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At least in my experience that’s the way it is and the scary part is, I am anything but logical. I’m reckless, impulsive, free of inhibitions and intuitive. But logic, when it comes to Sebastian at least, is non-existent, and that right there is another one of my fears.
I sit upon the windowsill for what feels like hours, but with my phone stuffed in my boot I can’t say for sure. He didn’t follow me like I expected, didn’t ever appear outside the door or over my shoulder watching me like I’d hoped. I couldn’t have lost him; I wasn’t walking that fast and he is definitely not by any means slow. Which can only mean he came to his senses and realized it wasn’t worth it. That or something more appealing appeared before him. Like dessert before the main course, not as filling but definitely more enticing and pleasurable. I think it was the latter. I’m just about to resign to the fact I most likely will not be getting fucked tonight, not like I should care anyway, and stand moving toward the door.
Then it happens, my unintentional prayers are answered.
Sebastian appears at the door, hair slightly disheveled, jacket and vest nowhere to be seen, and the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone. My mind immediately goes to all the wrong places, imagining him in another room with some other bitch, but I quickly shove those thoughts away with the mere justification that I shouldn’t give a fuck. Though his gaze looks more or less troubled, like he just dealt with something much graver than a quick fuck down the hall. The desperate look in his dilated eyes makes me step forward, closing the distance between us as I reach my hand to gently run a finger across his cheek. His eyes move from me to my fingers against his skin, his hand quickly moving to grip my wrist tugging it away. The earlier look of helplessness is instantly replaced by a terrifying and exhilarating predatory gaze making my thighs involuntarily press together. He senses the shift in my body, surely feeling the rise in my body temperature as his gaze travels down to my legs before meeting mine again.
Holy fucking hell.
A bewitching smirk appears upon his face, taking over the tantalizing scowl and making me quiver in my fuck me boots. He steps forward, advancing until I’m flush against the wall behind me, his hands moving to cage me in with no escape. My first thought isn’t to flee, no fight or flight. It isn’t to plan my escape route and look for the nearest exit as I usually do the moment I step foot in a crowded room. No, my instinct is to reach up and take his face in mine, kissing away the worry clearly visible in his gaze, underneath the cloud of desire and greed that seems to appear when he’s with me.
So that is exactly what I do. The half empty bottle of Don Julio falls out of my hand and crashes against the hardwood floor, shattering into a million pieces just like I feel the glass cages around my vulnerabilities do as I take his lips in mine. He doesn’t push away, doesn’t even move to touch me, he just simply lets me take control of this kiss. It’s a rarity. The times we’ve been together, he’s been a dominating beast taking charge, claiming control, giving me no other option than to submit to him and resign all power. It’s a welcome change but sadly not what I need. I pull away looking up into his eyes but find them closed. I can see his heart racing, vein pulsating in his throat. His chest rises and falls in unwavering rhythms as he internally tries to fight the urge to take me as roughly as he’s used to. At least I think that’s why he’s acting reluctant.
His breathing is heard in the expanse of the room, the only sound I hear tuning out all the noise just outside the now closed door. “You want to know a secret?” he whispers gravelly against my lips. I nod but don’t think he notices since his eyes remain closed. “When I close my eyes, all I see is you.” His bluntness shocks me, sending a wave of heat over me. “When I’m consumed with rage, seeing you is the only thing that can calm my fury. When I am lost you’re all I want to find. When I need to find release, to retain control of my life, you’re the only thing I need to claim, to dominate.”
A strong hand shoots out wrapping around my neck, nearly cutting off all my air supply. Gasping for air my eyes go wide with fear at his ability to snap my neck in half with just one gentle squeeze, or worse at how easily I’d let him.
“What am I to do about my,” he pauses, opening his eyes and staring directly into mine with his tar-stained irises, “dilemma?” he asks, a hint of humor in his rhetorical question. I, however, take it as a genuine inquiry.
My hand moves to his chest, gently pushing him back and he understands my unspoken plea as his hand loosens around my neck, but he doesn’t remove it completely. “You do what you always do Sebastian,” I murmur, my voice hoarse from the lack of oxygen I was inhaling. “You take, you demand, you dominate, and as always I will submit to ecstasy, to the relief of giving up my power, turning it all over to you.” Now it’s he who is shocked by my admission, his eyes softening, a curiosity like that of a child wondering what is hidden in his Christmas present, seen in his gaze. “So now it’s me who asks you Sebastian, what am I to do about mydilemma.”
He grins widely, the dimple on the edge of his right cheek making its usual appearance and I immediately quiver in need. “Well there is only one thing to do to solve our problems,” he whispers, gripping my hips roughly and lifting me up into his arms, my legs invariably wrapping around his waist pressing his already present bulge in his pants into my greedy center. “We give into our needs, we relinquish our reluctance, and we claim what we want.”
“Then do it Sebastian, claim me, overpower me, do with me as you please. Do what it takes to erase the thought of whatever it is that’s troubling you. Use me to forget whoever made that look of resignation appear in those empty gray eyes of yours but do it now, before my own demons make me realize what a horrible mistake I am making.” Once again, that is all that needs to be said.
Without warning he moves us over to the king-sized bed throwing me atop it without releasing me, his body hovering heavily over me. His shirt strains against his biceps, muscles threatening to tear through the crisp lines of the dress shirt as his chest heaves in anticipation. Fuck I’m already soaking wet, I wouldn’t be surprised if I come undone with just another one of his predatory, seductive glances. A greedy mouth comes down on mine, biting my lips, forcing me open with his tongue as his cold metal piercing cools the heat inside me. He bites the sensitive skin on my chin, moving to suck on my exposed neck that curves further back when I can’t handle the explosive sensation, leaving his mark on my alabaster skin.
“Bass, I don’t think I can wait long this time. I’m already coming apart.” I open my eyes to look at him, but my drunken haze blurs the room around me. His head, his body are nothing but dark shadows, hardly visible in the expanse of the room. But I hear him, panting and breathing, and then he groans like a savage beast. His rough hands move from my hips to the sides of my upper body tugging my bodysuit down and revealing my already aching nipples. The neckline of my off-the-shoulder outfit keeps my arms down at my side acting like restraints, not allowing me to reach and touch him.
“Don’t move,” he groans, his voice thick and coated in lust, blowing gently on my taut peaks, making the aching in my loins only grow more intensely, becoming terribly uncomfortable. “This is going to be quick because I need to be inside of you. It is going to be rough because when it comes to you I have no control. Are you ready for that Little Wolf?” he asks but doesn’t wait for my answer. His hands move to my waist unbuckling my shorts and tugging them down to my ankles as he settles comfortably in between my legs. From his pocket he retrieves a small foil packet, bringing it to his mouth, tearing it quickly, moving to slide it over his cock as his hands disappear beneath me. Pushing my legs open, his rough fingertips grip the fabric of the thong of my bodysuit, which is soaking wet and stuck to me, and moves it to the side exposing my bare pussy to the darkness of the room. A cool gust of air hits me like a wave of ice but instead of extinguishing the fire in me, it only acts as an accelerant.
Then it happens. He enters me in one hard, quick thrust, filling me, stretching me, and making me feel complete. “Fuck,” he moans loudly, biting down on my nipple making me cry out in pain. “Shh baby, wouldn’t want any stray admirers to come and disturb us. Or is that what you crave, are you an exhibitionist my dear?” I roll my eyes at his comment, unable to speak as I’m consumed by the ecstasy of my already incoming orgasm. All I can do is whimper against his chest as I try and fail to sit up as he continues to pump in and out of me, his breathing calm as the fucking ocean on a sunny summer day, while I’m here gasping for air, like I’m drowning in the middle of a perilous thunderstorm.
Moving with such ease, like his body was made for fucking, for doing it with me. His huge cock fills me completely yet I ache to take more of him. I need to show him how good he makes me feel, and by allowing him to control this situation I’m doing just that.
“Yes, fuck Bass. Please, I need to, Fuuckk,” the last of my cry dies on my lips as we come apart together, my body convulsing, my pussy contracting around him milking every last inch of cum from his cock as he releases inside of me.
His head falls as his body heaves against mine. Bringing his mouth to my cheek he kisses me gently before whispering in my ear, “Is it wrong I wish the whole party heard us, hoped they were watching us and saw how easily I make you come for me, but at the same time I’d kill them if they had. I’m a selfish bastard and I want to be the only one to watch you come apart.”
I’m hypnotized by his declaration, not quite able to decipher the true meaning behind his carefully chosen words. Sebastian isn’t one to talk simply to hear the sound of his voice. Unlike me, he’s broody, tense, and surprisingly quiet. If he says something it’s meant to be heard, if he confesses a truth, there is no way to ignore it. However, in the moments after the most overwhelmingly perfect orgasm, I can’t get myself to believe him. Though I don’t get the opportunity to dwell on it.
Suddenly we’re interrupted by a loud gasp coming from the direction of the hall just outside the bedroom. Bass quickly turns as I struggle to sit up and face the last person I’d ever want to see standing before us, none other than Kinsley Carlyle, Sebastian’s ex-girlfriend and the bane of my existence.
“Well, look who we have here,” Kinsley coos nonchalantly, her facial expression clearly not matching the words coming out of her mouth. If looks could kill I’d be lying in the bottom of a makeshift grave, covered in maggots and rotting. Lucky for me they don’t. I guess lucky for her as well because I’m giving her the exact same look. Not because I found her fucking the guy I’ve been utterly obsessed with who clearly doesn’t want me, but because she interrupted me while I was getting fucked. Because despite coming down from my orgasm, I wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot, never when Sebastian is concerned.
“Fuck,” Bass mutters quietly, but loud enough for me to hear, into the air as he stares up at the ceiling. He shifts and tries to climb off of me but I stop him, reaching up and grabbing his waist using the remainder of my energy to turn him away from her prying eyes. His dick is still out and my breasts are clearly in her line of sight, but we’re both too drunk and high on pheromones to react.
“I see someone is enjoying the party,” Kins whispers, strutting toward us, the rhinestone, silver gown she wears flowing behind her like a fucking wedding dress. Luscious blond hair falls against her shoulders in delicate, large barrel curls, and with a bright red stain on her pouty lips, she looks every bit the perfect version of Marylin Monroe, that is if Marilyn was a multimillionaire diamond heiress.
Beside me Sebastian lowers his head with a loud sigh, “Fuck off Kins, this doesn’t concern you,” he utters, his voice horse and irritated.
“Oh but it does Bass, tell me whose face were you imagining as you unloaded into her, was it hers just now, or mine from last night in your father’s study?” Her voice is coated in triumph as she plants the godforsaken seed of jealousy in me. Another goddamn unwanted emotion. Fucking bitch.
Quickly I move to push Sebastian off of me and he falls back against the bed by sheer luck or because his drunk ass was caught off guard, regardless I’m free from his clutches. I stand practically naked as I take my time adjusting my bodysuit, while bending down to slip my shorts back on.
“Aww come on Jade no need to run and cry, why leave when we can have a little bit of fun. I mean we know Sebastian has a type,” she steps forward until she stops right before me, her hand coming out to tame my just fucked hair. “Gorgeous blonde’s. We can work together, you and I. Bring the glorious bastard to his knees and make his most wicked fantasies come true, what do you say Sebastian?” she asks, looking behind me at Bass. I turn to look at him and he just lays there on the bed, in shock, dick out and all.
He doesn’t budge, doesn’t move to stand, or cover himself, doesn’t even tell her to fuck off or that’s she’s gone completely bonkers. He does absolutely nothing, and it fucking pisses me off. Asshole. I swear he smirks at me questioningly before I glare at him with murderous eyes, snapping him from his drunken haze.
“I said fuck off Kinsley,” he shouts, “Nothing fucking happened yesterday in my father’s study, and claiming it did is a desperate bitch move, even for you.” Now it’s my turn to smugly grin at the bitch who clearly made up the ruse just to fuck with me. I turn back to her and wink all the while she stands there mouth wide open and scowling at me before I reach out to tuck a loose curl behind her ear.
“Find another dick to fall on tonight honey,” I sneer, my voice thick and dripping with seduction. “That one has my name carved onto it’s thick, veiny shaft,” I lick my lips, moving to whisper into her ear. I hear Sebastian chuckle behind us and it only eggs me on. A glazed look of lust appears in her blue eyes, as I look down and find her nipples erect proving she is in fact aroused. Not sure if it’s because of the position she found Sebastian and I in, if she was under the doorway watching us, or if the bitch is suddenly hot for pussy and wants a piece of me too. I bite down on the lobe of her ear, teasing her in case it’s the latter, “And this pussy, well it only wants one thing, and it’s nothing you have to offer.”
