Page 42 of Sebastian's Secret
“Okay.” He pressed his lips to her cheek before moving between her legs. One gentle tug encouraged the tape and sex toy to fall to the rug and provoked instant relief in his captive.
“Thank you.” Her head fell to the fibers. “That was too much.”
Sebastian chuckled. “Come on.” Easing her to one hip, he pulled her gently to a seated position. “Sit here for a moment.”
“Can you untie me please?” Watery blue eyes met his as he knelt in front her. “Sir.”
He had the sense that she added the final word just in case it riled him. “I will,” he promised. “But first I want to look at you.”
Sebastian took in the sight of her. Rebecca’s ample assets were pushed forward with her wrists bound. She was like a delicacy waiting to be devoured.
“Are you okay?” Stroking the side of her heated wet cheek, suddenly his worst-case scenario was that he’d gone too far—pushed her more than was right—and when he released the ropes she’d be gone.
“Yes.” She nodded, even though fresh tears fell. “I had a great time, but you scared the fuck out of me with that thing.” Motioning to the vibrator on the rug beside her, she scowled in its direction. “I didn’t think it would ever stop.”
“I would never harm you.” Sebastian wanted to be crystal clear on that point. If she walked away and he never saw her again, he needed her to know that much. “I play with pain and obedience, but I’d never cross the line.”
“I know.” Managing a small smile, she leaned into his hand. “Actually, I have a confession, sir.”
“Oh.” He hadn’t been expecting that response, but he preferred her seductive tone to her hurt one. “What’s that, little girl?”
“I might have also liked the way you treated me.” Her brow rose, as if she’d just admitted the naughtiest confession.
“So, you liked me scaring you?” Running his fingers through her flame-colored hair, the digits tightened, drawing her closer.
“Maybe.” She caught her lip between her teeth. “Is that bad?”
“Oh, no.” He couldn’t suppress the guttural growl that escaped his throat. “That is not bad.”
“Sebastian,” she panted. “Can I call you that now?”
“I like sir,” he told her, as her chest skimmed his shirt. Her nipples had tightened into hard bullets, her breathing accelerating as he fisted her hair. “But no one has ever made my name sound as sexy as you do.”
“I need to tell you something.” She swallowed, “before I lose my nerve.”
“Go on.” Brushing his lips over hers, he held her against him. “You can tell me anything.”
“I’ve never met anyone like you before.” She had no idea just how pertinent that declaration was. Rebecca didn’t know any of his secrets yet, let alone the fact that he and his brothers were shapeshifters. “Never met anyone who made me feel the things you do.” Her brow knitted as if the admission was painful.
“Good things?” he prompted, hoping to all the gods that they were.
“Yes.” She sniffed. “All the good things, but you make me feel vulnerable too and…” Her explanation faded.
“And?”
“Please will you untie me?” She gestured behind her to her bound wrists. “It would be easier for me to explain.”
“Of course,” he soothed, but before he moved to comply, he held her steady and offered her a kiss which he hoped justified his delay. She moaned at his intrusion, slumping in his arms at the caress.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, more and more certain that he’d never met anyone so fucking delightful. “Wait here.”
Moving to her wonderfully colored backside, Sebastian lifted her wrists and unfastened the ropes. They had not been tied tightly, only enough to ensure she ceded to the multiple orgasms.
“There.” He lowered her hands to her sides, rubbing her right wrist as he returned to face her. “Better?”
“Much.”
“Here.” Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a clean handkerchief and pushed it into her palm.