Page 41 of Sebastian's Secret

Sebastian

This was not the plan. Not that there had been a plan, but when Sebastian had messaged Rebecca, the last thing he’d envisioned was binding her by his hearth and forcing pleasure from her fabulous body. It only went to show, you never knew how things would unravel. Crouching beside his impromptu captive, he smiled and grazed a fingertip over her thigh. She was gorgeous and responsive to the same kinks he enjoyed.

She’s mine.

He closed his eyes at the thought. It wasn’t rational. She wasn’t his, they barely knew one another… so why did he feel such a compelling call to the woman?

Surveying her, Sebastian dismissed the nagging question. It didn’t matter. They had this moment together, and there was solace in that certainty.

Inching closer, he inspected the vibrator. Sebastian kept a range of new toys at the place but had never employed them until now. The bondage tape he’d collected from next door ensured the vibrator was going nowhere and his soft black ropes drove Rebecca to the place she clearly wanted to go—submission. She wasn’t truly imprisoned and could probably have got up by rolling to her side, but he noted that she hadn’t tried. However much she complained about the alleged onslaught, she seemed prepared to revel in it.

And what a display she was putting on for him, her body thrashing against the plastic as it ripped a third magnificent climax from her weary body. If she wasn’t careful, he’d be hard again before her next orgasm.

“Sebastian!” She choked out his name between gasps. “Please, no more!”

“Sorry?” He asked, tapping her toned backside with his fingers.

“S-Sir,” she spluttered. “Please, make it stop.”

“But you said you wanted pleasure?” Feigning innocence wasn’t usually his style, but then he didn’t normally have such a wonderful partner to play with. He’d pushed everyone away until Rebecca. Little by little, the scintillating redhead was changing all of his self-imposed rules.

“I didn’t mean this.” She sounded close to tears as the toy buzzed on between her thighs. “Please.”

Sebastian’s balls contracted at her breathy plea. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “You are pretty spectacular like this, little girl. I could gag you and settle down on the couch to watch the show.”

The thought was downright alluring, but he’d never do anything to abuse her trust. It was only an elaborate web created to tease. Sebastian was too much like his father. Too dependable. Now, Draco was a different story. Sebastian wouldn’t put such dastardly behavior past his younger brother.

“Please, no.” She twisted his way as much as her position allowed. “Lesson learned, sir. I won’t ask for pleasure after punishment.”

His lips curled as he leaned toward her face. “That’s not the lesson, little girl.” Or, at least, it wasn’t the only one.

“Wh-what then?” she stammered.

“I just wanted to let you know who owns your orgasms.”

He beamed, knowing how audacious the statement was and yet absolutely certain that it was true. Sebastian had no right to claim ownership of any part of her, but as she writhed in front of him, he sensed it was true. Her pleasure was his—his to give and to deny. There would be no climaxes unless he said so.

“Owns them, sir?” Her hips jerked forward, although he couldn’t decide if she was trying to lean into the increased friction or fend the pulsating fiend away.

“That’s right.” His cock hardened, ignoring its recent satiation. “As in, decides when you have them and gets to enjoy each and every one.”

“Oh, God.” Her chest rose and fell with her effort.

“Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

Gaze clouded, Rebecca looked to be on the verge of another powerful round of pleasure.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Tell me, then,” he encouraged, stroking a fingertip over her exposed skin. “Tell me who owns your orgasms.”

“You do!” Her response was unequivocal. “You own them, sir. But please—”

She squeezed her eyes closed. “No more now!”

“No more?” Sebastian’s tone was playful as he relished her exquisite torment. He was after all, a sexual sadist. A man who relished the ecstatic agony of his woman and sought to push her boundaries. “Are you saying no more until I decide you deserve them again?”

“Yes!” she gasped, her lips parting as she fought the impending wave. “I mean, no, sir.” Shaking her head, her eyes gleamed with confused frustration. She didn’t know what she meant anymore. “No more, thank you, sir.”