Chapter 272 Can we use condoms?

Chapter 272 Can we use condoms?

"So comfortable." Sienna let out a satisfied sigh in her heart, her body surrounded by warm and cozy water, limbs stretching freely, every pore singing, feeling more carefree and light than floating on a cloud.

She was immersed in this top-notch enjoyment when suddenly she felt a pain between her legs. A thin, hard thing was probing into her body. Sienna frowned and resisted, but the other party became more and more intrusive. Not only did it not retreat, but it also tried to spread her legs apart.

With great force and no room for resistance, Sienna endured for a while but finally got annoyed. She kicked her leg hard, splashing water everywhere, finally getting rid of the thing that had been bothering her.

As she was about to drift off contentedly, she suddenly felt something was off. She had left with Sam, so this place should be Sam's house, right? And she was lying in Sam's bathtub? Then the person she just kicked was...

Sienna suddenly shuddered and opened her eyes.

Sam stood tall by the edge of the bathtub, water dripping from his hair and chin, his shirt soaked halfway through, revealing the color of his skin underneath. 

The fancy floral fabric of his pants had a big blob of bubbles on it. Sienna knew most of Sam's clothes were dry clean only, so water meant the end for this outfit.

Water droplets fell on the tiled floor, and the bathroom was so quiet that even the sound of them shattering was crystal clear.

"M-Mr. Johnson!" Sienna hurriedly tried to get up by supporting the edge of the bathtub, but her waist and legs, worn out from excessive use, couldn't muster any strength, so she awkwardly fell back.

Another burst of water splashed out, and Sam only managed to dodge half of his body, getting his other half of the shirt wet as well.

Sienna was so scared that she froze in the water, not daring to move.

Sam grabbed a towel from the side, quickly wiped his hair and cheeks, and coldly said, "Clean up and then come out," before striding out of the bathroom.

Sienna breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, she couldn't laugh because of the mess all over the floor.

Indeed, the thin, hard thing in her dream was Sam's finger. She looked down at the bathtub and saw a bit of white fluid between her legs, the semen left by Floyd.

So Sam was cleaning her himself? She was so embarrassed.

In her mind, she cursed Floyd, the instigator, over and over again, reminding herself not to let Floyd recklessly ejaculate inside her.

Although she was on birth control, it wasn't foolproof. At such a young age, she didn't want to have a child and be tied down so early.

After thoroughly cleaning herself and the bathroom, Sienna finally left reluctantly.

Sam changed his clothes and was in the living room, using a towel to dry his hair. When he saw her coming out, he just glanced at her indifferently and didn't say much.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Sienna apologized with her hands clasped together. "I was half asleep and didn't mean to kick you, Mr. Johnson. Please punish me."

After some thought, it seemed that only taking the initiative to accept punishment could calm him down.

"Call me what?" Sam asked.

Sienna belatedly remembered her 'pet' status and awkwardly changed her words, "Master."

Sam tossed the towel aside. "Come here."

Sienna couldn't stand Sam's serious and charming demeanor, especially with his face wet, even his eyelashes had water droplets on them, making him both handsome and enticing. Even though she knew it was a trap, she would still jump into it without hesitation.

Sienna shuffled over, and when she was two steps away, Sam's wrist tightened, pulling her into his arms.

She was only wearing a thin nightgown with nothing underneath, and her two small nipples stood erect due to the cold, pushing the fabric in front into a pointed arc. Sam's throat rolled up and down, and he lowered his head to suck on them.

After an uncontrollable moan, Sienna quickly covered her mouth.

Why was she still so sensitive? Just a bite and her whole body felt numb?

Sam's tongue skillfully circled around her nipples, wetting the fabric with saliva. The cold breeze made it even colder and more stimulating, causing her nipples to tremble pitifully.

He started off gently, but now things were getting a bit out of control.

The grip around Sienna's waist tightened, making it hard for her to breathe, and Sam's breathing grew heavier. His hands, not staying still, reached under the hem of her nightgown, kneading her soft, round buttocks.

No need to ask, the hard and hot penis under his butt indicated what was coming next for her.

Would Sam go all the way this time?

Sienna felt a bit nervous. After all, he had stopped at the crucial moment in the previous encounters. Although she could vaguely guess the reason, it was still uncomfortable.

With the nightgown pulled down to her knees, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around Sam's neck, daring to sneakily unbutton his shirt.

Sam couldn't be unaware, but he allowed it.

Although this wasn't part of his plan for the day, he was still a normal man. It was cruel to restrain someone who was hungry from biting into the food placed in front of them. Plus, seeing the marks Floyd left on her body reminded Sam that he didn't want to hold back anymore.

Floyd had reminded him that sometimes, reasoning with Sienna was useless. She couldn't understand too convoluted thoughts, so a more direct approach was more effective. Using physical memory was the most convenient.

Otherwise, Andrew wouldn't have succeeded repeatedly.

"Master, it hurts!"

Sam looked at the new bite mark on Sienna's neck and slowly regained his composure. This had to be done slowly; rushing wouldn't work. It was like training a forgetful kitten, finding the right balance. You couldn't punish too harshly at once, or the silly cat would hold a grudge.

He finally spoke, "Do you want it?"

Sienna nodded.

She was really frustrated. Why was she the one being used up, yet she had to beg Sam like this?

Sure enough, Sam leaned back slightly, somewhat lazily, "Do it yourself."

Have you ever seen a diner ask the food to beg to be eaten? Well, it seemed possible with Sam!

Sienna knelt down in humiliation, venting all her frustration on his belt, pulling and tugging desperately.

Sam didn't mind, just watching her quietly. Finally managing to undo the stubborn buckle, he unzipped his pants, and the hard, hot penis pressed against her face, eager to get in. Sienna had to admit, even with his lower body like that, his expression was still so calm and composed. He was really something.

She grabbed the hot penis with her hand, about to lower her head to play with it, but Sam's hand blocked her.

Sam pulled her up, "Let's just have sex."

Was he getting impatient?

Before she could even smirk, Sam lifted her waist, making her sit on him with her legs apart. The discreet and soft entrance pressed against his fully erect penis. 

It was already soaking wet. Sienna turned her face away in shame, cursing her overly honest body. She needed to have some backbone!

Sam smiled lightly and ordered, "Kiss me."

Sienna pursed her lips, her face burning, not just thinking about kissing him. When she saw Sam drying his hair in the bathroom, she wanted to pounce on him and rub against him vigorously. But now that she had the chance, she didn't know how to proceed.

Had she brushed her teeth this morning?

She thought she had, but she hadn't rinsed her mouth after eating. What if Sam smelled something when they kissed?

Could she use the excuse of going to the bathroom to brush her teeth now?

Her hesitation was mistaken by Sam as reluctance. His smile turned cold, "Do I need to say it again?"

There was no other choice.

Sienna cautiously touched her lips to his, then quickly pulled back.

But halfway through the retreat, another hand grabbed the back of her head. Then, Sam's breath surrounded her from all sides, and her lips stung as they were kissed. Sienna winced in pain as her mouth was captured, her tongue sucked, and the air in her lungs seemed to be sucked away.

He was so powerful.

Her consciousness was being consumed, and she couldn't think of anything else except for this kiss. Her chest heaved violently, breathing heavily as if drowning, but her brain was still deprived of oxygen.

Finally, Sam let her go, adjusted the position of his penis, and signaled for Sienna to raise one leg to make it easier for him to penetrate.

Sienna, with a confused mind, leaned on Sam's shoulder, feeling the hard, hot penis slowly squeezing into her body.

The whole process of penetration was smooth without any obstacles. The entrance of her vagina clung to the thick, long penis, resisting and yielding at the same time.

Sam's eyes were slightly red, trying hard not to rush into Sienna's body immediately. It was too difficult.

"Wait." Sienna remembered something and struggled to pull away. As she sat up, the flesh of her vagina rubbed against the penis, sparking pleasure and making Sam's temples throb.

"What is it?" He gritted his teeth, barely suppressing his rage as he hold her waist forcefully.

Sienna smile shyly. "Can we use a condom?"

Sam clearly heard the sound of reason breaking.

Unable to bear it, he pressed her down, pushing the penis that had just been pulled out back in forcefully, the angle of penetration in the woman-on-top position particularly tricky and tantalizing. Sienna shuddered and let out a muffled groan.

Sam gritted his teeth slightly, "Floyd can cum inside you, and I have to wear a condom?"