Page 34 of Sebastian's Secret

“Okay.” Crossing the lounge, he placed her drink beside his own before taking a seat on the black couch. The entire place had been decorated in the décor of his choice, each room a reflection of his personality.

“First, you’ll strip for me.” Triumph echoed in his voice, a product of the unbelievable circumstance. He didn’t know what he’d done to be rewarded with the opportunity, but he would forever be grateful.

“Strip?” she whispered.

“Yes, to your underwear.” Leaning back in his seat, Sebastian crossed one foot over his knee. “Make a show of it for me.”

Her gaze narrowed. This wasn’t the deal, it seemed to say, but to her credit, she only hesitated for a moment before she slowly climbed to her feet. Shrugging out of her emerald cardigan, she allowed it to pool by her feet.

“I’d have chosen something sexier if I’d known,” she admitted, apparently self-conscious of her crimson blouse, although he had no idea why. The one thing Sebastian was sure of was that Rebecca would look fabulous in—and out—of anything.

“You look amazing,” he reassured as she collected the hem of the blouse and tugged it over her head. His arousal soared as she tugged her jeans past her hips before stepping out of them. “Make that absolutely fucking terrific.”

A sly smile spread across her lips as she turned to reveal her red panties and matching bra.

Fuck.

“Come here.” Beckoning forward with one finger, he watched as she drew in a deep breath, her gaze flitting around the room as she inched toward him. “Not like that,” he corrected. “On your hands and knees.”

Her gaze shot to him in an instant, her glare softening as she realized he was serious. “Sir?”

“Crawl to me,” Sebastian clarified. “It’s not far.”

“Oh God.” She mumbled the words to her chest, but lowered herself to the rug regardless, placing one and then a second palm down in front of her. She moved like a feline, slow and seductive as she approached.

“Wonderful,” he praised, one hand rising to her soft mane and smoothing back her tresses as she waited on all fours by his shins. “Care to tell me why you’re here?”

Confusion flickered in her dazzling eyes. “Sir?”

“Why are you here, little girl?”

A sizzling silence stretched out between them as she processed what he wanted her to say. This was all a part of the game—submission was about more than only pain and punishment—it was about accepting that side of herself that longed for him to take control.

“I’d like for you to spank me, please, sir.” As the words left her lips, nothing had ever sounded sweeter to Sebastian.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, sir.” Her tone was raspy.

“What is it?” He needed to check, to ensure she knew how to eject if the ride became too perilous.

“Marble, sir.”

As though she sought to preen herself against him, her head lowered, and she rubbed her cheek against his knee. Sebastian’s erection struggled inside its fabric prison, frantic for release, but his satisfaction would have to wait. This delectable course was about giving Miss Monroe what she so desperately needed.

“Good.” Cradling her face to him, he hesitated, steadying himself for the adventure to come. Even in his wildest dreams, Sebastian hadn’t dared to hope this was how his evening would unfold.

“Come on, then.” Shifting his palm, he patted his thighs. “Lay yourself over my lap.”

Chapter Fifteen

Rebecca

It was the kind of excitement that stirred every fiber of her being. Beginning in her belly, it simmered and amplified until she swore that each cell vibrated with its own energy. How long had it been since she’d been in this position at all, let alone with someone she craved and trusted as much as Sebastian?

Perhaps this was the first time. The thought intensified her giddiness as she rose to her knees.

“Why are you waiting, little girl?” His tone was firmer, agitating the butterflies in her tummy that were all stretching their wings simultaneously.