate! I know yours will be a success. Love like yours are hard to find.” Toby tapped my shoulder. A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes, before he looked at woman across from us.

  Lucy. Of course.

  Amelia was supposed to come, but Toby insisted she stay home, because he simply couldn’t deal with the fact that Lucy was going to be here.

  The night progressed as I imagined it would be. Sienna and I danced, laughing and drinking. It felt great—no—it felt perfect. When the older guests started to depart, that’s when Sienna and Chad started to dance on their own.

  “Can you believe I married to that man?” Luke shook his head, in total wonderment, as Chad started to dance saucily, basically giving Lucy a lap dance.

  Toby snorted, taking out a cigarette. “You guys are in love. Nothing else matters, is all.”

  “Back to your habit? Since when did you start smoking again?” I threw him a look. Toby was unhappy, it was obvious, but he needed to get his shit together.

  He took a long pause, inhaling the stick, eyes on Lucy. “When she told me to fuck off. I gave this up for her. Cancer sticks, she said. Guess, I could well be on my way to the grave.” Toby muttered, sucking more on his cancer sticks. “Love. All for bloody fucking love. I call it bollocks!”

  When Sienna, Chad and Lucy came to join us, I saw the hateful stare Lucy was giving Toby, but didn’t say anything about the ciggies.

  Sienna cleared her throat, standing. “Excuse me, may I have all of your attention please!” She grinned down at me when I look alarmed.

  Hell. This woman was drunk. Drunken speeches from women were dangerous. “Sienna, sit down.” I hissed, trying to pull her close, but she tapped my hand away, laughing. Fuck.

  “I’m going to keep this short, because I am without a doubt drunk, but I just want to make a toast, to my gorgeous sexy beast, Blake Knightly.” She winked at me. “He loves like no other. Commands like no other, but most of all shags like no other. I love you, boo.” Sienna giggled, before flinging herself towards me, then French kissed me right in front of all these people.

  “Sienna. Sienna. Sienna. What the hell am I going to do with you?” I peered at her happy face, skin flushed, glowing, and eyes with stars in them.

  “Let me sing once then you can take me home.”

  What? Fuck. “Cara, per favore, stay seated. Anything really—just stay away from the mic.” I begged, sobering up quickly.

  Chad interrupted. “Don’t be a sour puss puss, Blakeypoo. Let her have a blast. Who cares? You’re going to enjoy it anyway.”

  “Yeah, love. Give us a nice number. I need to see happiness cause staring at Lucy is just too depressing.” Toby muttered, darting Lucy a glare.

  “Fuck you.” She spat back.

  Toby looked up, studying her. “I would love to.”

  That truly shut Lucy up. She looked a tad confused like she was going to make a smart retort but a part of her wanted to say yes, before glancing away.

  “Luce,” Toby whispered, before standing up and went to her. “Talk to me.” He held out his hand, but Lucy just pretended he wasn’t there. Toby shook his head, cursed then went back to his seat.

  Sienna was requesting a song by Al Green, before we heard Toby’s phone ring and vibrate on the table.

  “Great!” Toby sighed, taking the call. “How are you this lovely evening, wife? Miss me already?” He forced a laugh, making Lucy look at him again. “Yeah she’s here, alright. You need not fret. I can’t cheat because she doesn’t want me. So, you should rejoice. You’ve trapped the perfect candidate.” He cut the call, shoving the phone in his pocket.

  Chad reached out, tapping his hand. “Baby, be strong.”

  When I heard the requested song being played, Borderline by Madonna, I got up and swept Sienna off of there so fast; she didn’t even see it coming. “Thank you all for coming! Have a lovely evening.” I shot out, Sienna on my shoulder.

  “Put me down!” She demanded.

  I handed my ticket to the valet before I responded to her. “Not until you’re inside the car woman.”

  Once my car was brought, I immediately placed her carefully in the passenger’s seat, securing her seatbelt on before facing her, inches apart. “I love you, but you and alcohol during important events, do not mesh together, poppet.”

  “But it’s Madonna!” She rebuttal when I was closing her door, rounding towards the other side, sliding in to join her.

  I merely shrugged, bringing the Aventador to life, before I shifted gears and marveled at the purring engine. It kicked and sounded like a beast. I needed to get another one in London too. Sports cars were another thing I enjoyed riding—apart from Sienna.

  She remained mum until she requested I stopped the car on the side mountain, the sea across us. “Stop!”

  Did she need to puke? “Are you sick? Dizzy? Do you want some fresh air? Tell me what to do, I’ll try to make you feel better.” I asked, before killing the engine. She was seriously past drunk.

  “Yeah, could you lower down your seat and unzip your pants and pull out your cock, please?”

  Hell. Am I the one drunk or did she just request the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life?

  “Seriously! Did you have to think about it!” Sienna was immediately straddling my lap, unzipped my pants, lifted herself and slid down my shaft with a contented sigh.

  Christ, she was so wet, I noted as sh
e started to rock me, before I slowly lowered the seat, angling her better. “Sienna, how you drive me mad.” I groaned as she picked up pace, seeking my lips.

  “Baby, make me come, please.” She moaned out.

  Giving her what she wanted, I placed on hand on the hip, and the other on her neck, driving and pummeling hard into her slippery cunt, before I surrendered to my own completion. “I love your spontaneity.”

  “I love your peen.”

  “You’re hopeless, cara.”

  She breathed out, eyes closed, leaning against the wheel, smiling. “I. SO. AM.”

  Reaching out to caress her face, I wanted to drown in her beauty, into her and stay there forever. “Let’s get you to bed. We have the Casino opening tomorrow.”

  ~B~

  The casino opening was a success, as to be expected. As much as I wanted to stay in Marbella, unfortunately, we had to fly back to London.

  I just got out of a meeting, when I got a message from Sienna. What made it odd was that she wanted me to meet her at a hotel penthouse suite.

  There were files that needed my attention, but my curiosity won me over, as I rushed out of the office, joining the traffic in record speed.

  Truth be told, I wasn’t truly sure what I expected when I got to the hotel and someone directed me towards the suite. Once I got there, I cleared my throat and knocked gently on the door. A Nordic woman greeted me, opening the door wider. She didn’t say much but gave me a pleasant smile the entire time, like as if she knew something I didn’t.

  She then ushered into another room. She even did the courtesy of opening the door for me to walk in first, with a questioning frown; I stepped carefully, before calling her name. “Sienna?”

  The room was dark, so it took a minute for my eyes to get used to the darkened room. The vast area was a good replica of that day I took Sienna for a massage in Knightsbridge, The Arabian themed room. Surrounded with candles, the intoxicating scent of amber and roses filled the air. I looked back when I felt the door closed with a hush.

  This was getting might odd, I thought with curiosity with a dash of alarm. “Sienna, are you here?” I called out again, before I strode a few steps and immediately stilled. What in the bloody fuck is going on? My thoughts hammered when I saw my woman inside the silk tent.

  Fucking.

  Hell. Hell. Hell.

  My heart wildly pounded at a rapid rate as I took in everything. Sienna on her back, naked, legs parted—with two women dressed in silk and corsets, a blonde and a redhead, tending to her.

  A sharp gasp came from me as the scene dawned on me. Something flashed in Sienna’s eyes when our gaze met.

  The women were actually massaging her breasts. Sienna groaned when the redhead pulled her nipple and twisted the other. My cock throbbed at the sight of her. At this very instant, I knew that this woman loved me, inside and out, but I will not take advantage of that. There was no need because she was all I wanted.

  I took in a sharp breath when I saw the blonde one took out a dildo and started to suck on it. “Leave us!” I bellowed. But my eyes were trained on my woman. I saw the women skittered off and out the room from my peripheral vision.

  Now all alone, Sienna looked undaunted as my eyes heatedly traced the outline of her impeccable body. From her perfect breasts, flat stomach, dip of her hips and her well-honed legs, were all mine to enjoy and no one else’s.

  Mine.

  My wife.

  I strode towards her, stopping a few inches from the bed, basking at the sensual vision that was spread before me. “You’ve been naughty while I was distracted and busy, working for our future, and here you are, indulging on sexual delights?”

  Sienna bit her lips, nervous but excited at the sight of me, devouring every inch of her. “I haven’t been. Since, you were into this kind of stuff before, I thought maybe if we could…try it?”

  Yes, the woman I love has definitely lost her mind. “You do not need to do this. I am perfectly and genuinely satisfied with what we have.” Could she not tell? I constantly sport a nice tent whenever she was near.

  “But you loved it before, Blake. I just want to try. Oblige me, this once? Show me the kind of stuff you used to love. I’m open for it.”

  The siren was definitely serious.

  Bloody.

  Fucking.

  Hell.

  Images of Sienna in certain positions hardened, my ready to combust cock to the hilt, it was painful. “Are you quite sure about this, poppet?” As much as the thought of her that way made me carnal, I did not want to offend her or hurt her in anyway. She’s gone through so much. My sexual needs or preference did not matter. Sienna came first.

  “I wouldn’t be here, naked and wide open, if I wasn’t sure. I want to please you. Pleasing you gives me pleasure in return. And yes, I am curious about it too. I want to see if it’s all cracked up to be.” Sienna sat up, got on all fours and crawled out until she hit the edge of the velvet bed. “Command me. Dominate me. Do whatever you want, Knightly. I’m yours to take and dictate. Ask and you shall receive.” Sienna purred, confidently. Surrendering everything, leaving it to me. God, the power and high I got from her submission was nothing like I had ever felt before.

  Dio mio, I have really found the perfect woman.

  The feeling was heady. The feeling of finality when one knows that the person you love was completely and irrevocably yours. Body and soul, Sienna was mine. And I hers.

  “Turn around, stay in this position.” My eyes lusted after her pert bottom, her cunny in view, glistening, ready for me. “Your cunt is already wet for me, cara.” Reaching out, I closed my eyes and groaned when my finger gently parted her folds, and more of her hot silk juices oozed out of soft slit.

  “More.” Sienna panted, pushing her pussy harder against my digit.

  Her little moans and tiny pants were driving me into a lustful, animalistic erotic haze.

  Hell, I haven’t shagged in a week, since she and I have been so busy after we got back from Marbella. Though the offers were endless where ever I went, I dare not do anything reckless. Truth be told, I was not even tempted to say yes. It never used to be that way. That is until Sienna. There was no one I lusted and my cock craved more than Sienna. The power she has over me is overwhelming and it scares me witless, but I gladly did it. For my love, I’d do anything. Anything. At. All.

  “What do you want me to do to your nice little cunt, love?” I teased, running my hot tongue from her pussy to ass, lingering a bit on her hole, before planting a kiss on each of her smooth butt cheeks.

  Her nails dug onto the velvet bed, delirious. “Whatever you want.”

  She really was fucking serious about me dominating her. Then, I will gladly deliver her delightful request. “I want you to call me, God, your God. I will be the only fucking star in your universe. You will solely focus on me, and only me. You will deliver each and every command I will ask of you. Your lone purpose is to please my cock, nothing else. In this room, my cock is your purpose. You will breath it, live for it, consume it and gloriously FUCK this cock. Understood?”

  “Yes, God. Now, will you please get a move on?” she was getting impatient, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I lightly chuckled at my woman. Yes, this lovely creature is mine, my lovely Sienna.

  My eyes gathered all the sexual paraphernalia that was on display close by. “Have you had Kegel Balls inserted inside?” I asked, knowing quite well she hasn’t, before I went and reached for the wicked balls. I amusedly shook my head when I heard her mutter some colorful words.

  I doubted if she would be any good as a submissive woman. She’s too feisty, but the thought alone, that she’s willing to even try to be one for me, was gratifying enough.

  I got my fingers out of her hole, slid it up and down from her anal entrance and back to her pussy. She was so wet. Lube wasn’t necessary, but I went and drizzled the liquid on her anyway.

  “Oh. My. God!” Sienna yelped as the liquid started to work its
magic on her. From her anus, it dripped low, gliding south.

  My eyes gathered what I wanted to use next. Choosing a black dildo, I used the tip of it to spread the lube around her area.

  I wanted her hot, cold and bloody on fire with need. I wanted to see her wild with abandon, carnivorous and insatiable.

  I placed the dildo back on the mirrored tray, The Balls cold in my hands. I splattered the chrome balls with more liquid and let it glide against her sex. “I’m going to insert this inside your cunt. It’s going to feel heavy and I need you to clench and tighten your vaginal muscles, so it stays in there.”