She was sitting in the kitchen waiting for Lori to give her the signal. Lori burst through the kitchen doors.
"He's here. So is your dad. And Sienna..." she said lowly."What?"She shook her head from side to side. "Damn girl, he looks so fine! He's not in uniform. Just a white polo shirt, jeans and clean white sneaks. Damn!"Sienna was quickly drenched. When the moisture appeared between her thighs, she hoped it wouldn't happen so quickly. She was enraged by everything about him! Everything about him: his voice, his 6'3 sculpted swimmer's form, his laugh...everything However, she was soon able to return to the here and now.
"What about your father?" Suddenly, she yelled in agony. Why is he even here?" That's what they said! He promised to stay away!"In any case, they're all waiting for your arrival." "Stop it!" It seemed like Lori was pulling Sienna down the corridor as she said this.As soon as Lori opened the ballroom doors, Sienna was inundated with a kaleidoscope of blue lights and music. He halted the music and screamed over the microphone, "There she is, looking good as hell. "It's your birthday, girl."She was inundated with birthday greetings and hugs and kisses from her classmates. As she chatted with several of them, she kept an eye on Brandon. He was chatting with her father in the corner. A small blonde woman in a short black dress strolled over to Brandon as she was ready to leave the conversation. She wrapped her arm around his neck and elevated his arm. When she approached him, he didn't halt but he didn't drop his arm. In the aftermath of the attack, Sienna felt as if she had been hit in the gut. She sat there in a daze, her eyes fixed on them. He had the audacity to invite a slut to her birthday celebration!As the DJ played a calm mix, couples began to join the dance floor and the conversation began to die down. It was Sienna's turn to go outside. She spotted a group of young men looking at her from a distance. She was aware of what they were thinking. She figured this clothing would be appropriate. Had to. But if he brought someone along, she'd have to work even harder.She turned to face her father while he and Brandon were still chatting. Her father was ready to wave, but he paused and glared at her. Sienna took a big drink and screamed. That's why he was frowning, she was sure of it. In the Victoria's Secret catalogs, this was the type of outfit that he didn't want to see on his only daughter. To observe what had distracted Brandon's father, Brandon turned around. She approached them and she could see Brandon's smile go away. She could feel his gaze moving over her, examining every inch of her, even her lack of clothing. She felt utterly exposed.At the party of three, she spotted a young blonde lady staring at her and glanced her way a few times from the corner of her eye as she approached the group. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, and her make-up was overdone. There was no doubt that her blonde hair was dyed. Just yet, Sienna couldn't face Brandon. A little later, she returned her gaze to her father. That's why she knew Commander Branson wouldn't say anything right away—but she'd be in for a lot of wrath in the future.Her father whispered in her ear, "Happy birthday, baby."Father: "I appreciate it."Sienna was aware that his eyes were piercing her. She was aware that she would have to acknowledge him at some point in the future. She drew a deep breath and shifted her attention to him. Eyes narrowed slightly, piercing green. You wouldn't know he was upset if you didn't know him, but Sienna did. When she looked at him, she was able to recognize the tiniest changes in his face. He was on edge. No, he was infuriated!He said, "Happy birthday, Sienna," with a strained jaw. There was no introduction of the girl. However, she chose to voice her opinion."Happy birthday, sweetheart." It's a good age. "It's official!"When she looked at Brandon, she saw him tighten up and put his hands on her shoulders. Her mouth made a 'o' as if she was about to utter "ouch," but the emotion on his face stopped her from saying anything.So many thanks to Sienna and BT, too.It appeared as though the woman was checking in with Brandon to see whether or not it was acceptable to reveal her identity. "April" was all she could say when he didn't look away from Sienna.It's a pleasure to have you and April here.Uncomfortable quiet reigned. Brandon kept staring at Sienna, her dad looked over at the youngsters trying to poison the punch, and April looked down at her dress and pulled an imagined piece of lint off it. She returned his gaze, striving valiantly not to look away at first. She felt self-conscious and folded her hands over her chest, which everyone in the room could see.She was determined not to let him down on her big day. If only he had known that she had put on this dress for him and that he would be able to take it off of her later that night. She made a decision to be brave. His gaze was fixed on her as she lifted her head high and glared at him.On my birthday, would you mind giving me the first dance? "BT," I said.For a few seconds, he stood there, his face expressionless. April's dad grinned uncomfortably as he glanced at her in disbelief.Sure, he said under his breath as he made his way to the middle of the dance floor, passing her by.Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling as she waited for him to follow with his hands on the hips. High-heeled sandals in hand, she approached him.
When she got to him, he stretched out and grabbed her waist. A lot more brutally than she expected. In fact, he wasn't even gazing at her; he was staring over her instead. When she put her arms around his neck, he refused even to glance at her."I hope you're enjoying yourselves. He interrupted her before she could finish her sentence: "The DJ is new, but..."What's going on?" He inquired. He was still keeping an eye on her, but she didn't seem to notice. He was, however, quickly inhaling and exhaling via his nostrils.She couldn't come up with anything to say. She was aware that he was referring to the clothing, but she chose to remain silent.Inquiringly, I ask, "What do you mean?"Sienna, don't mess with me. I'm sure you understand exactly what I'm referring to. Your dad was mortified to see you in this clothing."It's my party, and I'm allowed to do anything I want," she said, as he pressed his muscular hands into her waist. She'd only ever seen him enraged once before in her life, and she found it both terrifying and enthralling.Then he stretched his jaw and glanced at her. His eyes glowed with a mixture of annoyance and want. That's not the case. Her eyes are playing tricks on her. A few seconds later, she watched his gaze drop to her breasts, and then she saw him draw a line from there to her neck, then to her lips and finally to her eyes.All the men in this room are thinking about what? Asked, "What do you think of a girl in an outfit like this?" she said.So engrossed in his gaze that she didn't detect the sting in his words, Sienna couldn't help but fall for him. She managed to say, "No, what?" while still peering into his eyes.That's what they think of her," he murmured to her, his voice hushed and soft.She felt as though a bucket of icy water had been thrown at her with that word. Her face contorted in disbelief. However, he clung to her even after she withdrew her arms and sought to free herself from his clutches. She was shocked to hear him refer to her like that. She noticed that her vision had become clouded. However, she refused to shed a tear in front of him. To make him fall in love with her, she merely donned this outfit. Surely he was aware of it.His voice was hushed this time, but she didn't hear it. In other words, "And you're not a slut??" Rather than a question, he presented it as a fact. Even her efforts, she was unable to move any other portion of her body, despite shakily shaking her head."You're correct, you aren't," he says. This makes me wary of seeing you out and about wearing anything that barely covers your derrieres. would want to avoid the appearance that I'm aloof from men." "Because then I'd have to murder them," he continued, looking her directly in the eye. She shuddered as he spoke those words. A bored-looking April was seated in the chair next to him. He released her and turned his back before returning to April. When Sienna's father went in, he grabbed her hand, spoke briefly to him, shook his hand, and then walked out of the room without even looking back at her.Sienna had concluded the festivities in her head.************
What a jerk you are, B.T.! "Oh, aaaag" In the center of Brandon's bed, April moaned while Brandon was fucking her from behind her behind. Using both hands, he squeezed her small breast with one hand and her short blonde hair with the other. Her pussy had been his only source of solace from the exhaustion that had taken its toll on his body. It was obvious that they were both drenched in sweat. He didn't give a fuck what was happening to his dick. Her life was in shambles because of him. The bed banged into the wall when he pulled it up against it. In spite of the fact that he was aware that he was exploiting April, he didn't give a fuck.
As a result of the party, he'd been struggling to come to terms with it. His jaw dropped as he realized she had gotten out of bed and put on that outfit. Despite the wind blowing over her face, the dress remained in place on her body as she made her way. As far as he was concerned, she was the most attractive woman he had ever seen. If he were to be absolutely honest with himself, he first saw it when she was 16 years old. A 5'6" woman with the most toned caramel thighs I'd ever seen walked into the room. As a result of her thin waist and beautiful tits, she was out of reach for him. For the love of God, this chick was making him crazy.As soon as he saw her, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with her: drag her outside to his car and fuck her on the hood. Tonight, all that mattered to him was sex with her. He'd dreamed about it in the past, but this was different. Hard. Because of his desire to possess her, he aspired to claim her body as his own. In the same way, the young punks were undoubtedly thinking that if he was thinking that. When Sienna was in front of her father, Jackson, he had always maintained a space between himself and her. He never acknowledged that she had a significant influence on him. Her father owed an immense debt of gratitude to Jackson, who had transformed his life in a single stroke. Brandon was convinced that he owed him his life and that he had to compensate him for it. In order to aid him, he would go to great lengths. He was, without a doubt, the dad he had always wanted to be.When Brandon was six years old, his mother decided to leave him with his aunt while she went to work. He never knew his real father. She never returned. Until he was seventeen, he lived with his uncle and aunt in Boston and went to school there. They treated him with a degree of brutality. His uncle kicked him in the shins on a regular basis for no apparent reason.Then, one day, Brandon made a decision to take matters into his own hands. As soon as Harold left the room to buy a drink for himself, Brandon hit him on the back of the head with his minor league bat. His uncle didn't take long to fall to the ground. Nothing troubled Brandon as he stood and watched him, oblivious to the blood pouring from his skull. He quietly contacted the police department on the phone. What happened was relayed to them. His uncle was taken to the hospital as soon as the ambulance arrived. Even though he was unconscious, his heart was still pounding away inside of him.A police officer who knew Harold and viewed him as garbage told his aunt, Sara, that Brandon had hit him with the bat in self-defense and that she should not file charges. Given the circumstances, this was an easy claim to make given Brandon's smashed lip and injured eye earlier in the day. In the end, Aunt Sara had no option but to put Brandon's clothing out on the front step when they returned back at the house from school.While her family was welcoming him into their home, his face was on fire with humiliation as she publicly shamed him for his arrival. Residents and drivers on the street slowed down as they passed by to observe the spectacle. The worst embarrassment he had ever felt in his life. It was time for him to leave, so he grabbed his possessions and put on his tough front, which he had perfected in preparation for his inevitable survival.
Squatting at several friends' places followed. In the end, he decided it was better to have a diploma to show for all the time he had spent in this government-created prison than to drop out. Upon graduation, he found a part-time job at Burger King. He realized at that point that his life was a complete waste of time. Nevertheless, he and his best friend Kevin would steal automobiles and bring them to the chop shop for additional cash. That was a good deal for me.
Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someone might be able to put him out of his suffering once and for all! It happened one day after he had just returned from fucking Nina and was waiting at the bus stop for Kevin, when he noticed a bus passing by and decided to investigate. It wasn't his typical bus, but it was the one with th
Plus, he knew her type. Because she was the Commander's only child, and a daughter, to boot...so she was spoiled rotten. She got whatever she wanted. She would flirt with him in her designer shoes and handbags. She would stomp her little perfectly pedicured feet and pout her lips when her father wouldn't cave in. On several occasions he had to force himself to leave for fear of saying something he would regret when she threw her temper tantrums in front of him and her father. He knew what she needed, and that was a paddle to her ass, and he was more than willing to give it to her. When he had been in Boston, he knew girls like her. Spoiled little rich brats. Of course they would fuck him, because he knew how to take them into euphoric worlds that their preppy boyfriends didn't even know existed. But take him home to daddy? Fuck no. And he resented them for that. And secretly he resented Sienna. He knew not only was he too old for her, but that he also wasn't good enough for
Sienna sighed as she brought herself back to the present. "I'm not sure if he's envious or not. I mean, he was the one who invited that woman to my party. He obviously doesn't give a damn about what I have to say. And, let's be honest, why would he? He's 28 years old, a Navy Seal, and he's gorgeous enough to get any lady he wants. Why should he settle for an 18-year-old black girl who has a thing for him?" "Come on, that has absolutely nothing to do with your race. It might even turn him on, who knows. Plus, don't pretend like you're not a hot piece of work, Miss Thang. You were far more attractive than the dejected young lady he brought with him. Did you see how all of the boys were staring at you? Marcus in particular. His tongue was dangling from the corners of his mouth "Lori burst out laughing. "You need to keep that dress for the rest of your life!" Sienna burst up laughing as well. She had a strong reaction to the clothing. Moreover, if it was successful in in
"What are you doing here?" he asked calmly. "I wanted to see you," Sienna admitted quietly. "She wanted to see me," he repeated to himself. "Okay, grab your keys. I'm taking you home. I'll drive behind you since I'm going to have a little talk with the Commander," he said, as he was looking for his keys, also. "I don't have my keys. I didn't drive," Sienna said. He looked up at her and then walked over to the window. "Who dropped you off?" "No one, I...I uh, walked here." He stood staring at her for a long time. She could swear he didn't move an inch. The only movement she could detect was the throbbing of the veins in his neck. "You walked from your house to my house in that dress?" he asked incredulously, through clenched teeth. Sienna was scared to say yes, but she slightly nodded her head. Then he exploded. "You FUCKING walked all the way here in that fucking dress?!!" he screamed at her again. "Goddamnit, S
Once again, she was glancing out the window when he returned his gaze to her direction. He hadn't intended to be confrontational with her, but she needed to be taught something. Brandon decided to speak after a few minutes of deafening quiet. "Okay, because you're not going to say anything, I'm going to say what I have to say anyhow. I'm sorry for what occurred back at my place. I'm sorry for what happened back there. I got a little carried away. And if I've done you any harm, please accept my sincere apologies." "Do you want me?" she said, turning to face him in anticipation of his response. That wasn't one of the things he was anticipating her to say, and it certainly wasn't the one. His response was a complete and total blank. If he responded affirmatively, she would be encouraged. He would appear to be a liar, though, if he answered no after tonight's brief demonstration. He made the decision to be brutally honest. "Sienna, of course I'm i
Lori was in her bed asleep when Sienna came barreling through. She pulled the dress off and put on a thin shirt and got into bed. Lori turned to ask her a question right as they heard a knock on the door. "We're sleeping, dad," Sienna yelled through the door. "You just got in there. Let's not wake Lori up. Please come to my study, we need to talk." Shit, she thought. This was easily racking up to be the worst night of her life. She just wanted to go to bed and dream that it never happened. "Now young lady," he quietly whispered through the door. She threw the covers off and grabbed her white shorts and snatched the door open. Her father was standing there staring at her. He turned and walked back to his study. She begrundginly followed. When they reached the study, he sat down in his chair and leaned back. He calmed himself before he spoke to her. She stood with hands on hips staring at him. A smile reached the corner of her mouth when
Brandon walked back and forth in front of the hospital's entrance. LT Nick Dennison was also in attendance. LT, as he was affectionately known by his fellow soldiers. Nick had informed the other men that the Commander was in good health and only need relaxation. As a result, they gradually left one by one. All, with the exception of Brandon, of course. And he had no intention of leaving until he had the opportunity to speak with Jackson. Sienna sat on a hospital bench and stared at Brandon with wide eyes. He was attempting to maintain his composure, but she was well aware that her phone call to him earlier that evening had terrified the very daylights out of him. He maintained his poker face, but his frequent back and forth walking revealed his true identity. When Sienna contacted him, he was almost back to his house when he nearly flipped his jeep while attempting to turn around in the wrong direction. Dr. Smith had been informed by the doctors that t
As soon as she let out a groan, her whole body relaxed below him. He could feel her breathing become more rapid. He felt he'd lost his mind the instant he saw such intense passion in her eyes for him. Even the better man was doomed... She flung her arms around his neck, practically feeling needy, and clung to him with all her might. As soon as Brandon hit rock bottom with her, he needed to take a deep breath and regroup. She had never felt so fantastic in her life. He'd never felt anything like that in his entire life before. His dick felt like it was wrapped in a warm, tight glove that had been fashioned just for him. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that she was looking up at him. Taking a step closer to her, he kissed her lips once more. But he was in desperate need of more. He began to slowly draw away from the table and push back into it. Her arms clenched around his neck in a tight knot. She blinked her eyes shut. However, it was still not en
Jackson stared down at his daughter. "Baby, no need to ever ask me that. Of course you can." Sienna nodded and turned to look back at the door. This would be the hardest thing she ever had to do, but she was lying in a hospital and Brandon was so miserable, he couldn't even bear to be around her. Love wasn't supposed to leave you broken like this, was it? She no longer wanted to hurt him. And she figured he wouldn't want to hurt her anymore. Being apart, was the only option left for them to take. After an hour of trying to convince herself that she could do it, she finally drifted back to sleep. Brandon sat on his couch cloaked in misery. He had spent the night in the waiting room, only to have the Commander wake him up and say that he still couldn't see Sienna and it was best if he went home. At first he had protested, but Commander Branson had said it was for her own good, because they didn't want to add any extra stress. So Brandon conceded again.
"Mmm, damn, boy," Lori breathed into Derek's ear as he continued to roughly kiss her neck. She was in the back seat of his car. 'A Mercedes,' she thought to herself. She had never fucked a guy in the back of a Mercedes, but she damn sure was going to give it a try. Derek pulled her shirt up and then reached around to undo her bra. Lori was glad she had Derek to take her mind off of her own guilt. She never dreamed Chris would confront BT like that. What, did he have a fucking death wish or something? She felt like she had caused all of this. She hoped Sienna and BT would make up and get over their problems. She felt bad leaving Sienna in the middle of all of this, but she was leaving for school. In two days, she'd be halfway across the country. Derek's tongue was working magic on her left nipple. His hand quickly made its way down to her warm pussy and jerked her panties aside. She couldn't wait to feel his smooth fingers sliding inside her—and then perhaps s
He just didn't want to deal with this shit right now. "I'm so sorry, if--" Brandon cut her off. "I don't want your fucking apology right now, okay?" he said, as he made his way to the bedroom. God, she was making his head swim. Sienna needed him to see her point of view. She needed him to understand her reasoning. She didn't want him to think she was a cold-hearted monster. She knew she shouldn't have pushed him, but she couldn't help herself. She followed him to the back and cornered him in the bedroom. Brandon had removed his shirt and was in the process of turning the sheets down when she entered. He felt her eyes on him and finally decided to look up. She stood there with her bottom lip tucked gently between her teeth. Her eyes were wide and unsure, but also seemed very weak looking. He hated this. He hated this feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just wanted to forget that yesterday—today---fuck, he couldn't even keep up with the days. But rega
When Sienna entered the bar, she immediately spotted Darren and Brandon. They were sitting at a booth in the back with another Seal she had seen at her father's birthday party earlier, and two women. Sienna's eyes lingered on the woman sitting next to Brandon. She was sitting a little too close and laughing loudly at something he was saying to her. Sienna's skin felt like it was crawling. She walked over to the booth with her head held high. She saw Brandon look up at her as she approached the group. Brandon chugged down the last of his beer and chased it with a shot, then called the waiter back over to the table. "Hey, we need another round for the whole table. Jack, this time," he said, as he slammed some money down. Sienna could tell by the redness around his eyes, that he was getting shit faced. Completely. Which made her feel even worse about everything. "Brandon, can I talk to you?" she tried to shout above the loud music. "Well,
Brandon narrowed his eyes at the Commander as he grabbed Sienna's hand about to pull her away. "Let. Go. Of her," Jackson quietly said. "She's MY child." "And she's carrying MY child!" Brandon spat back at him. Jackson opened his mouth, then closed it back. He had let one man come in between his family before, and that one took his wife. He would be DAMNED if another came in and took his daughter. This was going to end now! "Darren, Lori and Sienna...you can leave. Brandon and I are going to handle this once and for all," Jackson said cooly, never removing his burning glare from Brandon. "Daddy, that's not--" Sienna tried to get out, but Darren practically picked her up and pushed her and Lori out of the study. Sienna stared at Brandon's back as it disappeared through the slit in the door. God, she felt so miserable at that moment. Her body felt like a thousand pounds had been piled on top of her. Chris felt like an A class dou
When she was done, she got up, wiped the last little bit of his pearly liquid that was on her lips into her mouth and tried to turn and walk away. "Oh, not so fast," he breathed heavily, as he roughly grabbed her and opened the Jeep door. He forced her down, so that she was bent over the front seat, while her feet were still touching the ground. Brandon slid her legs apart with his foot. He raised the back of her dress and bent down between her legs. Brandon stuck his middle finger in his mouth and wet it. He then eagerly licked her sweet center as he slowly inserted his finger into her tight ass. "Aah, oh shit!" Sienna squealed, as she felt an extraordinary and bizarre tingle moving up her legs and to her pussy. Oh, this was a new sensation. She lost her breath. She felt his tongue plunging in and out of her pussy while his finger penetrated her other hole. "Oh, God!!" she gasped as she began coming. That was the fastest it had ever happened. She cou
Did she say something wrong? She ran back over in her head what she had said, but she didn't think she had said anything awful. But before she could question it further, the waiter brought their food. She quickly looked down at her plate and began eating through the awkward silence. "Sienna," she heard him say. She looked up and he was staring at her. "Yes?" "In the near future, would you like to have my last name for real?" Sienna almost choked on her salad. She began coughing and had to quickly drink her water. Smooth, really smooth, she thought. She looked back at Brandon. His intense stare was causing her to lose her train of thought. Was he asking her...? Oh God, don't start crying like a loser. Don't. It's not like he was asking her to marry him right then, but still... Sienna tried to think of some cool profound answer to give him. Something that will knock his socks off, and take his breath away for a change. "Yes," she
"She should be okay," Lori said to him. "You know," he stated thoughtfully, "she was throwing up like that while BT was locked up." "Oh, yeah." "She's been sick like that for awhile," he said, more as a statement than a question. "Yeah, must be some kind of bug," Lori said, while trying to look anywhere but at him. "Nine month bug, huh?" Darren said, while his gaze penetrated Lori's, trying to read her. "What? No. I don't know what you're talking about. She's just been really stressed, and obviously hearing about Brandon's near death caused her to feel bad again," Lori stated, as she walked over to the couch and sat down. She pretended to flip through the channels again, but she knew Darren was still staring at her. "Is there anything BT should know?" he asked, clearly pissed off. Lori ignored him. Shit! She didn't know what to do. She was sure that Sienna didn't want Darren knowing about her situation. He would tell Br
Oh no, what had she done now. "Brandon?" she tentatively asked, as she walked over towards him. He quickly turned around and spewed water from his mouth like a fountain, at her. Sienna sputtered and coughed when the water splashed her face. Her mouth dropped open as she stood there in shock. She couldn't believe he had just done that! And he stood there laughing his ass off and wiping his mouth. "You asshole!" she screamed, as she playfully attacked him. She ran to the sink and turned the faucet on and started throwing handfuls of water at him, soaking everything in her path. Brandon couldn't help himself. He had just taken a sip of water when he heard her coming, and he knew the look she would give him would be priceless if he did it. And he was right. She had stood there with water dripping from her face and a look that could kill. He quickly ducked to avoid the water she was trying to toss on him