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  I try to ignore what my body is literally screaming me at to do, but it’s difficult. However, I think I do a good job of paying attention to Sebastian. That’s an even more difficult task in itself. He commands the room, even if he does own the place. It’s just him, and how he carries himself. It’s a very attractive quality, and it’s something that caught my attention, the first time I laid eyes on him.

  As I set my wine glass back down onto the table, I assume he’ll switch our glasses, like he normally does. Instead, I can only watch, as he fills my wine glass, and then takes a drink from his own. The conversation between us has gone silent, but I don’t mind. It gives me a chance to think about his certain quirk. This is the first time he hasn’t taken my glass, after I’ve taken a drink from it. Could it be because he bought the bottle of wine himself, and then uncorked it?

  The more I think about it, the more it starts to make sense. Maybe, he only trusts himself, when it comes to drinks or food? Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve seen him eat in front of me. Does he have some sort of phobia, when it comes to eating and drinking out of his control?

  I start to ask, but then think better of it. Who am I to judge him for doing something that makes him comfortable? Instead of badgering him with questions, I take another drink of the sweet wine, wondering what he has in store for me after dinner.

  Honestly, it could be anything, and the thought excites me further. Will he tie me up again? Spank me? Maybe, he’ll do something completely different. Whatever it’ll be, I know I’m ready for it. My face flames, as I continue to imagine all the dirty things I want him to do to me. I even have to cross my legs and squeeze, as my pussy begins to throb just picturing it.

  Sensing Sebastian gazing at me, I turn towards him, and I have to suck in a deep breath. Fuck me. That look is everything and more. When he looks at me that way, it sends delicious tingles down my spine, and it makes me feel so desired. How long has he been staring at me like that?

  Glancing away, I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, as I attempt to get a handle over my emotions. The last thing I want is to jump the gun. I’ve learned very quickly not to rush him at anything.

  Once I have a better grip over myself, I down the rest of my wine, and then ask, “Finished?”

  He only gives me a nod, so too busy myself, I jump up and begin to gather the dishes. “I’ll clean, since you cooked. It’s only fair.”

  Sebastian doesn’t try to stop me, but I do get a smirk in response. As I walk towards the sink, I sense his gaze on me. The entire time I clean up his gaze is there, reminding me he’s the one in control. By the time I’m almost done, I’m panting, craving him more than before.

  Leaning down to shut the dishwasher, I hear him walk up behind me. As I stand back upright, I don’t turn around just yet. I wait for his command, hoping he doesn’t make me beg for it.

  “Keep your hands on the counter,” he roughly demands, and I hold on as tight as possible. My breath hitches, as he moves my hair off of my neck, and then tenderly places a kiss on it. “How bad does your pussy want attention, milyy pitomets?”

  The second his question is out, lust slams through me, and it even makes me sway. “Very bad, sir,” I answer, breathlessly.

  “Good. Now, your lesson can really begin.”

  What. The. Fuck?

  There’s more to learn about control? Jesus, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle this. I already feel, as if I’m going to combust into flames without his touch, and now, I’m learning this is only the beginning?

  As if he can feel my hesitation, he claims, “Don’t worry, milyy pitomets.” Using one hand, he slowly slides down a strap from my dress, as the other moves under it. His hand that’s under my dress, slowly travels up, as he states, “I promise you’ll enjoy every minute of your lesson.”

  Letting out a moan, as he begins to kiss my neck, his left hand moves closer and closer to my throbbing core. His right hand frees my breast, caressing it, before pinching my nipple. The pleasure from the sting sends a jolt straight to my pussy, and my stomach clenches, wishing for more.

  I can’t do anything, but sink back into him, as he makes me take in all the sensations. It’s so much at one time, but not enough, and he doesn’t let up. The constant kissing, caressing of my breast, and then the pinching of my nipple doesn’t stop. At the same time, his left hand is constantly teasing me. My grip on the counter tightens even more, as I try to stay still and let him have his way with me.

  Just as he grazes my clit, I bite my lip, and then cry out, as he pinches my nipple hard and bites my shoulder at the same time. “Sebastian, please. God, please,” I beg.

  His sweet torture is making me want to do or say anything to get him to relieve some of this ache, but he just keeps doing what he’s doing. Over and over, he barely touches my swollen clit, as he continues to play with my breasts. At some point, he has to give me something more, right? Oh, God. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. The orgasm growing is starting to become painful, and each time he touches my clit, I wonder if it’ll be the touch that sends me over the edge.

  “Don’t you dare come,” he barks in my ear, as he slowly begins to rub my clit. I sigh in relief, loving that I’m finally getting the touch I’ve been seeking, and it’s a fight not to instantly let myself come. He’s not making it easy at all, and I bite the inside of my cheek, holding off on letting go.

  “Fuck, please. I can’t, Sebastian,” I plead once more.

  But again, my cries are ignored. “Trust me, milyy pitomets. Wait for my command.”

  I answer with a loud moan, as he slides two fingers inside of me. The pleasure of being filled is astounding, but I try not to focus solely on how good it feels. If I do, I’ll end up displeasing him, and I really want to hear pride in his voice, when he finally gives me permission to come.

  It seems he’s determined to either show me how well he can fuck me with his fingers, or he’s trying to get me to come, before he’ll allow it. Either way, he’s relentless with those skillful fingers, and the harder he fucks me with them, the harder it’s becoming to hold back my looming orgasm. Not to mention, he has yet to stop from alternating between caressing my breasts, and then pinching my nipples.

  “Blyad’, your pussy feels good on my fingers,” he claims huskily. My stomach clenches, hearing the lust in his words. I know he’s just as affected as I am. This whole time I’ve felt his hard cock against my ass, and now, his breath is starting to come out quicker, too. “You’re such a good little pet, letting me fuck you how I want.”

  “Fuck,” I cry out, clenching my jaw, as I push down the urge to come just by hearing his dirty talk. “Please, sir. May I come?”

  His answer is to thrust so deep that I jerk with the motion. He does it again and once more, before I close my eyes, getting lost in the pleasure. With my head falling back onto his chest, he takes the opportunity to grab my chin, turning me towards his mouth. I open for him willingly, as he devours me not only with this fingers, but with is tongue, too. His kiss mirrors his fingers, and with each dip of his tongue, his fingers thrust deep inside of me.

  Just as I think he’s going to let me come, his phone begins to ring.

  “Goddamn it,” he barks, and I groan in protest, as he pulls away from my mouth, and then answers his phone. He doesn’t bother to remove those skillful fingers. Instead, he stills for a few seconds, and then wiggles them back and forth, as he talks on the phone.

  “This better be an emergency,” he claims to whoever is on the other line. I don’t hear what the person says, but I can tell by the look on his face that the news isn’t good. “Have the police been notified?” As soon as he says those words, he pulls his fingers out of me, stepping away.

  I lean forward, needing the counter to keep me upright. Fucking hell. I was so close to reaching my orgasm, but I know something bad has happened. Fear rushes through me, and I hope it’s nothing to do with Ava and Viktor.

  Turning towards Sebastian
, he says, “I’ll be there soon. Don’t do anything else, until I arrive.”

  Once he hangs up, I ask, “Is everything alright?” I won’t lie, fear has a tight hold on my throat, and my desire has taken a backseat. God, I don’t know what I’ll do if something has happened to Ava or one of her sweet babies.

  “It’s fine. Just a … situation at Sensuality. Come, we’re going there to take care of this.”

  Nodding, I follow beside him, hoping that nothing bad happened. But with the way the air around us is full of tension, I know he’s angry. It’s written all over his face as well, and even more so, as we get inside of his car.

  Whatever went down at his club, he’s going to handle it, and I really feel sorry for whoever interrupted us.

  Walking into Sensuality, I’m hit with thick sexual tension. The music playing loudly steals my breath, but I walk inside, as if I’m being called home.

  As soon as we arrive, Sebastian excuses himself, telling me to wait for him at the bar. I quickly do just that, needing something extra strong to keep my desire in check. I don’t even glance around the room, until I have a drink in my hand.

  Sitting down on a bar stool, I take a long drink of the alcohol, hoping Sebastian returns soon. I also hope he takes me back into a room, too. The last time I was here, I never thought all of this would happen. Lusting after him, was just something I did, and who knew coming here with Kendra, would lead to me being right back here, waiting for the same man.

  After a few more sips of the drink, I turn on the stool, finally gaining the courage and control to look around. Just like last time, the place is full of bodies, mostly naked ones. The dancers on stage are performing a different routine than the last time I was here, but couples and even threesomes litter the tables, couches, and one couple is even on the floor.

  Turning back around, I keep my gaze on all the bottles of liquor behind the bar. Watching everyone fuck or tease each other, is not something I can deal with. Not only am I so turned on from Sebastian, but just being here makes it even worse than before. I down my drink, and then signal for another one. I’ve got to distract myself from sex. I’m half tempted to give myself relief without Sebastian, but I’m pretty sure that will earn me a harsh punishment.

  I don’t think I’m ready to test him with that just yet.

  I’m not sure how long he’s been handling business, but he finally finds me, once I get my fourth drink. I know he’s there, before he fully reaches me. It’s weird how I feel him, and a sense of being watched, washes over me. As I turn my head, I lock gazes with him, as he makes his way towards me. His eyes snap to the drink in my hand, and I wonder if he’s upset I’ve been drinking.

  “How many have you had?”

  Placing the drink onto the bar, I answer him with a glare. “Four.” He tilts his head, letting out a heavy sigh. Rolling my eyes, I state, “I’m far from drunk, Sebastian.”

  “Good. I don’t fuck drunk women,” he snaps back with a smirk.

  Oh, so that’s why he had an attitude. He didn’t want me to be wasted, because he wants to fuck me. At least, that’s what I’m hoping for. Jesus, at this point, I’m ready to drop to my knees right here for him, and then beg for it.

  My breath hitches, as my nipples harden, when he leans in close to whisper, “Come, I’ve got more teaching to do.”

  Swallowing hard, I nod, and then take his outstretched hand. As he leads me out of the main floor, I glance back one last time and grin. I realize really fast that I didn’t want to watch everyone around me, because Sebastian wasn’t there with me. Now that he is, I’m giddy with excitement.

  I follow behind him right on his heels. We pass by the first hall of rooms, making our way through the double doors, leading to the other part of the club. As we near the last room on the hall, my heart races, wondering what else he could have in store for me tonight. How much more can he teach me, before he finally gives in and gives me what I want?

  So lost in my thoughts, I almost run into Sebastian’s back, as he stops to speak to the body guard, standing outside the room. They say a few words, before Sebastian nods, and then leads me inside. It takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust, once the lights come on, and a sense of ease washes through me. It’s strange to feel at home in a room made just for fucking, but the calm is there, flowing through me, mixing with anticipation.

  This room is just like the one I visited before, only it’s larger and has a bench on the other side. Getting a quick glance at it, I notice the straps and wonder if I’ll find out what its use is for. Again, I get lost in my head, thinking about all the dirty and sinful things Sebastian can and probably will do to me in this room.

  I can’t wait to find out.

  Hearing the door shut, I swallow hard, sensing him watching me. I stand still, and clench my hands at my sides, as I resist the urge to turn around. Now that we’re in this room, I get the feeling that he won’t be as open to letting me break the submissive roll. Here, in this room, I’m to be the perfect sub for him.

  As much as my mind wants to disobey, I keep my gaze down, and my shoulders straight, as he approaches. He takes his time, walking around me, but I don’t mind. It gives me a moment to settle my racing heart, and also, to remind myself not to get ahead of him. That seems to be my biggest problem with this whole submissive role. I want to submit, but my mind reacts, before my training kicks in. Thankfully, Sebastian is a patient teacher, willing to show me how he wants me to be for him.

  “Take off the dress, but leave on your heels,” he demands, and I close my eyes, loving how his commanding voice sends a rush of desire throughout my entire body.

  I quickly do, as he orders, and my body breaks out in goosebumps, as the silky material falls down onto the floor, pooling at my feet. It’s not because the room is cold. It’s because I’m sure his gaze is on me, even if I can’t turn around to know for sure.

  He doesn’t utter a single command for a few moments, and every second that goes by, my heart pounds faster and faster in my chest. It’s from not knowing what he’s doing, or what he’s going to do. The unknown can be exciting and thrilling, and the longer he makes me wait, the more I crave the feeling that goes with it.

  Letting out a deep sigh, as he runs a single finger down my back, he states, “I love how responsive you are with every touch.” He pauses, as that finger travels down lower. “Your body reacts immediately.”

  He begins to add more fingers, until both hands are touching and caressing me. They move everywhere, and the tender touch just makes me want more. “You’ve done so well tonight,” he whispers in my ear, right before reaching around towards my breasts. “I think you deserve a reward.” I suck in a breath, as he pinches both of my nipples, but then sigh, as he continues to stoke my body.

  Just as I get used to the sensations, he stops and steps away. I almost falter, but I clench my jaw, knowing he’s testing me. I must pass, as he moves in front of me, and he uses his fingers to lift my chin up. Even still, I don’t attempt to gaze at those intense eyes.

  “You may look at me, Trixie.”

  With permission, I do, and my stomach clenches. God, I’ve never seen such hunger in a man’s gaze before. I lick my lips, as need washes through me.

  “Hold out your hands.” I instinctively do so, and he is quick to bind my hands. Once he’s happy with his knot, he leads me towards the king size bed in the middle of the room.

  He guides me onto the bed, and then gently helps me get into the position he wants. I’m facing towards the headboard on all fours. I smirk, thinking he must really like me being in this position. As I get comfortable, I hear rustling, and feel the bed dip behind me. Suddenly, I crave his hands on me again. Mostly, I crave the sting of his hand on my ass.

  To my surprise, neither come. Instead, he lays down, so that his head is right under my instantly throbbing pussy. “It’s time for your reward,” he claims, and then his tongue is on me. I cry out, as his tongue licks and flicks my clit without warning.

 
The pleasure is so intense, especially since I was already desperate for a release. With each of his hands tightly around my thighs, I rotate my hips, letting the sensations wash through me, and he isn’t teasing me at all. He works me over fast and hard, as if he wants me to come almost immediately. But I fight against the urge to come already. I’m a fast learner, so the more I hold off, the better my reward will be.

  Losing myself in the pleasure, I moan, as I grind against his tongue. God, it feels so fucking good, and I don’t think anything of it at first, when I feel one of his hands moving towards my ass.

  Crying out once more, he pulls away, only to slowly dip two fingers inside of me. All the while, his other hand slowly makes its way closer to my asshole. I tense for a moment, once he reaches it, and then swallow hard, as he asks, “Has anyone ever fucked you here before?”

  Shaking my head, I find I’ve lost my voice. But a quick smack to my ass, lets me know he wants to hear my answer. “No, sir,” I say breathlessly.

  He fingers me, as he begins to rub my hole with his other fingers. Forbidden desire pulses through me, and I’m shocked that I want to find out how it would feel. “You want to be fucked in the ass, don’t you?” My answer is a moan, because the constant sensations are almost overwhelming, but at the same time, I want more.

  “Please, sir,” I beg, mindlessly drowning in lust and desire.

  I don’t get an answer, instead he goes back to using his tongue on my clit, all the while using his skillful fingers to fuck me. So far gone in all the pleasure he’s giving me, I don’t think anything about him massaging my asshole. I pay no mind to the fact it stops, only to start again, once his fingers are soaked from my essence.

  All I can think about is how good it feels to have him licking me, fucking me, and slowly sliding a finger inside of my ass. I even begin to rock back towards the slow penetration, wanting more and more of it. It’s so much pleasure at once, but at the same time, it’s not enough.

  But then, that single digit slides inside deeper.