Page 40 of Sebastian's Secret
“Yes,” she was forced to agree. “Yes, sir.”
“Put your hands behind your back,” he cooed. “Like you did when you took me in your mouth. I love that.”
Too caught in the growing frenzy of desire to argue, she shifted her hands into place, vaguely aware of discomfort and yet instantly utilizing it to heighten her passion.
“Lovely,” he admired, tapping her ass in approval as he nudged the vibrator closer to her sex. Mewling in appreciation, she ground herself against it like a dog in heat. A fresh bloom of embarrassment blossomed at her face at the analogy and she was glad Sebastian couldn’t read her mind. “Now for the final touches.”
What? The question lingered briefly, before her focus returned to the wonderful pulsing at her clit. It wouldn’t take long for her to splinter. She couldn’t wait to fly!
Lost to the pursuit, she barely noticed when something slipped over her right wrist, assuming it was Sebastian’s hand, even though she knew it couldn’t be. His fingers were long and smooth, not coarse like whatever this was.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, face first in the rug as the same feeling lit up her left wrist.
“I know,” he fussed, chuckling as he rose over her.
Gasping for breath, she noticed that the velocity of the toy suddenly increased, its new speed edging her straight to orgasm. Her body tensed, toes clenching as she was forced to concede. Fireworks erupted in her head, making breathing a challenge and thinking impossible, and then—the relief of pleasure swept over her.
“Oh fuck.”
“Do you mean, thank you, sir?” he asked in a suitably wry tone.
“Yes,” she admitted, lifting her face from the fur. “That’s what I meant.”
“Good.” Resting the plastic against her sex, he smacked her ass, jolting it out of place.
“Hey!” she complained, trying to move her hands and bat him away, but however hard she tried, she wasn’t able to move them. Rolling to one hip, she shot Sebastian an accusing look. “What’s happening?”
“Let me help you.” He looked far too happy, his beaming expression a warning as he moved her back to her belly. Panting, she wiggled on the rug, frantic and still incapable of moving her hands. Something was stopping them, but from her position, she couldn’t tell what.
“There you go.”
Rebecca felt a sharp tug as Sebastian leaned over her.
“That’s better.”
“No.” Panic rose in her chest. “It’s not. I still can’t move them.”
“Well, of course not.” Something about his laughter was abruptly dark, escalating her sense of alarm as he pushed her knees wider. “Ready for your second orgasm?”
“What?” she muttered, trying not to eat the rug’s fibers as she turned her head.
“Wrong answer, little girl.” A succession of hard swats landed on her exposed rump until she cried out. “You know how to address me by now.”
Shit! Her ass was so tender already. She couldn’t take much more of his attention.
“Sorry, sir,” she blurted, though she wasn’t even vaguely apologetic. All she wanted was to get up. She’d had her orgasm and now she wanted to relax.
“You will learn,” he assured her, his tone knowing as he grabbed the vibrator and thrust it back into position. “Your wrists are bound and they’ll stay that way until you’ve finished coming.”
Finished coming? Her brow creased. Hadn’t she come already?
“But sir, I…” she started, but her words dried up as the toy buzzed even faster between her legs.
“No need to thank me this time.” Sniggering at her plight, Sebastian leaned forward and kissed one of her sore cheeks.
Groaning at the stimulation, Rebecca squirmed on the rug. Helpless to prevent whatever came next, she hurtled toward her impending climax.
Chapter Seventeen