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“Was it really necessary for you to have these men babysitting me the whole time you were gone? You made me feel like a goddamn child,” I growl.
“Yes. It was,” he replies.
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to keep you safe while I was gone. I wanted to make sure that nothing happened to you, baby girl,” he says. “I didn’t intend to make you feel like a child. But this world is full of pricks like that guy at your school… Brock. If anything happened to you while I wasn’t here to protect you, I never would have forgiven myself.”
I’m taken aback by his words. By his honesty. Vulnerable isn’t a word I’d ever use to describe Bastian, but that’s what I see in his eyes as he looks at me. He truly was worried about me. I still don’t necessarily like being locked into his house like an animal in captivity but hearing his sincere worry for me makes me understand his motivation for doing it. Not that I like it, mind you, but he sounds authentic. Genuine. And I don’t get the idea that he’s just trying to placate me. Bastian isn’t that kind of guy. He tells it like it is—whether you like it or not.
His words are reassuring and take some of the bite out of my anger. But only for a moment. The insecurity I felt—that I usually feel—rears its ugly head once more and it makes me circle back to the idea that he’s somehow patronizing me. It makes me go back to wondering if what I said that night freaked him out and that’s what made him leave. It doesn’t necessarily explain or justify him keeping me under guard, but it does explain leaving the Sphinx and his goon squad to look after me in his absence, I guess.
“So… you really were just out dealing with some business issues?” I ask.
He nods. “Yes.”
“But what sort of business? You’re a firefighter.”
“That doesn’t matter right now,” he replies. “All that matters is that I have things in motion that will ensure I keep my promises to your father and take care of you the way he wanted.”
With my arms still folded beneath my breasts, I walk around the room and pretend that I don’t see the way his eyes follow me. Pretend I don’t see the way he looks at the way my white cotton panties frame and cup my ass, the light of desire burning bright in his eyes. He’s doing his best to force himself to look away but is failing miserably at it. The power I feel coursing through me in the moment is heady. Intoxicating. As always though, that thread of insecurity weaves itself around everything and until I get an answer to the question I’ve been too afraid to ask, it will continue interfering with my plans.
I stop pacing and turn to him, drawing in a deep breath as I try to quell my racing heart. My body tingles and my stomach is roiling. But I swallow hard and let my breath out, standing with my shoulders back and my jaw clenched with determination.
“So, what I said that day… what I called you… that didn’t upset you?” I ask, sounding a little more timid than I wanted.
I see his jaw flex as he grits his teeth, and a strange look crosses his face. Bastian looks down at his hands folded in his lap for a moment then raises his eyes to me again.
“No. It didn’t upset me,” he says. “I… I liked hearing it. Far more than I wanted to. I want to hear you say it again. And that’s the only thing that scares me—that I liked it. I think I may have liked it too much.”
“Y—you did?”
He nods. “I did.”
My head swims and my vision wavers as a sense of lightheadedness come crashing down over me. My legs shake so hard, I'm afraid they'll give out beneath me and my heart batters the inside of my chest. It’s what I wanted to hear. It’s not what I expected him to say, but it’s what I wanted to hear and now that he’s said it, I don’t know what to do.
I stare at him blankly for a minute, my entire body tingling, my chest heaving, and my sex growing wetter by the second. The gleam in his eye sends a quiver through my warm, wet center and that seems to engage my brain. Without giving myself time to think about it, I rush over to him, gripping his face in my hands and kiss him.
11
Sebastian
Her kiss takes me off guard, but it instantly floods my body with heat. She swirls her tongue around mine, her fingers pressing hard into my cheeks as she grips me. It’s as if she’s afraid if she lets go, I’m going to disappear. I’m not going anywhere though. I want this—I want her—way too much. And it’s not just the sex. There’s more behind that physicality. A lot more. It’s something I realized when I was away.
I pull Bree to me, running my hands down her back and cup her round, firm ass, giving it a hard squeeze. She kisses my neck, her tongue sliding up and down before she nips at my earlobe. My cock is rigid and straining at the front of my jeans, growing so hard it’s almost painful. I yank her panties down and slide my fingers into her cleft, smiling at the warmth and wetness I find. And as my fingers dance across her button, she moans and pulls my head closer to her chest. She lifts her shirt and as I work my fingers in and out of that tight, moist hole between her legs, I take her pert nipple into my mouth.
“Yes, baby,” she purrs as her juices spill down the insides of her thighs.
A sultry smile crosses Bree's lips and she pushes me onto my back. Before I can get up though, she nimbly scrambles up my body and straddles my face. I open my mouth as she settles down onto me, grinding her sex against my mouth. I lap at her slit furiously as she rocks back and forth, gripping my hair and yanking it with ferocity as she throws her head back and moans. As I plunge my tongue into her dripping wet hole, I reach back and slap her ass. She gasps as the crack of flesh meeting flesh echoes around the room.
Bree grips my hair with one hand, rolling her hips, and riding my face with a gleeful abandon. Her cries of pleasure are music to my ears. I lick at her cunt and graze her button with my teeth, making her squeal. She rocks back and forth on my face even harder, gripping my head with her thighs even tighter. I slap her ass again as I drive my tongue into her slit, making Bree scream. She comes hard and I savor her sweet nectar as it spills down my cheeks.
Her thrashing slows and her breathing is ragged. I take the opportunity to grab her by the hips and spin her down to the bed. A breathy gasp bursts from her mouth, and I swallow her moan as I force my tongue between her teeth. As our tongues twirl around one another, I quickly unbutton my pants, so desperate to feel my cock deep inside of her that I’m not thinking straight and the only thing I can see is her perfect pink slit.
After pulling my cock out, I slide it along her wet, velvety folds, getting the head of my rod nice and slick. I nestle the tip between her swollen lips and Bree bites her bottom lip. Her eyes are locked on mine and her breath is hoarse and ragged, the light of desire shining bright in her eyes.
“This might hurt, baby girl,” I tell her.
“I don’t care. I need to feel you inside of me.”
