The Protege

by Kailin Gow

  Her bath only heightened the desire that had built up all day. Serena knew Sebastian was right. If he were to become her adviser, their attraction to one another was bound to complicate things. If she was to have the older gentleman as her adviser and Sebastian as her secret mentor and adviser with all the benefits of being a lover, she can have the best of both worlds. She can still have Sebastian Sorensen in both ways without giving him up at all. She didn’t think she could at this moment. She took another sip of wine and tried to find another argument. There was none. Despite having been so pragmatic and studious over the past year, she knew little work would get done if he were to be constantly on her mind.

  Secretly, she was pleased with herself. She’d come to a decision even if half her brain continued the debating process.

  The next hour flew by as she soaked in the fragrant bath water and relaxed while enjoying the titillating excitement of anticipation. With the bath water almost cold, she got out, dried off and got dressed. Without wasting too much time she picked out her favorite flower print summer dress then quickly grabbed a few of her favorite items and shoved them in a suitcase.

  Within the next hour she was at Sebastian’s door.

  “I knew you’d come,” he said simply, his blue eyes intensely fastened to hers.

  Serena set her suitcase on the floor and for a strangely tense moment they stared at each other.

  “I want you to feel at home.” Sebastian picked up the suitcase and brought it into his bedroom.

  “I’ll admit this feels a little strange.” Serena took in her new surroundings as she followed him.

  “It’ll pass.”

  “I’ve been living alone for a long time, and…”

  “So have I. I think I can handle the adjustment.”

  Acutely aware of the large bed just a few feet away, Serena felt the molten heat work its way up her legs only to bubble over where her thighs met.

  Sebastian set her suitcase down and proceeded to open the large walk in closet. “I thought it might be a good idea to sacrifice half my closet space.”

  Every girl’s dream; a huge closet with more than enough room to hang her entire wardrobe and then some, but right now, her wardrobe and its future habitat were the last things on her mind. Her hands twitched with nervous energy. How long was he going to torture her like this?

  “You even have room for several pairs of shoes,” he went on.

  “That’s really nice of you.” But can we move on to more… intimate discussions?

  “I hope you like chicken.”

  “I beg your pardon.”

  “For dinner. I thought we could have dinner together, discuss our… living arrangement.” The smile he offered her was wicked and wild. It was irresistible.

  When are you going to kiss me? she wanted to shout. She was already wet with anticipation.

  “How ‘bout a glass of wine? Red or white?” He headed for the door.

  “Neither.” Serena reached out to take his hand.

  “Hungry?” He cocked a knowing brow.

  Her head involuntarily tilted forward in a nod while her fingers played along the back of his hand.

  He gripped her fingers and pulled her closer. Licking his lips he looked intently at her. “I was hoping you’d be.” Cupping her cheeks he kissed her hard and passionately, his steps strong and powerful as he backed her to the bed.

  She fell back, willingly, hungrily wanting to feel his body against hers. But before allowing her that pleasure, he stood looking down at her. His eyes passed over every inch of her. They lingered on her legs and skimmed up high on her thighs that’d been left exposed when the skirt of her dress had followed her fall.

  “You're a beautiful creature, Serena.” Sebastian slowly unbuttoned every button of his shirt. “You're soft and gentle and kind, yet…” He bit his lip as he opened his shirt to expose his chest.

  It was difficult to concentrate on his words as Serena took in the sight of him.

  “Yet I sense there’s a fire. You smolder and…” He bared his shoulders, his biceps, his torso. “It makes for an intriguing combination. That innocent flame. That naïve, slow burning amber.” He let the shirt fall to the floor and worked on the fastenings of his slacks.

  Flame, yes. She felt it burning with an intensity that was about to drive her mad. Her breasts felt heavy with longing and her nipples were hard with anticipation. Her thighs tingled with wanting and she pressed them tightly together hoping to alleviate the sensation, but it only made matters worse. She licked her lips and tried to control the heavy breaths that shook her chest.

  Sebastian let his slacks drop to the floor and Serena sat up to face the bulge in the tight, white boxer briefs. He was such a magnificent specimen of a man. Every muscle was toned, and his skin just lightly bronzed by the sun.

  She brought a finger to the hem of his boxer briefs and was rewarded with a hungry sigh. Her own groan of anticipation met his sigh as her finger sneaked under the white cotton and touched his burning skin.

  The bulge, pure in its white dressing, pounded like an excited heartbeat. Sebastian grasped her hand and pulled it away from him. “Not so fast.” With his free hand he reached for one of the thin straps that held her dress up and let it fall off her shoulder, leaving the fabric of her dress just barely clinging to her breast. “I want to take a good look at you.”

  Serena kept her eyes on his, pleased with the appreciation she saw reflected in them. He licked his lips and let his finger follow the line of fabric now draped over her breast. As his finger circled the orb, liberating it from the fragile fabric and exposing it to the air, to his sight and to his touch, Serena felt a surge of moisture collect between her thighs.

  With agonizingly slow motions, he freed her other breast, letting her dress pool around her waist. “You certainly played a nasty trick on me that first day, arriving all covered up, yet I knew, when I peeled away the layers, I’d find the beauty and perfection I now see.” In unison, his hands weighed her breasts. “You have such perfect breasts. So soft and supple.” His touch was delicate and unhurried as he softly and reverently touched every part of her breasts until she was screaming to have him take them into his mouth.

  Maintaining control of her breathing was now impossible. Her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. She longed to arch her back and press her breasts into his hands. For an interminable minute his fingers played along the outer reaches of her breasts, heightening her desire to have him take a stronger hold, to pinch a nipple, to suckle.

  His eyes darkened and took on a wicked gleam. He took great pleasure in taunting her; that much she could see. His fingers stopped their play on her breasts. Her lips parted in anticipation of his next move.

  “I want to please you,” he said in a voice so deep and husky, she barely recognized it. Cupping her breasts, he brought his thumbs to her nipples and she let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure. “Does this please you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  Releasing her breasts all too quickly, he knelt before her and gently pushed the remainder of her skirt up to join the bodice of her dress. “I want to see for myself just how much you enjoy this.” With his index finger, he drew a line along the edge of her pale blue panties.

  She inhaled a trembling breath and Sebastian looked at her. “Tell me, Serena,” he said, his voice like dark, hot honey on her name. “Do you want me for your lover?”

  Every inch of her body, every nerve ending wanted to shout out her response. She wanted him. She’d known she’d wanted him from the moment she’d first met him, but now… that want, that desire was all consuming. Not trusting her voice, she nodded.

  His finger snaked under her panties and found the source of moisture. “If you’ve had a change of heart, we can stop this right now… before we go too far.”

  The light touch of his finger already had her on the edge of profound pleasure.

  “Perhaps my touch isn’t what you’d hoped for. Perhaps I’m not as agile as y
ou’d thought. If you think I’d be better suited to simply be your adviser, it’s not too late.” He pulled aside the narrow panel of her panties and looked at the working of his index finger. “It’s not too late,” he whispered.

  Her breath caught in her throat. Any moment now she would explode. He taunted her by circling the nub of sensitive nerve endings with his finger.

  “What do you want, Serena?” As his finger continued its slow torture, his warm breath brushed her breast.

  “You,” she groaned.

  “Are you certain?”

  “Yes.”

  Simultaneously, he brought his lips and tongue over one aching nipple while his finger, drenched in moisture, made one simple move over the sensitive nerve endings that beckoned his touch.

  With a loud cry of rapture, Serena let her body take over. Her fingers raked through his thick hair and pulled him to her breasts. She pulled down his boxers, grabbing hold of his thick shaft that was hard and ready for her. “Please,” she cried.

  “Please what?” Sebastian asked.

  “Please, lover, make me come. I can’t stand it any longer.”

  Sebastian smiled a wicked smile before he ripped off her panties, pulled over a drawer full of condoms, tore off the wrappings to place one on and hovered over her. “Do I have your permission to take you?”

  “Yes,” she said. “As much as possible. Teach me how to be passionate, show me what it can be like.”

  “Then I aim to teach,” he plunged hard and fast into her, rocking her clit and hitting her spot simultaneously sending her eyes to widen and clench her teeth in the intense pleasure she felt. Then slowly he made his way out, before plunging into her again, hitting her exactly where her spot was while taking his fingers to work her clit. She clenched her teeth but let out a loud guttural moan that shook her to the core. He pulled out slowly and began rhythmically pumping her in and out hitting her spot each time while filling every crevice of her with pleasure. He was in total control, passionate, and sensual, knowing exactly when to add pressure, get sensitive, be gentle, and when to get wild.

  After flipping her around and taking her from behind, his hands covering her breasts while he entered her and pumped her rhythmically, twisting his hips to take her deeper, she couldn’t hold on any longer. “I’m going to…”

  “Hold on a little bit longer, baby,” he said, kissing and then biting her nipple. “I’ll come with you.” He flipped her on top of him while he laid on his back and began moving her hips against him, his shaft buried deep within her. “Ride me, Serena,” he said. “Let loose that passion of yours. You have it within, you know, that temper, that energy. Let it all out on me now.”

  Serena began going up and down on him, wriggling her hips as she slid him in and out, making him groan as she increased her pace and began touching him at the base. She felt the tension mounting within her, felt his body shake, and when he reached up with his hips to pump her from beneath, she couldn’t hold on. Shaking with ecstasy, her body exploded with pleasure and with the desire for more, as he let out a groan that shook her deeper, “Serena baby, you’re mine.” He pulled her to him, kissing her on the lips and on the temples before holding her tight like a cherished woman. “You’re all mine.”

  Chapter 14

  Serena awoke to a steaming cup of coffee set on the bedside table. In a long, narrow vase beside it was a single magenta rose. It was sweet and thoughtful, but didn’t make up for the empty bed. Though her night with Sebastian had been as sleepless and sweaty as every other night of the past two weeks, she longed to touch him again.

  Jacked up on an elbow, she took a quick sniff of the rose then took a sip of coffee. These past days Sebastian had proven to be as good a lover as cook. Still nude, still glistening with sweat, she sat up and smiled at the thought of the heated and passionate nights she’d shared with him every night since she became his protégé. He was insatiable, and when it came to him, she couldn’t get enough, too.

  A quick glance down at her thighs and she was reminded of the hunger he’d displayed the night before. After a long evening at the university, he’d arrived late and had found her laboring over a new composition.

  The moment he walked through the door, she knew what he wanted. She’d prepared for it.

  With a limited wardrobe, she’d decided to raid his side of the closet. A crisp white button down shirt went perfectly with the black lace thong she’d pulled on. She’d only buttoned the middle four buttons and had wrapped an exquisite black tie about her neck. It hung invitingly between her breasts, naughty and alluring. In contrast, she’d pulled her hair up into a bun.

  The finishing touch; four inch black heels that glistened in the candlelight.

  “I’m sure Wolfgang never had it so good,” Sebastian said the moment he spotted her. He kicked off his shoes and whipped off his tie.

  “I think Wolfgang would have hit his head against the wall if he’d had me for a student. I’ve barely written two bars.”

  “Your academic endeavors weren’t really what I was referring to.”

  Serena left her writing and stood to face her mentor. “Oh?” Twirling her pen innocently, she looked at him, wide eyed, while her fingers played with the tie against her bare chest.

  “I’d always thought my every day professor garb was rather boring and drab.” He took her hand and held it up as he inspected her. “On you, however… Wow.”

  “Well, you’ve barely let me out of the house since I moved in, so I’m getting a little low on clean clothes.”

  “Looking the way you do, I happily give you permission to go through my closet as much as you like… Any time.”

  “So, you like?” She tossed her pen on the table.

  He reached for the tie, the back of his hand brushing against her breast. “I think this is going to be my favorite tie from now on.” His eyes gleamed with mischief.

  “Good.” Serena looked at him, aroused by the hunger she saw in his eyes. They’d made love countless times that week, yet he still hungered for her as much as he had that first night. She’d feared he’d tire of her after a few heated nights, but it just got better and better. He was insatiable, and when it came to him, she was just as hungry.

  Wrapping the tie around his fist, Sebastian pulled her to him and unpinned her hair, letting it fall in waves about her shoulders. “Do you know how impossible it is to survive a day at the university when all I want is to…?” Mischief turned to lust as his eyes narrowed and his lips curved into a hungry sneer.

  She’d seen that look before. It’d been strange, even frightening at first, but she’d come to enjoy what followed. Every time she’d seen that expression she’d felt as though Sebastian had vacated his body, leaving his limbs to act on pure instinct.

  His instinct, animal, wild, almost ferocious, was delicious.

  He gave the tie a forceful yank that propelled her forward. She smashed into his chest, but before she could reach out to touch him, he yanked her back away from him. Releasing the tie, he grabbed each panel of the shirt and tore it apart, sending buttons flying across the room.

  Though her breasts weren’t completely exposed, the ferocious animal he’d become stared down at the skin he’d bared. She stood staring at him, waiting for his next move. He’d proven to be so unpredictable over the course of the two weeks; quiet and loving one night, hard, outrageous and wild the next. He was as complicated a lover as he was the musician. Moody, loving, and passionate like his music.

  Taking a firm hold of the tie once more, he pulled her backward until she hit the ceiling to floor glass panel that overlooked the city.

  “I want to show the world the treasure I’ve found,” he growled. He spun her around and pushed her to the window.

  With one hand pressed to the middle of her back he held her in place. Her breasts pressed against the cold glass as he worked to rid himself of his pants. Aside from a vague reflection of him in the window at the far wall, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but she heard
his every move.

  His grunts were hot and impatient… not to mention promising. A leathery swish sounded as he pulled his belt off. It landed several feet away from them with a light clink. The zipper trumpeted its descent followed by the ruffle of fabric pooling on the floor.

  Leaning into her, he pulled her shirt off one shoulder and released a portion of his aggression by biting into the firm flesh. She bit her lip as his teeth brought exquisite pain and his lips the reward of a warm, soothing balm.

  “I want to show you the pleasure…” His hand snaked around her waist, over her belly and up to take a firm grip of a breast. He took a sip of cold ice water before he pinched her nipple to the point of pain. Then soothing it with his cool mouth. His teeth and cold lips continued to play over her shoulder, up her neck, stopping at her ear, sending pleasurable sensations up and down her skin.

  With a forceful thrust, he pushed himself into her, pressing his hardness against her buttocks. “How hot are you for me, Serena?”

  “Look for yourself,” she dared.

  Sebastian reached in front of her and roughly pulled her thighs apart. His fingers delved deep within the folds of moisture and heat. “Pretty damn hot.” Serena let out a deep rooted groan that reverberated against the glass. Her breath fogged the window and dampened her cheek.

  Sebastian pushed her breasts against the glass, her nipples outlined clearly in the frosted window for all the world to see, while he removed the rest of his clothing, discarding it on the ground. From behind, he pushed into her folds hard and then slowly, eliciting a low moan from deep within her. “Oh Sebastian.”

  Sebastian pulled out and thrust slowly, filling her again in response. She cried out, but Sebastian turned her around, capturing her mouth and cry in his as he devoured her mouth and licked his way down to her breasts and nipples. “Nothing sexier than seeing a woman’s naked breasts pressed up against the window, Serena. Except this.” He lifted Serena until she was sitting on his shoulders, and his mouth was buried into her folds, lapping her up as he braced his hips and knees against the window, his buttocks clenched, all muscles tight.