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“Aw, where is the fun in that. I can’t get dressed yet. You don’t want me to feel left out do you?” I ask with a smile on my face.
“Did you really think that would work?” She laughs and it’s like music to my ears. I shake my head no as she pushes me back and hops off the counter. “Can we at least get out of here?”
“Lead the way.” I don’t know where she is heading, but I’m coming to realize I would blindly follow her anywhere. A fucking scary thought. Surely, it was just because the sex was incredible, right? Fuck if I know. That fucking fine line. I definitely don’t hate her. Does that mean?Fuck me.
Chapter 13
Stormy
Holy shit. This can’t be happening. Sebastian Knight is in my apartment, just fucked me against the shower, took care of my hand, and is now coming to my bedroom.Is this real life?I’m definitely not like those supermodel types he’s normally seen with. But I can’t help but to feel special with the way he looks at me. Like he’s really seeing me. He has this possessive quality about him that makes me think he would make a great partner if he were ever to settle down.
I open the door to my bedroom and usher him inside. I flip the switch that turns on the lamp, not wanting the bright lights from the ceiling right now. Sebastian breaks away from me and begins looking around my room. I lean against my dresser and watch him observe. I feel more naked right now than I did in the shower. Bedrooms are incredibly intimate to me. I try to see the room from his eyes, and I wonder what he sees.
He stops in front of a self-portrait I painted last year after the accident. “You were in pain. When did you paint this?” he asks, as he looks over the canvas. It’s not a question that I was in pain. He can see the anguish I was feeling when I painted that piece.
“I painted that about a year ago,” I reply. He nodsin response and continues to peruse the rest of my paintings I have leaning against the wall.
“Stormy, these are exceptional. Some of these could be used for book covers. Have you ever thought of doing that?” he questions, and I shake my head. He looks at me and smiles. A fucking dimple comes out and I melt on sight. I don’t think I have ever seen him truly smile before, only smirk.
“Thanks. I’ll have to keep that in mind,” I murmur, pulling the towel closer to my body. I’ve never really shown people my art. I’m not sure I would have shown Sebastian if they didn’t happen to be in here. I’ve always painted what I was feeling in that moment. I’m very much an expressionist painter. I always have been. It’s my equivalent to journaling I believe.
He moves on from the paintings to my bookshelf and heat flames my cheeks. He’s about to see all the smut I read, which is a lot. “Looks like someone enjoys the romance genre.” He grins as he takes one of the books from the shelf. “You know, I read somewhere that people tend to read romance to live out their fantasies. What are your fantasies, Stormy?” he queries, closing the book and putting it back in place. He crosses the room in a few strides and stands before me in his towel. “Tell me and maybe I can make them come true.” He places both hands on the side of the dresser, boxing me in. Leaning down, he brushes his mouth against the shell of my ear. “I want to know what makes you so hot and needy when you are reading these books. Do you want to be dominated? Bound and at my mercy? Do you think about mixing pain with pleasure because I already know you like it.” Chills run up my spine at his contact. I have no idea how to respond. He basically hit the nail onthe head. He read me like one of my fucking books.
“I think I want what a lot of women want,” I murmur.
“And what is that?” he asks.
“I want to be able to shut off my brain for five seconds and not have to worry about anything. I want to be at the mercy of a man who knows that he’s doing. I love what I read in those books, but I want it to come to life. I want to know I’ll be taken care of physically, mentally and emotionally.” I don’t know how that admission escaped my lips, but I don’t care. I’m tired of knowing what I want and not going after it. Sebastian gave me a gift asking me what I wanted. No one ever has.
“I knew you were a natural submissive,” he whispers, “even though you’re a feisty little thing. You just want to give up all that control, don’t you? You need someone to help you carry the load that you are holding onto.” He grazes my cheek as he puts some hair behind my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe. He stands up from the dresser, towering over me. I can’t help but to check out the ink covering his perfect body. I didn’t get a good look at it earlier but now he is on display in front of me. I want to capture his body in a painting. I don’t think I could do it justice, though. He looks like a Greek god. With his chiseled muscles and sculpted body, it’s as if Eros, son of Aphrodite, is standing before me.
“Do you trust me?” The question brings me back to the present.Do I trust him? I shouldn’t. But oddly enough, I find myself nodding yes in response. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the bed. He pulls the towel from my body and tosses it to the floor. My firstinstinct is to cover myself, but Sebastian isn’t having it. “Don’t hide yourself from me. You are so sexy, Stormy, and I want to see your body.” Moving my hands to my sides, I stand a little straighter looking at him. “Mmm, do you have any idea what you do to me?” I look down and see that his cock is trying to free itself from the confines of the towel. Feeling confident, I grasp the material and toss it to the side keeping my eyes locked on his. I see the heat building as he lets go of any restraint.
Sebastian cups my face with both hands, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. Leaning down, he ghosts his lips over mine. Back and forth until the tension is too much and the only way to relieve it is to have his lips firmly on me. I press into him, standing on my tippy toes. He smashes his lips down on mine. Our bodies come together as his tongue delves into my mouth. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at the feeling of this man pressed against me. The way this man kisses me is like nothing I have ever experienced before. Never in my life has a kiss felt possessive but that’s the way Sebastian makes it feel. Like he would go feral if he couldn’t have his lips on mine. He tangles one hand in my hair tentatively until I moan out from the feeling. His hold tightens and my scalp burns, but he was right, I become ravenous. I want to mount this man more than I want my next breath.
He breaks away after nipping my bottom lip. “On your knees, Angel.” I hesitate for a moment but when I look in his eyes, I see the dominance there and I suddenly don’t want to disappoint him. I drop to my knees before him as I await my next instruction. I stare at his full length in front of me and can’t believe hishuge size ever fit inside me. “Take me in your hand.” My hand instantly finds his cock and he moans from the contact. I never did this with Blaine. I didn’t have the desire to, but now I find that I really want to pleasure Sebastian. I want him to feel drunk with desire. I lean forward and lick the tip, tasting his salty pre-come before it hits the floor. “Mm, fuck, you’re an eager little thing, aren’t you? I don’t think I told you to use your mouth yet, but I guess you couldn’t help yourself.” He smirks down at me. His cock throbs as I slide my hand from base to tip and back down. “You’re hand feels so good wrapped around me, but I want to feel your throat. Open up, Angel.” I only get a moment before he thrusts inside my mouth. The pain from straining to open wide enough and the pull on my wet hair is wildly titillating. Tears begin to prick at my eyes, but I don’t want to stop. I want his whole cock in my mouth, even if that seems impossible. Sebastian angles my head looking up to him. “Hollow out your cheeks and breathe through your nose. Take me all the way.” I whimper at his dirty mouth. I want more of it.I need it. He pumps his hips back and forth and I eventually take him all the way. “You take me so well.” He purrs. The beating my throat is taking and makes me slick between my legs. I reach between my thighs, parting my wet folds. I moan around his cock, and he groans in appreciation. “Since you are touching yourself without permission, I’m going to have to punish you,” he groans as he watches my fingers graze my wet pussy. Heat spreads through my body at the thought of him punishing me.
Sebastian’s thrusts become ragged, and I know he’s close. My tongue flattens and I use it to lick around him as he withdrawals from my mouth. “Fuck,Stormy, swallow me down, Angel.” He grits out, holding my head in place with both of his hands cupping my cheeks. Jets of come spray my mouth and I have to keep swallowing to make sure I get it all. I have never been this turned on in my life. I didn’t know giving pleasure like this could make me so wet, but I nearly come just from the pure bliss I see on Sebastian’s face. When he pulls out, he’s still hard and looks like he is ready to go again.
“That was hot. You’re such a good girl, taking me all the way like that,” He reaches down and pulls me to my feet. He leans down bringing his lips to mine. His tongue tangles with my own and I know he can taste himself. He pulls back a bit and asks, “Was that your first blow job?” Heat flames my cheeks knowing that I may have done a terrible job.
“It was. I’m sorry-” He stops me from continuing by placing his finger over my mouth.
“It was amazing. You have nothing to be sorry about. You did everything I told you and it was epic. You can practice on me anytime you want,” he jokes. Relief fills me and I smile at him. His gorgeous green eyes bore into mine.
“Get on the bed, Stormy,” he demands. I sit on the edge of the bed looking up at him. “In the middle,” he instructs. I nod tentatively and move backwards until I am lying in the middle of the bed. My heart is thrumming in my chest wondering what this man has in store for me. Unease snakes its way up my body, and I’m left wondering if I can be strong enough to endure whatever he has to offer. “Close your eyes,” he commands. My eyes stay on him for a moment then I decide to obey his demand. I hear him move away fromthe bed and a rustling sound. I am so tempted to open my eyes to see what he is doing but I hold strong and take a deep breath. In the next moment, the bed dips and I can feel him hovering over my body. “This is to make sure you keep them closed.” I don’t understand his meaning until I feel a silky fabric fall over my eyes. He lifts my head and ties it. “Have you ever been blindfolded?” he asks.
“N-no,” I stutter out.
“Breathe, Stormy.” I take another deep breath and he begins again. “Now I need you to pick a safe word.” I’ve read about this. Using a safe word is like failsafe. If I use the word, all activities stop immediately. I ponder for a moment and then a smile tugs at my mouth.
“Gandalf,” I respond. It’s what the bastard called me on the bike earlier. No doubt it was because of the silver color of my hair but I can’t help but to throw it back at him. I hear him chuckle and it’s like a melody I don’t want to ever stop hearing.
“Gandalf it is. Say that and everything stops, no questions asked,” he whispers in my ear. Another tremble runs through my body. “Now, relax.” I feel him crawling down my body and it has my hands itching to cover myself. I’m not fat but I’m not skinny either. I have love handles that seem to stay no matter what exercises and diets I try. I’ve come to terms with them but that doesn’t mean I feel comfortable naked in front of a man like Sebastian. I’m blindfolded and I can’t see if there is disgust or appreciation in his face. I just have to lay here and take it. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this kind of sex. Maybe I need to stick to dollar store vanilla sex. Blaine always told me to watch what I ate because I was going to be in front of thousands of people and theywouldn’t always have something nice to say about my body. I think that’s when my body awareness started. “Come back to me, Stormy. Get out of your head.”
“How did you know?” I ask, Lifting my hands to feel the fabric covering my eyes.
