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That made two of them.

“Good to meet you, Cherie.”

Ignoring Balthazar’s attempt at an apology, Sebastian nodded in her direction before turning and walking away. He had things on his mind and the matter of Rebecca’s pleasure to decide.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Rebecca

Pulling in an anxious breath, Rebecca’s attention flitted to her dresser drawer for the umpteenth time. Her bag packed and her devices fully charged, she had gotten what she had come for, and had already messaged Sebastian to let him know. Now, she was waiting. Waiting with the ever-present unease she always experienced when she was in the house, the sinister threat that her father could come bursting in and pop the bubble Sebastian had successfully created. He couldn’t of course, the lock on the door ensured her security, but it had never stopped Jonas from trying, and over the years he’d busted more than one door in the process.

To make matters all the more trying, she was still as horny as fuck, and even her disquiet was unable to quash her mushrooming carnal need.

“Oh, God,” she muttered, glancing back to the drawer that housed her collection of sex toys.

How long will it take to topple me over the edge?

Her nipples beaded at the giddying thought and, she concluded, based on how excited she was, the answer was not very fucking long. She could take care of the deed in minutes and still be insatiable for her sexy new sir. He need never know of her treachery.

“But I can’t.” She resented her sudden bout of honesty, but it was true.

Sebastian had made the terms of her penance clear, and she hadn’t objected to them. Well, that wasn’t true. She’d bemoaned the sentence and pleaded her case, but in the end, she’d accepted it, welcomed it in that perverse masochistic way she had come to acknowledge about herself. Normally, she begrudged the power that men had over her. She had learned to fear it. But Sebastian inspired a difference in her. Sitting on her double bed, she leaned into that feeling, recognizing how much she wanted to please him, craved his praise, and that meant obedience and above all, honesty.

“Fuck!”

Rising to her full height, she stamped her foot and walked to the window. Integrity was one thing, but Rebecca was more frustrated than she could ever remember being, and Sebastian knew it.

How much longer is he going to be? I might spontaneously combust before he arrives.

As if the man could read her thoughts, her phone burst into life, the caller identity confirming it was Sebastian. Accepting the call, she pressed one palm into the cool pane of glass.

“Sebastian?”

“Hey, beautiful.”

Instant relief washed over her at the sound of his voice.

“I’m about five minutes from you, so you have my permission to start walking.” His tone was wry, suggesting that he understood how ridiculous the statement sounded, and she was glad. After everything she had been through, ceding to any man was a challenge, but surrendering the way Sebastian wanted her to was doubly disconcerting. Yes, she wanted to be wrapped in his bubble of warmth and protection, but relinquishing control was still difficult. The trust she had to find was far deeper than an evening of playful spanking. It was inherent and deep-rooted. She had to truly believe that Sebastian wasn’t like Jonas, that he wouldn’t exploit her and wield his power without regard for her feelings. And even for a sexual submissive like Rebecca, that was testing.

“Why, thank you, sir.”

She played along regardless, not letting her insecurities show. She’d already revealed far too much to him and while she’d enjoyed the intimacy that the vulnerability created, it still left her exposed—a position she’d learned to avoid.

“I’ll leave now,” she promised.

“Okay.”

She heard the smile on his face and longed to see it for herself.

“See you in five minutes, little girl.”

Ending the call, she turned, stunned at how giddy she was after one brief telephone call.

I must really have it bad.

She giggled in acknowledgement. She did have it bad! Every moment away from Sebastian was an effort, and not only because he had intentionally left her so close to the edge. She could feel his power over her ballooning, and the oddest part about it was that she didn’t fear the shifting dynamic. She welcomed it.

Rebecca accepted they had lots to learn and discuss, feelings to share and trust to build, but strangely, none of that caused her concern. A primal part of her already believed in Sebastian, she must have done. He was the man she’d called when she’d run into the night alone and upset, and he’d also literally picked her from the ground when Oliver had left her crumpled in a heap. She recalled how much it had hurt when Sebastian had ghosted her after the Ritz-Carlton, but she had accepted his explanation and apology. He was a good man, an incredible lover, and infinitely able to protect her against whatever hellfire Jonas intended to rain down when he found out about their relationship. And he would. Rebecca didn’t doubt it.