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“Left,” I deadpanned as she reached the end of a hallway.
With deliberate precision, I repeated my directions, alternating between left and right until she came to a halt before a black door with a gleaming gold knob. As she studied the door, her gaze tracing the intricate patterns etched into the surface, I slipped away down a narrow hallway that remained invisible to her. My heart pounded with anticipation, knowing she would take the bait and step right into my trap. The thrill of it made my blood surge, a wild rush that sent shivers racing up and down my spine. With a sense of delicious anticipation, I imagined her enter the room, unsuspecting, only to find me waiting for her, just as I had planned.
“Licking those lips like you're eager to suck on something,” I said through the dim lights.
She backed up and tripped over the red Sybian saddle. I had plans to fuck her, fill her and then make her choke on my cock, but my mind instantly went to the saddle and I had the urge to watch her cry tears of pleasure. I caught her before she fell, then picked her up. Placing her on the saddle, I pressed down on her shoulders until her pussy was firmly against the grooves.
“What’s this thing?” she asked, her voice timid.
I looked down. “Your punishment, but my pleasure,” I said, savoring the taste of my words.
I tore the front of her nightgown, eager to expose her delectable tits. Her hands moved freely in front of them and I hated it. Wanting to remove almost any ounce of control she had, I snatched a strand of silk ribbon from a dark-colored box behind her and tied it securely around her wrists. Looking at her, she was a sight to see with spread legs, wet cunt, and hands bound behind her back.Beautiful.
I dug my hands through her hair to force her gaze to mine, a sly grin slowly spreading across my lips as I savored the power I held over her. “Seeing you beg is going to make me blow my load so hard, Belle, and you’re going to swallow every drop.”
With a deft movement of my foot, I slid the control toward me and bent down to pick it up. Her eyes followed my every movement with an intense gaze as I flipped the power on, and the machine came to life with a soft hum. The sound filled the air, and she sucked in a breath at the sudden vibration of the machine. I let my joggers fall to my ankles and tangled my fingers in her soft tresses.
“Be a good girl and open wide.”
She did as told, her voice quavering as I shoved my hips forward, forcing her to take my entire length. I pulsed against her tongue, my gaze locked on the column of her throat and the way it rippled as she struggled on my cock. I told myself I would go slow, savor the moment of watching her look me in the eye as she swallowed me whole, but her ragged breathing around my cock had me thrusting to a different tune.
“That’s it. Take this cock like your life depends on it,” I said, my breathing labored and voice hoarse.
I should have stopped to let her breathe, but her doe eyes, trembling lips, and shaky hands didn’t let me. I plummeted into the depth of her tiny throat, stretching her lips wider with each thrust until my ball sac ached for a release. Rough gags peppered the air as I fed her my aching cock, and the familiar feeling at the base of my spine let me know I was ready for her to take my load.
I held her steady, my cock secured between her lips, with a waterfall of drool seeping out of the corners. She choked, her big brown eyes slowly losing their sparkle to take on a cloudy haze as her throat rippled with a taut swallow. I let my thumb trail down the column of her throat, making sure she swallowed all of me before tainting her lips with a kiss.
Chapter15
Belle
I’d never felt so confused. And shocked. Maybe a little worried.
My sexual encounter with Sebastian earlier had been an entirely different experience from last night. He wasn’t exactly gentle with me then, but today he was like an animal. I’d been chased, degraded, face-fucked, and made to swallow his load.
I should have felt disgusted. I should have wanted to run right out the front door.
Instead, I couldn’t help thinking about how desired he made me feel. The way he called me a good girl as he shoved his cock down my throat. How he pulled my hair and massaged my throat to make sure I swallowed every drop of his come.
It felt so good, and I could feel my clit throbbing with need as I took my second shower of the day, washing off the sweat from our encounter. I couldn’t understand why I craved Sebastian so much when he treated me just like the men who kept me in cages and sold my body.
What was wrong with me? I must be one twisted person. Sebastian was an asshole.
But I couldn’t help but sense a warmth lurking beneath his icy and emotionless facade. There were moments when I thought I could almost feel the warmth coming from his eyes. Maybe even a spark of affection.
I tried to make sense of what I was seeing, questioning if it was an illusion or the truth. As unconventional as it may have seemed, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was deliberately acting like an insufferable jerk in order to maintain a safe emotional distance between us. Perhaps he was afraid of getting too attached to me?
I dismissed that thought. What was there to fear? I depended entirely on him.
Once I finished my shower, I decided to don a pair of jeans along with a soft-blue blouse, which I knew would make me feel at ease. As I stood before the mirror, admired the way the outfit complemented my figure, and it brought a smile to my lips.
With my gaze glued to the mirror, I couldn’t help but think that Fiona would adore clothes like these. The memory of her resurfaced in my mind, taking me back to a time when we spent a year in a foster home located near a bustling mall. In the evenings, we would wander around the mall, gazing in awe at the elegant clothes displayed in the windows of the high-end stores. We often made promises to each other about the day when we could finally afford such luxuries.
The memories of my sister became too much to bear, and tears welled in my eyes, with one streaming down my cheek. I gave myself a brief moment of weakness to focus on how much I missed her, while also hoping that she was somewhere safe and comfortable, enjoying life’s luxuries, just like me.
A sudden knock at the door brought me back to reality, and I wiped away the tear, hastily regaining my composure before answering it. It was one of the younger butlers I didn’t know well, informing me that lunch was ready.
He left while I attempted to French braid my hair quickly. I was proud of myself as I made my way down to the dining room without getting lost. I was finally getting the layout of this place.
