Page 53 of Sebastian's Secret
“I’m pleased that it worked.” Perching on the edge of the bed, he turned to her. “I want every orgasm you have from now on to be the best you’ve ever had, but yes, little girl—I meant it. I rarely say anything that I don’t mean.”
“Oh.” She pressed her lips into a hard line, avoiding his eyes.
“And I think you knew full well that I did.” Inching closer to her, he reached for her chin, insisting she meet his gaze. They hadn’t made any explicit vows to one another, but after last night, he might have expected her to think twice before she masturbated in his bed without him. He’d told her that he was on his way and she could have waited for him to play. She should have waited…
“I think you chose to play with your pussy even though I told you that your pleasure was mine. Or perhaps, in spite of it.”
“No, sir.” Her response was immediate. “It wasn’t like that.”
“You’re sure,” he pressed, examining the glimmer of unspoken emotion in her delightful gaze as he held her face steady.
He was certain that he’d never met a woman as magnificent, let alone had the opportunity to reprimand her. All of his Christmases were coming at once—which was more than Rebecca would be for the foreseeable future.
“Yes, sir.” She squirmed beside him. “I didn’t do it to spite you. I just missed you, and…” Once again, her explanation dried up.
“And you couldn’t wait?” A flicker of hurt echoed in his words, enough to convey how her actions had made him feel.
“It sounds bad when you say it that way.” Her brow creased.
“Oh, it is bad, little girl.” Leaning forward, he kissed her tempting lips. “And you’re about to discover why.”
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Rebecca
Bad? What was that supposed to mean? Was he truly planning to punish her for playing with herself while he was absent? Pulling in a steadying breath, she couldn’t even decide how she felt about the prospect. The look in Sebastian’s eyes cautioned her not to push him, but Rebecca was only human, and years of Monroe conditioning had trained her to instinctively defy authority. The idea of penance sounded ridiculously sexy in her head, but last night’s spanking had shown her just how brutal the reality could be. She wasn’t going to allow him to punish her. She hadn’t done anything wrong.
“What does that mean, sir?” There. She had asked, but she had done so respectfully.
“It means there are consequences.”
His smirk should have irked her, but for some reason, it only intensified the passion pooling at her core. Rebecca had been moments away from release when he’d burst into the room and while her ardor had cooled, her desire still simmered close to boiling point. She wondered if she could goad him into sex. His enormous cock might be all she needed to detonate the time bomb ticking inside.
“What sort of consequences?” she asked, watching his expression as he inched ever closer to her.
If what he really meant was the kind of consequences that saw him relighting her fuse and pounding her to explosion, then she was definitely game.
“Rebecca.” His voice was low as the hand that had steadied her chin stroked her flaming cheek. “I realize this is unproven ground, that we only have a limited history, and you only agreed to submit last night, but I thought we had reached a mutually satisfying consensus.”
“We did,” she murmured, hypnotized by his mesmerizing eyes. They were the color of the deepest ocean; she could just imagine diving into their depths and never returning.
“I’m happy you agree.” His fingertips caressed the strands away from her face. “Because I thought I’d made my feelings about your orgasms clear, and that you’d concurred with the sentiment.”
Only to halt the incessant whir of the vibrator.
The answer was right there on the tip of her tongue, but she held it back, sensing what her stark honesty might earn her. She didn’t want to lie to Sebastian, but experience with men had taught her that it was worth considering how to phrase her explanations.
“Like I mentioned,” she started. “I thought you only said those things in the heat of passion.” Searching those deep blue pools, she tried to decide how her words were being received. “I didn’t know they stood beyond last night.”
She clenched her pussy at the half truth. The shell of her argument was valid, but in truth, she had suspected how her impending pleasure would look to Sebastian. The real honesty was that she had only half-cared about his reaction and had assumed that she would have peaked and had time to compose herself before he wandered through the door. His timing had been premature. He was never supposed to know about her private dalliance.
“Is that right?” His tone was skeptical.
“Yes, sir,” she squeaked, both perturbed and horrendously aroused at her show of submission.
She wanted to put Sebastian in his place, to let him know in no uncertain terms that he had no right over her body or her orgasms. She had absolutely had enough of men who sought to control and manipulate her. But she also understood that wasn’t Sebastian’s aim. Even after only a few hours together, she sensed what a caring and respectful man he was—nothing like her own family. Nothing that should disturb her.
Desire incited her choices, reminding her that her body’s need was still unresolved, and that Sebastian could handle the task with ease. The more he sat there with his arched eyebrow and commanding tone, the more her craving simmered hotter and the simpler her decision became.