by Sophia Gray
Sebastian nodded. “I have connections to people that the Giustinis can’t touch, through the relationships my parents have with the elite in the city. I can sell to businesspeople and lawyers and politicians, people who would rather die before admitting they do business with the mob. Giustini needs me, otherwise he has to give up on the money I get for him.”
“I see,” Nyssa said before finishing off her second glass of wine. Sebastian reached forward and grabbed her glass to refill it again without asking her permission, but Nyssa didn’t mind. If she was honest with herself, she was enjoying this, almost as much as she’d enjoyed the sex earlier. But she had to be careful. She couldn’t let him know that she was having a nice time, just listening to him talk about his life.
Even still, as she sipped at her third glass of wine, she couldn’t force herself to suppress the final question that rose up within her throat. “If everything’s so great, why do you two seem so…?” Nyssa trailed off, shaking her head at herself before finding the right words to say. “I mean, you seem to fight quite a bit.”
“True,” Sebastian said, nodding in agreement. “Look, Katrina’s a handful. Everyone who meets her can see that.”
“So why do you put up with it?” Nyssa asked. “I mean, from the way you talk about it, you’re the one with all the power here. Not the Giustinis.”
Sebastian was silent for a long moment. Nyssa felt like her skin was prickling again, but this time she wasn’t afraid. He’s not going to get mad at me, she thought with weirdly perfect confidence. I have more power here than I thought.
Finally, Sebastian nodded slowly, his gaze slipping down to the countertop between them. “You’re right,” he said. “The truth is, I’ve always wanted to belong to something, I guess. Something special and exclusive, you know? When I met Katrina, I thought… this is it. This is my ticket into another family.”
“What’s wrong with your family?” Nyssa asked impulsively.
“Nothing, nothing,” Sebastian said a little too quickly, waving his hand in the air as if to physically push her question away. “They’re fine. I just… I wanted something else. I wanted to be a part of the Giustini empire, you know?”
“I can’t help but notice you’re using the past tense there,” Nyssa commented.
Nyssa saw Sebastian’s throat work furiously as he swallowed, probably attempting to clear his throat. His eyes were full of some emotion that Nyssa couldn’t quite identify, but she didn’t feel nervous or scared at all. For the first time with Sebastian, she knew she was going to be okay. He wasn’t going to hurt her. Somehow, being here listening to his insecurities, she just knew that even if he was capable of causing her harm, he wouldn’t want to. She was safe, even when she was prodding him with overly invasive questions about his personal life.
“You’re right,” Sebastian finally said. “I wanted to be made. You know, I wanted to be a confirmed part of the family, somebody who’d be protected and defended. I wanted to go through the special ceremony and everything. Become a real made man. But…” He trailed off, sighing deeply and pouring himself even more wine.
“But?” Nyssa prompted him, wanting him to continue.
“It’s not going to happen that way,” Sebastian said with a shrug, a wry, humorless smile spreading across his face. “Even if Katrina and I were to get married, it wouldn’t happen. Giustini has been pretty clear about that.” He paused, shrugging again as he drank more wine.
“Shit,” Nyssa said. “Even after everything you’ve done? Making them more money?”
Sebastian smiled again, shaking his head. “It doesn’t seem to matter. But whatever. I’m getting richer. They’re getting richer. I can get what I need from you and leave Katrina alone most of the time. It all works out.”
Nyssa wasn’t sure what to say that, but it felt insufficient to her. So they’re just in a relationship of convenience, Nyssa thought. She didn’t realize until just that moment that she’d actually felt guilty, fucking Katrina’s boyfriend, but now that she knew the truth about their relationship, she felt better about doing her job. He’s just like any other man, she thought. He needs someone to care for him. Nyssa could do that. Or at least she could pretend to.
When it became clear that Nyssa wasn’t going to continue the conversation anymore, Sebastian got to his feet, grabbing his and Nyssa’s plates and taking them to the sink. “I guess I should get back to Katrina’s soon,” Nyssa said, getting up off the stool.
“Not just yet,” Sebastian said, turning around and crossing the room, getting into Nyssa’s face so quickly that she didn’t have time to prepare herself. “I’m still hungry.”
Before Nyssa could react, he knelt down onto his knees, looking up at her darkly and running his hands up her bare thighs. “Can I eat you out?” he asked. His tongue came out to lick at his lips, while his eyes seemed to glow with pure desire.
Usually Nyssa wouldn’t have felt anything one way or another about such an offer. But right here, right now, she felt her knees go weak, threatening to send her tumbling to the floor beside Sebastian. “Yes. Yes. You can,” she stuttered out, reaching forward to tangle her hand into his hair. “Please fucking do.”
Chapter Ten
“Oh! Uh! Fuck!” Nyssa cried out as Sebastian’s tongue brushed up against the bare skin of her pussy, right in between her labia. Before she even got a chance to get accustomed to the sensation of his beautiful wet mouth touching her cunt directly, his teeth came out to play, skimming along the outermost edges of her pussy. Nyssa loved how it felt. His teeth were so sharp, but she could tell that he was taking care not to hurt her, avoiding pressing down on her most sensitive areas too firmly. “Oh shit,” she groaned, arching her hips downward to encourage Sebastian to lick her harder.
“You taste so fucking good,” Sebastian muttered into her skin, turning his head a little to bite at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Nyssa’s hips jolted forward, and she jerked her mouth further into his mouth.
“Th—thank you,” Nyssa said. She blew her breath out all at once and spread her legs further apart to make room for Sebastian’s head.
Sebastian swept his hand up her legs, lightly pinching her thighs before scratching his way to the hot, tight space between her legs. He dragged his teeth up her vulva, starting at the bottom and going up to the top before heading back down, repeating the same motion over and over again until she was practically sobbing above him.
Nyssa gripped Sebastian’s head harder, pulling on his hair until he began licking her more firmly, his tongue dipping into her hole and spreading her wetness around as he went up and down with his whole mouth. Sebastian groaned into her cunt a few times before his mouth lingered over her clit, his teeth sucking around her most sensitive area. “Shit, ugh, shit,” Nyssa sighed out breathlessly, beginning to ride Sebastian’s face, her hips rocking back and forth.
After a minute or so of Sebastian sucking on her clit, making the heat between her legs build bigger and bigger with each passing second, two of his fingers found her hole, slipping inside about halfway. “Oh, shit,” Nyssa said, letting her hips rock forward a bit faster to encourage his fingers in deeper. “Shit, yeah, fuck me.”
Sebastian’s gaze finally rose up to meet hers, glinting with a wordless smile as he moved his tongue rapidly over her clit, his fingers starting up an in-out-in-out rhythm around her hole. Nyssa let her head rock back, almost falling over before Sebastian’s other hand wrapped around her back to catch her and keep her in place. Nyssa couldn’t believe the desperate, primal groans that were ripping themselves out of her throat. She loved how it felt to be held by Sebastian. She felt absurdly safe, like she could rock forward or back or any other direction imaginable and not have to worry about falling over. She totally relaxed into his touch, thrusting furiously against his face with every ounce of energy in her body.
His fingers slipped in deeper into her body, fucking in and out of her several times while his tongue slowed down over her clit, moving in slow delibe
rate circles over and over again. In the meantime, Sebastian’s other hand tightened around her back, his fingers squeezing into the side of her hip so tightly that it was probably going to leave marks on her skin. Nyssa bit her bottom lip to try to suppress the pathetic noises that were desperately trying to claw their way out of her mouth. Her hips seemed to move on their own, rotating in wide circles, following the pattern set by Sebastian’s tongue.
“Shit, yes, thank you, fuck, thank you so much,” Nyssa rambled, pulling a little on Sebastian’s hair as if she was trying to prevent him from moving. But if the expression in his eyes was anything to go by, he had no intention of letting go of her cunt anytime soon. She could see the glee in his eyes, the unbridled joy that he was taking her to the edge all over again.
Without warning, Sebastian twirled his fingers inside of her cunt, hitting a new angle that made her hips jolt forward again. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, shit, fucking dammit!” she called out, slamming her free hand down on his shoulder and digging her nails into his skin as he licked her harder, pumping his fingers in and out of her faster to hit that special spot again and again and again.
“There, there, please, there!” Nyssa shouted, hitting Sebastian’s shoulder again and again. “Fucking do it, yes!”
Sebastian’s fingers started flying in and out of her cunt, hitting the right angle every single time. Nyssa knew she was becoming almost impossibly wetter, her legs trembling pathetically while her whole body kept thrusting back and forth, creating almost miraculous friction between her cunt and Sebastian’s wet willing mouth. The heat between her legs became more and more intense with every stroke of Sebastian’s tongue, every swipe of his fingers against her inner nubs. She didn’t know if she could even contain all of this sensation inside her body. She’d never felt this much at a single time ever before in her life. When the feelings between her legs—all the sweet tingles and terrifyingly powerful shivers—combined into a single sensation, would she even be able to take it all at once? Would she be brave enough to let herself feel it, or would she shrink away from it, too scared to let herself go over the edge?
Sebastian pulled back from her cunt a couple of inches, making her wordlessly whine in protest. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before grinning up at her, pushing and pulling his fingers out of her more slowly, making her feel sparks on every single centimeter of her inner flesh.
“Relax, baby,” he said. His eyes twinkled like stars, gleaming up at her as he dragged his tongue up the inside of her left thigh. “Relax for me. I’ve got you.”
For some reason, that was all that Nyssa needed to hear. “Ah, shit!” she yelled, letting her eyes fall shut and her head rock forward between her shoulders while her hips continued their movements. Sebastian’s mouth returned to her clit, sucking just as forcefully as before as his fingers sped back up.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh, come on, baby, yes, so good, so fucking good, goddammit!” Nyssa screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice seemed to echo around her, filling the empty space of the kitchen surrounding their two trembling bodies, but she wasn’t embarrassed. She was proud to have a voice that big, a desire that big that it needed to be shouted from the rooftops in order to be satisfied.
Sebastian forced his fingers all the way inside of her hole, brushing up against her most secret, untouched spots. God, it’s like losing my virginity all over again, Nyssa thought. Except this time I fucking love it. Nyssa loved sex. It was weird, realizing that about herself. All these years it’d been a chore, a duty, a task to fulfill to keep herself alive. She never knew that her blood would rush to her skin like this, that her brain would switch itself off, that her skin would buzz with primal energy while a man fucked her with his fingers and tongue. But God, she fucking loved it.
“Oh, oh, ah, shit, shit, it’s coming, it’s happening, it’s fucking happening, oh, God!” Nyssa cried out, forcing her hips as far forward as they could go, loving the sensation of Sebastian’s wonderfully wet tongue caressing her clit up and down. “Oh, shit!” she howled. Her eyes squeezed shut again as her hips jerked forward involuntarily, her spine seeming to heat up almost painfully as every single spark in her body joined together in a massive wave of endless sensation.
When the heat rising through her core reached a crescendo, feeling like a falling star tearing itself apart in a protracted moment of world-destroying ecstasy, Nyssa’s mouth fell open in a wordless scream. Her face probably screwed up into an unattractive expression as lightning lit up every bone in her body, every single inch of her skin vibrating as her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.
“Ugh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as soon as her tongue was able to move again. “Jesus Christ.” Her legs gave out from under her, her whole core drooping down lifelessly as she sagged down to the floor, falling down next to Sebastian.
Without even thinking about it, Nyssa curled her body around his, their legs tangling together easily like their bodies had known each other their whole lives. For a long, beautiful, heart-stopping moment, Sebastian just held her close to his chest, so close that Nyssa could feel his heartbeat shuddering against hers. Her throat was dry, and her pussy ached a little as a result of the attention of Sebastian’s fingers, but she didn’t give a single fuck. This was what she’d needed for so long, to have somebody force her mind out of her body, to allow her flesh to take control and fully enjoy itself for one single moment. She felt like her cold, dead heart was shaking itself back to life, allowing blood to move inside of her for the first time in years, ever since she started this awful job. But for tonight, it wasn’t awful. It was awesome, in every sense of the word.
Eventually, Sebastian shifted beside her, disentangling his legs from her grasp. But he didn’t pull away entirely, at least not yet. He stared down at her with a warm soft smile on his face, his hands tracing the outlines of her lips for several long silent moments before he finally spoke again.
“Don’t tell Katrina about this, either,” Sebastian whispered. He leaned down and kissed her ear, his tongue trailing down over her neck before he pulled away, leaving a blank space of a couple of inches between their bodies and causing her to shiver on the kitchen floor.
“The fact that you ate me out?” Nyssa asked breathlessly as soon as his words sunk in.
Sebastian nodded. “You don’t want to get on her bad side. Trust me.”
Nyssa reached down to grab Sebastian’s hand, tangling their fingers together before bringing his hand to her mouth. “I do,” she whispered against his skin.
She knew it was stupid. He’d given her no reason to trust him, and in any case, it was the number one rule of sex work: don’t get attached to your clients. It never worked out, at least not that Nyssa had seen.
But still, she couldn’t control the fluttering in her chest, the way her body ached for more contact from Sebastian. She couldn’t keep herself from wanting him.
Oh, fuck, she thought to herself as Sebastian got to his feet and left her on the floor. I’m so fucked. Goddammit.
Chapter Eleven
Another week passed, and each day felt more excruciatingly long and tedious to Nyssa than the one before. On one hand, she was relieved that she didn’t have to see clients other than Sebastian anymore. But because he only ever summoned her to his condo once or twice a week, she was left alone in the brothel most of the time, waiting for Kimmie to finish up her work so they could hang out. It was getting old. Fast.
One night, Nyssa was waiting in her room, painting her toenails with some of Kimmie’s obnoxiously pink polish. Usually it was too bright and sparkly for Nyssa’s taste, but she was so fucking bored she needed to do something, anything, to fill up the time until Kimmie got finished with her latest trick. Nyssa was on her left pinky toe when she heard a crashing noise from out in the hall. From the sound of it, the source of the noise was just a few feet away from her door.
“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?” Katrina’s voice shrilled from beyond Nyssa’s bedroom
door.
Nyssa debated with herself for several seconds. I should just stay put and ignore whatever’s going on, she thought. She nodded to herself and resumed painting her nail, but then there was another crash, louder this time, like something hit the wall right next to Nyssa’s door. Nyssa carefully put the nail polish down on the bedside table and got to her feet, tiptoeing to the other side of the room so she could press her ear against the door to listen in.
“Spoiled bitch!” Nyssa almost reared back from the door. It was Sebastian’s voice. Nyssa didn’t know why she was so surprised. He was still Katrina’s boyfriend after all.
“You should know better than to say shit like that to me,” Katrina replied. “You think I won’t call my father and tell him? He could end you in a second.”
“Oh, go right ahead, Katrina. Make my fucking day,” Sebastian said before stomping away. Nyssa could hear the sound of him heading downstairs, followed by a huge slamming noise as he exited the building. She was just about to back away from the door and go back to her bed to pretend that she hadn’t heard anything at all, but then Katrina’s voice rang out again. “Daddy? Yeah, it’s me. Listen, we need to talk.”
