Dev had taken her under her wing, and they’d soon formed this little girl-power group of two that half irritated me when they rode my ass and talked about redecorating the shop, and half made me smile because it was good for Dev to have a girlfriend. I had a feeling it was good for Sienna too.
She didn't seem to have a great home life, her eyes usually downcast and a little dark when she came in in the morning.
I’d been biting my tongue about bringing her back to my place, but the only thing that stopped me was crossing the line too soon. Sienna was special. Something down deep and dark inside her pulled me, made me want to protect her, to claim her as mine, and to vow to cover her in kisses every fucking day for the rest of my days.
My patience snapped the afternoon I walked in from lunch and found some skinny excuse for a guy chatting up my girl.
Hip resting against the counter, leaning in, eyes looking her up and down like he wanted to pull up her dress and shove his dick in places it didn’t belong.
“Here for a tattoo?” I nodded curtly as I walked up, assessing him with my eyes.
I brushed against Sienna, her eyes darting up to meet mine, a small smile forming on her lips.
“This is Cade. We graduated together. Haven’t seen him since my senior year, and he was wondering if you had a walk-in appointment available?”
“Don’t do walk-ins,” I barked, probably too short. But I didn’t give a fuck if this guy ever set foot in my shop again, his eyes on Sienna was not working for me. In fact, I was barely restraining the urge to pummel him, fists clenching at my sides as I gritted my teeth and turned away. “Call for an appointment.”
“Can’t I make one now with Sienna?” Christ, his voice was still squeaky. She didn’t like this guy, did she? Fuck, don’t even tell me she’d dated him.
“Calls only.” I stalked around the desk and opened the door wide to show him out. “Booked out a few months at least, may want to find another artist.” I added a half snarl on the end, just for good measure.
He glanced back at Sienna for a second before nodding at me. “Thanks.”
I turned, eyes locked on Sienna’s. Her eyes widened when she saw me stalking toward her, a frown turning her face when my hand locked with hers.
I pulled her alongside me back to the piercing room, closing and locking the door behind me. “Bend over.” Pulling out the chair, I plopped down, knees spread, and patted my lap. “Bend over.”
“What?” The small gasp that fell from her lips made me want to pull her hair and shove my tongue down her throat.
“Didn’t like the way he was looking at you, and I sure as hell didn’t like the way you were getting so friendly with him.”
“Friendly? You mean doing my job?”
“Bend over, Sienna. I’m punishing you for even looking at another man.”
Her eyes turned dark before she breezed across the floor, smiling at me once before she bent over my lap and flipped the skirt of her dress in the air.
My cock pounded like a fucking freight train in my jeans when the round curve of her lush ass was revealed in cheeky goddamn underwear. “You’re getting another spanking for wearing these underneath this skirt. Fuck, what happens when you're bent over cleaning?”
“I don’t clean like a hooker, River!”
I arched one eyebrow, sliding a palm over her warm skin and enjoying the silky-soft flesh against mine. “It’s taking everything in me not to drill you into the wall right now. You can’t wear this fucking stuff around me.” I snapped the elastic, causing a soft breath of air to expel past her lips. With a mix of adrenaline and lust, I yanked the panties down her ass and landed the first smack on her cheek. The smooth flesh wiggled, making an actual groan burn past my lips. “Fuck, seeing you bent over my knee drives me goddamn insane for you, Sienna.”
I landed another swift crack on her lower cheek, smiling when the imprint of my hand pinked up her skin almost instantly.
“I should tattoo my initials on your skin, a reminder that you're mine. Would you like that?”
She squirmed, hips jerking against mine with every smack. I landed another two on the other cheek in quick succession, my heart hammering, blood forcing its way out of my head and steeling my cock.
This woman unraveled me one beautiful moment at a time.
“Nothing drives me crazier than seeing you talk to another man, Sienna.” I swatted her again, this time harder, her ass turning a deeper shade of crimson.
“You like my hands on your skin? Leaving my mark? Branding you so you won’t be able to sit down for a week?”
“Oh God, River…” She squirmed, ass lifting in the air as if to meet my palm.