Page 39 of Sebastian's Secret

“Sir.” Pushing her hips back to accept him, she squeezed his cock, which was still loaded inside her.

“Hmmm.” Sebastian lifted his head, his lips grazing her nape while his hair fell in his face. His hand still cradled her throat, the gesture somehow reassuring after the carnality of their passion.

“I need to come.” She sounded so desperate, a fact that only magnified her arousal. “Please.”

“You need to come.” Snorting, he shook his head. “This was your punishment, not pleasure.”

“Pretend punishment,” she reminded him. “I didn’t really do anything to warrant it.”

“You went walking alone in the dark.” His eyebrow arched, daring her to defy him.

“I told you I didn’t have a choice.” Blowing out a breath, she twisted to face the rug. “I’m also allowed to walk, wherever and whenever I choose.”

Rebecca was happy to play along with his warped little game, to relish the denigration of the spanking and writhe in his arms when he told her she merited the hurt, but she needed to be clear—she didn’t belong to him, nor anyone else—and she would do whatever she liked.

“Is that right, little girl?” Hand slipping from her, he kissed the back of her neck before he rose, withdrawing from her body heat.

“Yes.” She heard the petulance in her tone but couldn’t help her sulkiness. Why should he come and not her? It wasn’t fair.

“Are you sure?” His soft, inciting voice floated over her.

“Am I sure what?”

“That you want to come so badly?” Sebastian’s response was immediate.

What? Of course, I’m sure! Who wouldn’t want to come?

“Yes!” Her answer was emphatic as she rolled onto her back. “I deserve pleasure, don’t I? Where are you going?”

Glancing up she noticed he was still dressed in a dark pin-striped suit, while she was naked. The reality only turned her on even more, and it didn’t help that he was every inch as devastatingly handsome as she remembered. Squeezing her sex at the memory of how good he’d been inside of her, the fibers of the rug tickled her punished behind and fleetingly, she wondered at how sore she would be tomorrow.

“I’m going to get something to help you.” Blue eyes met hers, reaffirming that she was safe and desired—and horny.

“Help me?” That sounded promising.

“That’s right.” Sebastian was on his feet. Moving to the hearth, he threw another log onto the fire before walking toward the door. “I know how frustrating it can be when you want to come.”

Too bloody right. The spanking, his cock and the merciless teasing in between had been enough to ignite her. Now she yearned for the inevitable explosion.

“Roll onto your tummy.” His voice floated in from the other room. “I want it to be a surprise.

“Okay.”

Smiling, she obeyed, preferring the position anyhow. The strands of rug teased her aching nipples and she could grind herself against it. Damn, she was so horny. At this rate, she’d require multiple climaxes to extinguish the fire.

The idea danced in her head as his footsteps neared. She heard the sound of the door closing, as well as items landing on the couch behind her, but somehow, she resisted the temptation to peek. She longed for the reward Sebastian had inferred, imagining all the tantalizing ways he could achieve the feat.

“Right.” He knelt at her hip, but by the time she turned she failed to see what he grasped in his hand. “How’s this?”

“Ooh!” Rebecca gasped at the whirring noise, startling as it pulsed between her legs. Whipping around to see him, she panted at its increased speed. “What is that, a vibrator?”

A pang of disappointment swelled in her chest. She’d wanted Sebastian to bring her to climax himself, not using a toy, but the protest was dampened fast by her growing need, which escalated as the vibrating plastic purred into life.

“The very same.” Grinning, he pressed the toy closer to her clit, his smile widening at her frantic whimper. It didn’t matter what her desire for romance said, her need to come was in command, her hips gyrating against the welcome intruder. “There.”

She should have loathed the arrogance in his voice, but she didn’t care. She was close, so close to the release she sought. She’d discuss the matter with him another time, but this moment was all about relinquishing.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” His goading tone washed over.