Sebastian - Dark Bonds

by Janey Rosen

  “For fucks sake!” He hops from foot to foot and snarls at me. Oh fuck. That’s really improved his mood, Beth.

  “Shit, I’m so sorry Sebastian. I wanted to surprise you. Fuck it, are you ok?”

  “Mind your mouth,” he shouts, pulling off his work boot as he hops to keep his balance, but falls straight on his ass. Oh fuck.

  “Oh God. I’m so sorry,” I can’t help laughing at the sight. As much as I know this will make him madder, the hilarity of the situation tickles me.

  “Funny is it?” He barks. “I’ll show you funny, lady.” He staggers to his feet, wincing as he puts his injured foot to the ground, and hobbles in my direction.

  “Sebastian, you’re injured,” the laughter won’t stop, much as I want it to, knowing it’s inappropriate.

  “Come here.” He lunges for me and catches hold of my belt, pulling me sharply by the waist until I’m pressed against him. His muscular arms wrap firmly around me, his chest, misted with sweat, pressing against my breasts causing my nipples to instantly harden at the contact.

  “Still funny?” he purrs, his nostrils flaring, dirt smeared across his rugged jaw. I kiss him, my lips hungry for his, my tongue forcing entry to his mouth licks at his tongue. His hands move down to my ass and squeeze hard enough to make me thrust forward against his erection, which presses against my navel. My arms encircle his strong frame and my nails dig into the bare, moist flesh of his back. We kiss passionately, our tongues battling, our teeth catching each other’s lips. His right hand moves down further, his fingers sliding down the central seam of my jeans until they reach the apex where they push against the constraints of the denim, making me wet with desire.

  “Are you wet for me, Elizabeth?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Dripping,” I rasp. “Are you going to do anything about it?” I challenge.

  “Topping from the bottom, as ever, Mrs. Dove.” He looks so hot, his breath comes fast and heavy, his eyes looking roguishly at me through long inky lashes.

  “No Sir. I wouldn’t dream of it,” I gasp as innocently as I can.

  “Hmm, you don’t seem too contrite Elizabeth. Kiss my toe.” He releases me, to the annoyance of my voracious pussy. He points to his bare foot, the big toe now red and swollen.

  “Kiss your toe?” I echo, incredulously.

  “She can hear but she clearly doesn’t understand,” he quips, still pointing at his wounded foot. Evidently irritated by my reticence, he clicks his fingers in front of my face and cocks a brow, a smile playing on his lips.

  “You’re so hot, De Montfort, do you know that?” The attempt at distraction holds no sway with the man who cocks his brow higher still. I kneel before him but maintain eye contact.

  “Don’t look me in the eyes, I’m not happy with you. Kiss it better.” He clicks his fingers again and points once more to his toe. I gingerly lean down and place a light kiss on his inflamed toe.

  “Good girl. Now take it in your mouth,” he instructs. I do as I’m told for once and take the sore tip of his toe between my lips tenderly, afraid to hurt him more.

  “Suck it gently.” Following instruction, I take the entire toe in my mouth and gently suck - his hand on the back of my head pushes me down further. He groans and I’m unsure if with pleasure or pain, or most likely both. It’s so demeaning and yet so erotic, my arousal causing a river between my legs and my nipples to struggle against the confines of my bra. He tugs at my hair clip, raising my head. His toe, wet from my saliva, slips from my mouth.

  “Put that mouth to better use now, my little slut.” He unzips his fly and his heavy penis flops forward, standing proud from his combats, inches away from my mouth.

  “Suck me,” he commands. “Make me come and take all of it in your mouth. Do not spill a single drop, do you understand?”

  Before I can answer, he thrusts his hips forward so that the crown of his cock touches my lips, a single drop of his nectar already waiting for me. My tongue licks the salty droplet and circles the velvety soft head. He groans and his fists clutch at my hair, which breaks free of the clip, tumbling down my back.

  “Good girl, that’s right, take it all in your mouth, Elizabeth.”

  I have no idea if we can be seen from the house and, right now, I couldn’t care. My greedy mouth wants all of him. I hollow my cheeks and cover my teeth with my lips as he thrusts forward to the back of my throat. My hands clutching the backs of his thighs, I start sucking and licking in earnest as his hips set the rhythm, fucking my mouth. The prominent veins along his length pulse as he reaches his climax, and he stills my head as he spills forth, emptying his creamy orgasm so fast that it makes my throat burn. I struggle to swallow but he holds me fast. When I have licked him clean, he allows me to stand and kisses me tenderly. I’m panting now, my own desire to climax unbearable but to my utter dismay, he pulls up his fly.

  “Good girl, you did well. Now leave me to finish my work.”

  “What?” My sex is throbbing with the need to have him fill me, and yet I’m being dismissed.

  “Punishment, Elizabeth. No orgasm for you, now do as I say and go back to the house, and no playing. If you make yourself come, Elizabeth, I will not allow you to climax for a week. Now off you go.”

  I pout and sigh but there is little point arguing. He’s made his point and I set off back to the house, extending my middle finger behind his back in frustration.

  It’s mid afternoon and time for Ruth to leave but, sad as I am to see her go, I look forward to her returning for my party. She hugs Bella and I tightly before saying goodbye to Sebastian.

  “You take care of her,” she warns, good-naturedly. “Don’t forget the AGM after the party. You need to be on your best behaviour or I’ll tan your backside.”

  I groan at her audacity, but thankfully Sebastian takes it in good humour and gives her a tight embrace.

  “Oh I think I’d like to see you try, Ruth,” he teases as he lets her go. My dear friend has no idea of the irony of what she just said. I grin and wave as she drives away. Sebastian puts an arm around my waist as we walk back to the house.

  “So, you’re going to be interfering in our business again, De Montfort?” I shake my head disapprovingly. He smacks my behind, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

  “I am now.”

  “Bloody great. Control freak.”

  “Mrs. Dove, I do believe I need to take you back to the chamber and step up your submissive training. Where’s your choker?” He asks darkly.

  My fingers move to my bare throat and I blush deeply. The choker? Oh crap!

  “It’s in my bedside drawer. Take a chill pill,” I quip. His hand drops from my waist and he runs his hand through his hair in exaggerated exasperation.

  “A chill pill?”

  I glance sideways at him, butterflies throwing fits in my stomach. Double crap! I should learn to hold my tongue. His eyes are burning embers, hooded and menacing. He points to the front door.

  “Chamber. Now.”

  “Only if you can catch me,” I call as I run for the door.

  My breath comes in short pants as I pin myself flat to the wall, behind the door to Sebastian’s study. I hear his heavy footsteps on the flagstones of the hall. My skin prickles with excitement and anticipation, I’m yearning to be caught but enjoying the delicious game of hide and seek.

  “Come out, come out wherever you are …”

  His voice is close by. I squint through the gap between door and frame and see the toe of his boots, the hairs on the back of my neck stand proud and I hold my breath. I wait a full minute and peek again, the boots now gone. Another minute passes with my eye pressed to the gap. Where the hell has he gone? I now desperately want to be caught but, as the game goes on, so the fear of his reprisal deepens.

  As quietly as a mouse, I tiptoe to the edge of the door and peer around it. There is no sign of Sebastian in the hall, nor can I hear him. Treading lightly through the doorway and into the hall, there’s still no sign of him. Where are you?
I creep gingerly forward … he grabs me from behind and I jump clean out of my skin, screaming as his hands encircle my waist, clutching me firmly to him. He’s behind me, his hot breath on my neck, my back pressed into his front.

  “Sebastian!” I pant, my body on fire at his touch.

  “So, you want to play games …” he breathes in my ear. “When you play with the big boys, you need to prepare to get hurt, Elizabeth.” The threat lingers in the air as he releases his grip on my waist and takes my hand firmly in his. “Chamber. Now.” Holy fuck!

  24

  He slides the bolt across the heavy old door to the outer chamber in the basement. I glance toward the closed door to the inner chamber but he makes no move to take me there. He’s pacing, regarding me silently from the corner of his eye, like a tiger. I tremble as I stand in the centre of the ancient room.

  “What am I to do with you, Elizabeth?” he murmurs.

  “Let me go?” I whisper. His eyes narrow and he grins mischievously.

  “Oh, I don’t think so,” he purrs. “I need to take your training back to basics. Teach you the principals of submission. Head up but lower your eyes when I look at you,” he barks.

  I dip my gaze and study the flagstones compliantly. He continues pacing, I glance up through my lashes and see him stroking his stubble covered chin, looking so very mean but oh so sexy. He catches me watching him covertly and sighs deeply before striding toward me, only stopping when the toe of his boot touches the tip of my pumps. Casting my eyes downward I see the military style work boots, feet apart in a wide stance. His hands are planted firmly on his hips.

  “Kneel.” He clicks his fingers in the most derogatory way and points to the floor at his feet.

  “Here?” I ask.

  “Here. Now.”

  I do as I’m told and kneel uncomfortably on the hard stone floor, my arousal now cresting, making my apex slick with desire.

  “Keep your head up. Lower your eyes Elizabeth,” he instructs again. “Peek at your peril. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He seems genuinely surprised at my acquiescence as he moves away and disappears from my limited view. Resisting the temptation to cast a sly glance to see what he’s doing, I think better of it and instead listen intently. I hear the sound of metal, or perhaps heavy wood on stone, something being slid across the floor, then the sound of the boots returning to me. From behind, he places a blindfold over my eyes and ties it firmly at the back of my head. Oh goodness, this is so hot. Immediately, my remaining senses kick into overdrive. Sounds amplified, the smell of his perspiration, the smell of my own, the feel of the course fabric that rubs my eyelids as they continue to blink beneath their constraint.

  Sebastian places something across my mouth and panic sets in as he pulls down my lower jaw opening my mouth wide to accommodate a spherical ball. It’s seemingly attached to a leather strap that he takes behind my head, my hair catching in the buckle as he fastens it tightly. I gurgle my protestation as my tongue fights against the suppression of the plastic ball. Christ, he’s gagged me. Whoa I’m out of my depth, I can’t say my safe word. He senses my panic and plants a tender kiss on my forehead and strokes my bare arm sensuously.

  “Be calm, darling,” he sooths. “At any time you can stop me by turning your head left to right, left to right. Nod if you understand.”

  Relieved, I nod.

  “Good girl. Now nod if you consent to continue, remember I would never put you in danger. Safe, consensual and sane are our buzzwords. Understand?”

  Again I nod my consent. Am I crazy? What the hell am I consenting to?

  “Excellent.” He grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs it sharply, raising me to my feet. Standing unsteadily and feeling vulnerable but hyper-stimulated, I wait patiently. Again I hear him moving, when he returns to me, he slides my vest top from each shoulder, carefully lifting each arm to remove it, so that it now sits around my waist. My nipples strain against my bra, swollen and needy. He unclips the fastening of the bra and removes it. I now feel exposed, naked from the waist up, nipples now erect and throbbing for his touch. He skilfully unbuttons the fly of my jeans and in one fluid movement, slides the jeans, vest top and my panties down to my ankles. I think I sense him squat in front of me, now I feel his firm grip on my ankle. My hand reaches out and finds his muscular shoulder and I grip tightly for stability as he lifts my left foot, removes my pump and slides off my remaining clothing. He repeats the action with my right foot. My breath comes in short, fast pants and I fear I could orgasm just by his touch alone such is the height of my arousal.

  He moves once more, placing a hand on my elbow, guiding me gently forward. I’m afraid I will fall but he intuitively puts an arm around my waist and leads me … where - to the bed, in the inner chamber? … He stops after just a few paces. What next? The anticipation is almost too much. He releases me and I stand exposed and vulnerable, entirely at his mercy. I hear the sound of wood creaking, my remaining senses heightened, sound amplified, and feel the press of his hand on the small of my back, urging me forward. My hands reach out but he clasps my left wrist and rests it on a curved wooden rest. He does the same with my right, and pushing my head down, makes me to bend at the waist and lean forward. I fear I’ll fall, but he places a guiding hand on my shoulder as my throat finds curved wood on which to rest. What the fuck is he doing? What is this?

  The sound of creaking wood once more precedes the feeling of something closing down on top of me, enclosing my neck and wrists in wooden holes. Realisation slams at my belly as it transpires that Sebastian has me restrained in stocks. No amount of wriggling or stamping my feet in annoyance brings about my release.

  “My naughty wench is in the stocks,” he mocks in a deep, gravelly voice.

  I momentarily ponder using the safe signal, my inner conflict of desire versus common sense leading me to delay long enough for Sebastian to place a strategic finger on my sacrum.

  “What am I to do to such a wicked slut?” He runs his index finger languidly down the cleft of my buttocks, and my hips thrust back to meet it as it reaches my most private puckered place. The touch is gone in an instant.

  “So keen, so willing to take your punishment. Such a good girl … and yet such a bad whore.”

  His slick tongue travels down, his large hands parting me - saliva trickling down so delectably to the forbidden place his tongue now probes. I strain against the wooden bonds, moaning into the gag, protesting at the degradation, encouraging, begging but still he persists at a leisurely pace. Warm juices trickle unbidden down my thigh, my sex engorged and wanting.

  Listening, all I can hear is the quiet lapping of Sebastian’s tongue against my flesh. He stops abruptly, leaving me sighing and writhing. I hear him moving and feel cold gel being rubbed around and into my anus. He’s going to take me … there! I try to turn my head but the wood bites into my neck.

  “Keep still,” he instructs, but my eyes are wide, my teeth bite down on the hard plastic, my buttocks clench. He parts me again and something hard and slick presses against my anus, it’s unrelenting and I resist its intrusion.

  “Relax for me, Elizabeth. Trust me.”

  I try, feeling utterly humiliated and yet so desperate to be filled, I release my muscles there and the thing slides in deeper. It is the most intense yet stimulating sensation, making me gasp and my ass pushes back to aid its’ passage.

  “Good, good girl. Take the plug. That’s right, so good.” A butt plug! I’ve read about those but oh my, I had no idea they feel so hot.

  With a final push, he drives it home until my ass is entirely full. I squirm at the ripples of pleasure it causes, clenching and unclenching my internal muscles until the tremors building take me almost to climax. Completely blind and mute, my senses concentrate only on the pressure within my rectum. The thing begins to vibrate subtly, a gentle purr deep within my core, which drives me wild so
that I’m pulling at my restraints, my hips circling in time with the pulsing within me.

  “Don’t come.” He moves behind me. Please, please, take me, make me come, my words are unspoken, muffled grunts are all I can emit. “From now on, your orgasms are for your Master. I have absolute control over them.”

  Soft feather light tickles travel down my back, from shoulder to shoulder and down my spine. Again and again the multi tendril softness drags over my sensitive skin.

  “Feel the flogger, sweetheart. Feel how nice it is? Soft deerskin, so gentle and tickly isn’t it?” he says.

  Whip. It smarts, oh fuck it smarts. He lashes my buttocks again and again, lightly first then thrashing harder so that the bite of the leather brings tears to my eyes, which soak into the fabric of the blindfold. I need to safe word. This hurts.

  “What’s the matter, my little slut? Not so foul-mouthed now are you? Remember, you can safe sign at any time and I’ll stop.” All I need to do is turn my head – left to right, left to right and this ends … this torture, this pleasure, this forbidden delicious torment.

  With one hand he pushes the plug deeper into my core, with the other he flicks at my skin with the flogger – between my legs so that it stings at my pussy, my thighs, my arms, all are assaulted by the soft yet unyielding leather.

  It’s too much, tears sting my eyes, the frustration of the climax withheld, my senses on fire, the frenzy he’s driven me too, it’s all too much. I decide to safe sign but … the sting stops abruptly. The vibration continues but that is ecstasy. His hands grip my hips and he’s kissing my back, his lips brushing my sore skin, murmuring how good I have been, how proud he is of me. Tell me you love me …

  I hear a zipper, then his erection presses against my soaked vagina and, with one powerful thrust, he drives his cock in to my very end. Again and again his hardness strikes and rubs at the bundle of nerves deep inside me.

  “Good girl, that’s right. Come for me hard, baby.”