A gasp rushes out of me when he bites the swell of my breast, not hard enough to break the skin but enough that he’ll certainly leave a mark. Then he soothes the sting with his tongue, causing me to rock against him again as wetness floods my panties. “What do you want?” he asks, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“I want you,” I say. I thought that would have been obvious.
“Yes, Grace. But who’s in control? Because right now, all I want to do is fucking consume you.”
His words have my core clenching. The thought of him having me completely at his mercy is both frightening and exhilarating.What would he do to me?
“I… I want you to be in control,” I say.
Sebastian tugs my hair back so I’m looking up at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”God yes.
“If I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?”
When I don’t answer immediately, Sebastian tugs my hair a little harder. “Say it, Grace.”
“I understand,” I say, my breath rushing out of me when he releases the tension on my hair.
“Fuck, what did I do to deserve you?” he asks before slamming his lips to mine. His mouth sets me on fire as his tongue spears into my mouth, stealing any kind of answer from my lips. When he pulls back, I’m completely breathless.
His length is rock-hard beneath me, so when he tells me to stand, I hesitate, liking the feel of him against me. I jump when his palm comes down on my ass. Not exactly hard, but there’s a definite sting behind it.
“What did I say about doing what I tell you?” he asks, his rough and rich tone something I’ve only heard snippets of before. God, the sound of his voice alone has a throb starting between my legs.
“Do as you say,” I answer, my voice nearly breathless.
“Good. Now stand,” he says for the second time. I’m tempted to see what he’ll do if I disobey him again, but I decide not to push himyet.“On the bed,” he says, standing himself once I’m out of his lap. “Lay in the middle on your back and close your eyes,” he says as I climb onto the bed.
Sebastian walks away as I get into position. Blood rushes through my body as anticipation builds.What is he doing?A couple of minutes later, the bed dips. I’m about to open my eyes when his voice stops me.
“Keep them closed.”
The bed shifts as he moves closer to me until I feel him hovering right over me. “Do you trust me?” he asks, his breath hitting my lips.
“Yes,” I say without hesitation.
Sebastian kisses me, hard and fast, before pulling away from me. “Give me your hands.” His voice is further away like he’s sitting on his heels instead of hovering above me.
Slowly, I reach out my hands, holding them above my stomach. Sebastian clasps my wrists between one of his hands. A moment later, something silky drapes over my skin. Sebastian shifts my hands as he wraps whatever it is between my wrists. Panic starts to seep into me as the silk tightens on my wrists, pulling them together.
“Trust, Grace.” Sebastian kisses the fingers on each hand before raising my arms above my head. With a settling breath, I try to clear my mind and focus on the touch of the man I know without a doubt won’t hurt me. After a few more moments, his lips are back on mine. “If you pull hard enough, it will come undone,” he says, nipping at my bottom lip.
I pull lightly against the silk. My hands remain restrained above my head, and from the way I can’t move my arms much, Sebastian has obviously tied them to the headboard. Despite the sliver of panic I had when he was tying my wrists, I don’t pull hard enough to test his theory.
Fingers trail along my shoulders, pushing the straps of my lingerie down the sides of my arms—the sensation sending tingles all over my body. The fingers disappear only for cool air to hit my nipples when Sebastian pulls the triangle bralette under my breasts.
I keep my eyes closed, partly because Sebastian hasn’t told me I could open them and partly because it’s only heightening every single sensation. My back arches when his tongue flicks over my nipple, the silk ties tightening around my wrists. Sebastian drags his mouth down my stomach, between the split in my lingerie as his fingers hook into my underwear, sliding them off.
“Open,” he says, brushing his fingers over my lips. I do as he tells me and his fingers dip inside my mouth. “Suck. Get them nice and wet.”
A moan escapes me as I swirl my tongue around his fingers before sucking them hard between my lips. “Fuuuck, Grace,” Sebastian growls, pulling his hand away.
My breaths come harder and faster with every second, waiting for what he’ll do next. A whimper falls from my lips when he slides the fingers that were just in my mouth through my folds, followed by his mouth.
“Oh God, Sebastian.”
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he says.