by Maya Cross
Wow. Again. He never missed an opening. "I'm sure you do," I said, keeping my voice neutral, "but I don't remember agreeing to anything beyond dinner."
"No you didn't." But you will, his eyes finished. A strange sensation rolled through my chest, and I looked away. I didn't know how to fight that, that unrelenting certainty. I'd done everything in my power to resist, and I'd still wound up at dinner with him. What chance did I have of stopping him now?
"Nonetheless, I'm glad you came," he continued. "For a while I was sure I'd scared you off.
"Your approach was a little... unorthodox."
He laughed. "Perhaps. But nothing about this—" he gestured to the space between us "—is orthodox."
"You mean you don't routinely pick up girls you find hiding in your wardrobe?" I joked, trying to guide the conversation back to lighter territory. If things turned any more risqué, I knew I'd be in trouble.
But he wasn't having any of it. "Surprisingly, I think that's a first," he said, his voice growing huskier. He reached out and ran a finger softly along my arm, coming to rest on my hand. "But I can honestly say I've never been so pleased to have my privacy intruded upon before."
And just like that, the tension in the air was back. It settled over my skin like a fine mist. I knew I should find something to say, but as always, his touch left my mind flailing.
"You know, I wanted you from the moment you first walked in through that door the other night, Sophia."
"You did?" I asked, my voice reed thin.
He nodded. "All I could think about after our first discussion was what it would be like to take you home with me. To watch your body tremble as I made you come."
The way he brazenly ventured into such erotic territory was disarming, and quite frankly hot as hell. I knew I should probably have been offended, but all I could think about was letting him do exactly what he'd just described.
"To have you like that would have been enough," he continued. "But after finding you crouched in my office, watching me spank Hannah, I realised something." He reached out and brushed my chin, guiding my eyes to his. "You want more than that too."
"I don't... I mean, we're not—" a single finger pressed into my lips, silencing me, teasing my mouth with hints of salt and musk.
"When I found you kneeling on the floor that night, you were practically radiating excitement. I could smell your arousal. You want this Sophia, you want to do more than just watch, and I'm going to be the one that shows you."
His gaze bored into me with steely promise. I felt myself growing hot. It was unsettling, hearing him say those things, giving voice to the fears that had been simmering inside me. That night had been a flurry of confusion and alien sensations. I still couldn't wrap my head around the idea of giving yourself to someone so completely. It felt too much like being taken advantage of, like being used. But if that was the case, why was my body so flushed with desire?
"I'm sure it works for some people," I stammered, "but I just don't think that's me."
"Who are you trying to fool?" he asked, his eyes ablaze. "You wouldn't have come tonight unless you were curious. It was always going to come to this. We'll go slowly, as slowly as you like, but you're coming home with me, and I promise you that by the end, you'll be begging for more."
My heart was hammering in my chest. Something told me this decision was important. I could say no, and things would simply return to normal. But then I'd never know for sure. Did I really want to spend my life asking 'what if?'
"Okay," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.
He let out a long breath, the sigh of a man who had just gotten everything he ever wanted. Instantly he signalled the waitress. "I can't wait until after dinner. I need to be inside you now."
I trembled, feeling myself grow wet at the mere suggestion. I nodded. Food was suddenly the last thing on my mind.
The cheque arrived and he paid for the full meal without blinking. It was an astronomical sum for what amounted to a few sips and bites, but he didn't seem to care.
We made our way outside, but as I turned to head back to the car, he grabbed me by the arm.
"What—" I started to say, but in an instant I was spinning back towards him and his lips were on mine. In that kiss, I saw a prelude of what was to come. It was as strong and intoxicating as the man himself. He crushed his face against mine, sandwiching my body between his chest and the glass behind. His tongue explored my mouth greedily, darting and teasing, while his fingers prowled along my shoulders, my back, and the nape of my neck. I kissed back as best I could, but I felt a little like a shell on the beach, struggling not to get swept out by the tide. He was so powerful, so determined, and my body seemed to turn boneless in his hands. All I could really do was stand there and be kissed. It wasn't just an expression of passion, but one of possession. And it felt sinfully good.
I could feel a throbbing hardness building against my stomach as he ground himself against me. An intense pang of desire rushed through me, pooling between my legs.
What felt like a lifetime later, he broke away. "Jesus," he said, his voice ragged. "I'm not sure I should have done that."
"Why not?"
"Now I don't know if I can last the car ride home."
"Well," I said, running my hand gently down his stomach and coming to rest on the tip of his impressive bulge. "You said we could take it slow. 'As slow as you like,' I believe were your words. And I'd like to wait." In truth, I was almost at breaking point myself. If he'd carried me into the bathroom and bent me over then and there I'm not sure I'd have been able to object, but I was enjoying that rare moment of power over him.
He drew a sharp, shuddering breath and closed his eyes briefly, before seizing my wrist and pulling my arm away. "Then that's what we'll do," he said, a strained smile on his face. "But you should know, I have ways of dealing with girls who like to tease."
"I'm sure you do," I replied, thinking back to Hannah's raw ass. Strangely, in my aroused state, I didn't find the image as intimidating as I once had.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We walked briskly over to where the limo was parked. "Home," Sebastian said to Joe, before ushering me into the back. He wore the determined look of the man on a very important mission. I wondered if Joe understood what was about to take place. After ten years, he likely had a good grasp of his boss's habits, so the answer was probably yes. Normally, that might have bothered me, but at that moment I was too turned on to care.
The car ride to Sebastian's house only took ten minutes, but it felt much longer. He didn't speak. His silence seemed almost meditative, so I didn't interrupt. I just stared out the window and considered what I was getting myself into.
Eventually, we pulled up outside a sleek white apartment building that looked out over Woolloomooloo Bay. The harbour was quiet at night, but I could still hear the gentle crash of waves breaking against the hulls of the moored yachts that lined the docks.
We said farewell to Joe and then Sebastian took my hand and led me inside. I thought the car ride might have cooled his excitement a little, but as soon as the lift doors closed behind us, he was on me once more. He kissed me with a hunger that was almost strong enough to be frightening, pinning me against the metal wall and driving his mouth onto mine. Free from any wandering eyes, his hands lost whatever sense of propriety they'd once had, running up my sides before sliding down to caress the curves of my ass. I moaned, half in pleasure half in protest, but there was no one to see, and no way to stop the relentless onslaught that was Sebastian Lock.
Seizing me more firmly, he lifted me up until our mouths were at the same height. I took the opportunity to loop my arms and legs around him and run my fingers through the black tangle of his hair, pulling him closer still. My dress was beginning to ride up, and the change in height pushed the pulsing mass of his cock directly against my dripping panties. He let out a growl and began to rock back and forward, using the lift wall as leverage.
"God, you're so wet. I can fee
l it even through our clothes."
"This is what you do to me," I said, my voice trembling.
He brought one huge hand up and wrapped it around my chin, raising my eyes to his. "No, this is just a taste of what I can do to you. There is so much more. All I've been able to think about since we met was making you come. I'm going to do it in a thousand ways, ways you didn't even know existed."
"God yes," I breathed, already able to feel an orgasm beckoning in the distance. The pressure of his crotch against mine was amazing, and his mouth was now doing divine things to my neck, kissing and nibbling in slow circles. The coarse brush of his stubble against my skin sent waves of sensation rolling through me, like the gentle scrape of sand on the wind.
I assumed we'd have to walk down some kind of corridor, but the lift opened straight into Sebastian's apartment. Without even breaking our embrace, he spun and carried me through the doorway. Pressed against him like that I could feel the taut strength of his muscles flex and shift as we moved. He held me as easily as a child. I couldn't wait to see the body that lay beneath those clothes. I could already picture it, all hard slabs and trembling sinew.
Entwined as we were, I barely noticed my surroundings. Sebastian navigated us expertly to the bedroom, never breaking our kiss for more than a moment. There was something so primal about being carried off to be ravished. I felt claimed, taken, possessed. It was an intensely erotic experience.
Throwing me down onto the bed, he climbed on top of me. My hands now free, I reached up eagerly for his shirt buttons, but he caught both my wrists in one hand. "You said you wanted to wait," he said, his voice teasing.
I started to protest, but his expression silenced me. "Before we go any further," he continued, "I want to establish some ground rules. I told you that we could go slowly, and I meant it. But nonetheless, it's important to me that everything we do is consensual. So with that in mind, you need to pick a safe word. Something distinctive that will never come up under normal circumstances. If what we're doing ever gets too much, you just utter that word and I promise everything stops. No questions asked. Understand?"
I nodded. At that particular moment he could have been asking me for my bank account number and PIN and I'd probably have given them.
"So, pick a word."
Surprisingly, one came to me instantly. "Cinderella."
He looked at me curiously. "That's an... odd choice."
He was right. I had no idea why I'd picked that, although it did make me realise I still hadn't gotten my shoes back. Some fairy tale this is.
"I'll explain later," I told him impatiently.
"Fair enough. Cinderella it is." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss just below my ear. "And now, Sophia, I want to taste you."
I squirmed against him, those words amping the fire inside me up to fever pitch. I felt like my body couldn't possibly maintain that state of arousal for much longer, like I was prepped to burst at any minute. "Please."
Releasing my hands, he slid down the bed and shoved my skirt up around my hips. There was no preamble. He didn't even take the time to undress me. He simply tugged my panties aside and then his tongue was on my pussy.
"Oh...fuck." That first touch was like electricity, sending a wave of pleasure sizzling through me. Another joined it, curling around the first, and then another. Soon, I could feel nothing else save the vortex roaring inside me.
It seemed he'd been serious when he said he wanted to taste me. Rather than focus on my clit straight away like I'd expected, he worked the length of me, caressing my dripping opening with long, soft strokes and occasionally slipping inside to fuck me with his tongue.
"My god, you're so sweet," he said. "You're just as delicious as I'd imagined."
I could only moan in reply, grinding myself against him. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams, like every stroke, every lick was peeling away just a little more of me.
I reached out to take his head in my hands, desperate to pull him even closer, but again he seized my wrists. "No hands. Your pleasure is mine to control. I was going to save the ties for another night, but if you can't learn to behave, I'll have to bind you now."
My stomach twisted at the thought of being restrained. I'd be utterly at his mercy.
"I'll be good," I said, my voice soft.
"Excellent." He released me.
His hands now free, he brought one down and slid a long finger inside of me, tenderly stroking my G-spot while his tongue began licking a delicate figure eight across my swollen bud.
"Fuck you're tight. And so soft. God, it's killing me that I'm not inside of you right now."
"So fuck me," I said, the words barely recognisable. I wanted him more than I could remember wanting anything before. I was nearly delirious with desire.
"Soon, but first I want to watch you come. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers. And I want you to think about the fact that this is just the first of many. This is but the tiniest scrap of the things we can do together."
I writhed against the sheet, certain it wouldn't be long before he got his wish. I could already feel my muscles tensing, preparing for that explosion that would tear through me.
"Oh god, oh fuck," I cried, crossing the point of no return. My body buckled and my vision shattered as I rocked against him. Wordless sounds spilt from my mouth, animal sounds, sounds I'd never heard myself make before. And the whole time he gazed into my eyes, primal satisfaction painted on his face.
As my senses finally returned, I heard the snicker of a zipper being unfastened. "Oh no, not yet, I'm too sensitive and it's been so long. Just a few minutes," I whispered.
"I have to have you, Sophia. Now. I can't wait any longer." His voice sounded pained. He produced a condom from somewhere. "Are you on birth control?"
"Yes."
He tore it open. "Good. Next time, I'll prove that I'm clean. You'll do the same. And then we'll be able to dispense with these. I don't want anything between us in the future."
I nodded slowly, still unsure I'd be able to take him yet, but one look at his face told me there was no stopping him now. He didn't even pause to remove his shirt. I caught the barest flash of hot olive skin as his pants hit the floor, then he was pressing himself slowly inside me. "Oh Jesus, Sophia," he groaned.
Even without seeing it, I could tell his cock was huge. The stretching sensation in those first few moments was almost overpowering, and my tender skin burned in protest. But my body had taken on a life of its own at that point. My muscles began to flex and ripple, hungrily drawing him in. I felt myself growing wetter still, and gradually the discomfort faded, replaced by a divine sense of fullness.
Once again I found my hands wandering, dancing across his chest. His muscles were taut beneath the soft cotton of his shirt. Unable to restrain myself, I traced my fingers up toward the collar and slipped inside, savouring the warmth and slickness of his skin. He allowed this for a few seconds, but then his hands caught mine once more, pinning them to the pillow above. Before I could object, he leaned down, sealing his lips over mine, his tongue shooting in to claim another part of me.
With his weight on top of me and my arms held, I couldn't move. I could only lie there as he had his way with me. I felt a rush of excitement. That sense of powerlessness was strangely intoxicating.
"That's it, I want you to take all of me," he said, his cock now deep inside me.
"God yes. Keep going," I replied, rocking my hips back and forward, easing him deeper still.
As I finally adjusted to his size, he began to fuck me harder. His body crushed against mine, grinding my clit while his cock hammered my G-spot. The sensation was exquisite. As impossible as it seemed, I could feel another orgasm rearing up inside me.
He was clearly not far away either. His breath was coming in little spurts and there was a low growl emanating from his throat. I loved that sound. I could feel it vibrating all the way through his body and into mine; another declaration of his possessive intent.
His
hips worked like an out of control piston, steadily gaining force. His thrusts became wilder and his fingers tightened, digging into my skin. Leaning down, he brought his face just inches from mine.
"I'm going to come, Sophia," he panted.
"Oh fuck, give it to me."
My words seemed to send him over the edge. With one final mighty pump, he exploded inside me. His back arched and his eyes flared as my pussy clenched around him, milking every drop.
That sudden rush of heat was too much, and with another cry I came too. I hadn't thought it possible, but this orgasm was even more intense. It tore through my body like a tidal wave, curling my toes and leaving me breathless and limp.
When we were both spent, we collapsed onto the bed together. I was pleased to see he looked as drained as I did; face flushed, body slick with sweat.
Lying there nestled against him was lovely. I'd forgotten what it felt like to have a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. It was a surprisingly tender gesture, like what we'd just shared had stripped away a little of that professional armour.
"Wow," I said, when I could finally speak again.
He gave a short laugh. "My thoughts exactly. God, that was intense." His brow crinkled. "It wasn't too much was it? I wanted to take it slow, really. I didn't mean to grab you, but once I had you underneath me like that, I lost control."
I thought back to that rush of adrenaline when he'd seized my hands. It scared me to admit, but perhaps he was right. Perhaps there were a few things I didn't know about myself. "No. In fact, when you pinned me down, I kind of liked that. It felt so... animal."
A huge smile split his face. "I was hoping you'd say that." He ran a hand gently down my naked ass, that emerald gaze searing into me. "Because now that I've had a taste of you, I don't think I can stop. There are so many things I want to show you."
I drew a deep breath. I didn't know exactly what I was committing to, but I wasn't sure I had a choice anymore. The strange hunger Sebastian had awakened inside me wasn't going away. It had started that first night crouched in the wardrobe, and tonight had been like pouring fuel on a fire. "Well, I think I want to be shown," I said, my voice shaking. "Slowly," I added, having sudden visions of him carrying me off, wrapping me in leather and chaining me in the basement.
