“Don’t worry about it, Jules,” I replied, removing her arms from around my neck and walking towards the office to deposit my bill in my desk drawer. She followed.
“Do you know when the last time you called me Babygirl was, Sebby?”
“What?” I asked looking up. I guess I hadn’t thought about it.
“You heard me. You never call me Babygirl anymore. What’s going on, Sebby?”
“Nothing is going on, BABYGIRL,” I sarcastically replied.
“Okay, then let’s do it. When was the last time we made love, Sebastian?” She asked, closing and locking the door. I wasn’t sure how to react. A few months back I would have already had her clothes off by now.
“Stop taking your clothes off, Julia,” I demanded. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, diving her tongue into my mouth.
“Make love to me Sebby, please,” she begged.
Fuck. I kissed her back and undressed her. “Bend over, Baby,” I coaxed, turning her to the desk. That I noticed, whether she did or not, I didn’t know. I had been turning her away from me while we had sex for months now. I couldn’t look at her while we were intimate anymore. We never made love in the shower or in bed, and she was the one to always initiate it. I couldn’t help it. I thought about making love to one person, seeing her beautiful face, listening to her contagious laugh, and having her warm skin in my arms.
That was our life. We seemed to go our separate ways more times than not. I worked late, she worked late, and we communicated via text to know which one of us was picking up our son. I hated the way things had seemed to go at home. I guess it was to be expected, at least Christian was oblivious and was a normal happy little boy. We both did do our best to make sure of that.
I didn’t think I was the only one turning away from our marriage, she seemed to be too. After we finished I helped her get dressed.
“Sebby, I’m not going to be in town this weekend I have to fly out to New York to meet with a potential client. I know it’s really last minute.”
My mind instantly went to Ysabelle and being with her all weekend.
“Mom and dad have been asking for weeks to have Christian, do you mind if they stayed with him? It would give you some time to yourself.”
“No I don’t mind, I’ll spend time with him on Friday before I drop him off. When will you be back?”
“Sunday night. I’ll miss you. I wish I didn’t have to go.” She sighed, putting her arms around me.
“I’ll miss you, too.” I reassured.
The last few months I had been spending any spare chance I could get with Ysabelle. I was in deep and just getting in deeper. I had even started paying Madam for time when I wasn’t with her, because I couldn’t stand the thought of her being with another man. I knew that was such a double fucking standard, nonetheless I was doing it.
I was thankful that Julia and I always had separate bank accounts, we had our bills that came out our mutual account, a saving account, and then money that we each had for personal use. Both our parents had done it like that, and we just seemed to follow in those footsteps.
The more time I spent with Ysabelle the more emotionally invested I became with her, she was all I thought about. When I was her I didn’t want to leave, and when I wasn’t I wanted to be. It became an even more fucked up situation if that was even possible. I lived for the moments that we were together and that was enough to get me through the day.
*Y*
Sebastian was due to our room in about a half an hour and I had a huge surprise for him. I didn’t know if he would go for it. I loved pushing boundaries and this was just another one for me to push.
He arrived pretty late, because he was spending time with his son before dropping him off at his grandparents for the weekend. He said I had him the entire weekend, I didn’t ask how because I didn’t want to know.
I had dressed in a nude form fitting high wasted skirt, with a plum crop top, and nude ankle pumps. I left my hair curly which I seemed to do now, and went heavy on the eye makeup with blush and vanilla lip-gloss, because it was Sebastian’s favorite.
Yes…I had turned into one of those girls.
I was sipping some champagne when the door opened, his face said it all before he dropped his bag to the ground and rushed over to me; picking me off the ground and spinning me around.
“God…I have been waiting all day for this.” He celebrated.
“You just saw me two days ago.” I reminded, secretly I was waiting too.
“I know it was two days too many. You look fucking amazing Baby. Give me those lips.” He pouted, before kissing me like he hadn’t just seen me two days ago.
He groaned as I pulled away from him “you need to stop that, or we won’t leave this room and I have other plans for us. Besides, I look all pretty.” I said twirling in a circle for him.
“No you look gorgeous.” He argued.
“Charmer…go get ready, I have surprises and presents.” I slapped his ass to get him to move. He kissed me one more time before leaving, he came back twenty minutes later looking fucking sexy with wet messy hair, jeans, and a dark blue button down shirt I had bought him.
“You look handsome.”
“That’s because, my girl picked this shirt out for me. Now come here so I can thank her.” I squirmed out of his embrace and he sat me on the edge of the table kissing all over my neck.
“Do you want your present and surprise?” I teased.
“Does it involve you being naked because, then yes.”
“Sebastian!” I said playfully, pushing him away.
“Alright, let me see it.”
“Close your eyes.” He did and I kissed his nose and then his lips. I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to make sure he would close his eyes if I asked him to.
He laughed. “Is this my surprise?”
“Nope! Open your eyes.”
He did and looked at me confused.
“I just wanted you to close your eyes. I don’t have the surprise yet, I need to ask you a question first.” I paused for a second, “Have you ever tried any drugs, Sebastian?”
“No…I mean I tried pot a couple of times.”
“So you’ve always been a good boy, until me?” I laughed, he didn’t.
“Awe! I’m just teasing you! I find it adorable that you’re such a good boy and that
I’m your vice. Honest. It’s enlightening. Sometimes in life it’s fun to try new things. Don’t you think?”
“Ysa…don’t talk about yourself like that. I don’t like it.” He harshly stated.
I smiled, batted my eyes, and kissed the tip of his nose. That seemed to bring the smile I looked forward to back on his face.
“What are you trying to get at, Ysabelle? You’re fishing for something.”
“Mmm hmm, maybe I am.” I walked towards my purse to grab the contents and I placed it in my closed fisted hand. I skipped my way over to the table and sat back down. I let my legs dangle off the side and waited for his reaction.
“What are you doing?” He questioned.
“Nothing, I want to show you my present, you have to close your eyes again and open your mouth.” He looked at me with trepidation. “Awe…come on…you’re hurting my feelings. Don’t you trust me?” I said, in the sweetest voice.
“Ysa, I don’t like these games. What’s in your hand?” He replied.
“Where’s the fun in that? I don’t want to tell you.”
“Why not?”
“Because, I know better.” I said, with the sweetest smile and he spread my legs to stand in the middle of them.
“You know I can get it out of you.” He reassured nibbling on my neck.
“I don’t know about that…besides I don’t want to tell you, now open.” I grabbed his chin and he jerked away.
“I’m not comfortable with this. You ask me if I’ve ever done drugs and now you want to stick something in my mouth. I’m not stupid.”
I sighed, “fine party pooper,” I op
ened my hand. “Sebastian meet Molly,” I placed my hands up in the air, “ta da! Surprise.” His eyebrows leaned in together and his mouth turned crooked.
“Not the reaction I was hoping for, Sebastian. Live a little would you. It will be fun, I promise!”
“I don’t know Ysa, I’m a father…and a hu-.” I knew what he was about to say before he even stopped himself.
“Isn’t it a little late to grow a conscience, I mean you’ve already been inside me.” I said with a grin in which he didn’t appreciate the sarcasm and walked away.
I shrugged my shoulders, “Fine. Don’t do it. More for me!” I jumped off the table and walked over to the fridge. As I grabbed a bottle of water he quickly took it out of my hand.
“Is this your way of trying to stop me? You know I can get more water right?” He groaned in response.
“What’s it going to do and how long does it last?” I smiled because I had won.
“That’s a very good question and it’s a great coincidence that you don’t have to worry about that, because we have all weekend together. As far as what it’s going to feel like. Hmm…” I said as I kissed his lips. “It’s going to feel mother fucking amazing Baby, it’s just a little ecstasy. Now open up.”
He opened his mouth and I placed it right on his tongue. He began opening the water bottle and I grabbed it out of his hands.
“Nah, I changed my mind. No water. Chew on it.”
“Ugh this tastes fucking awful, why am I chewing on this?” He mumbled.
“That’s a good sign it means they’re good. Chewing on it will make it hit you faster.” I took mine and started chewing, it did taste awful.
“Now that that’s out of the way, I reserved us a VIP. Dirty South is playing tonight.”
“We’re going to a club?”
“Of course, Silly Sally…you’re going to get the full on experience.” I stated walking away.
He grabbed my wrist, “How many times have you done this?”
I kissed his hand, “Too many to count. Stop fucking around let’s go.”
We walked out to the front of the building and I stood back waiting for my next surprise to arrive. A red Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport drove up.
“Here you go, Ms. Telle,” said the valet.
I handed Sebastian the keys “This is my next surprise for the night.”
His eyes widened “Where did this come from?”
“I have friends in high places Sebastian, people like me.” I beamed, walking over to the passenger seat and getting in. I put on my seat belt as Sebastian got in, he closed the door and turned to me.
“What do you mean by that?” He speculated.
“Sebastian, Madam owns this car I borrowed it. What are you worrying about?”
He grabbed my face and kissed me as if he was branding me, “you’re my girl” he reminded, I grinned and smiled.
He put the keys in the ignition and floored the gas making her purr to feel the rumbling in the seats.
Turning back towards me, he arched an eyebrow, “my name is Vanwell, Sebastian Vanwell.” He stated while stepping on the gas.
I laughed so hard, loving the fact that he was enjoying his surprise.
We arrived at the entrance and were immediately let in without having to wait in the 200 plus deep line. The hostess escorted us to our table right by the stage and our water bottles, Grey Goose, and mixers were being chilled on the table. These top tables were usually reserved for celebrities. Madam owned this town.
It was almost midnight and Dirty South was about ready to come on. The opener was killing it with the beats and the melodies.
I took a deep breath and felt it instantly kick in, I looked back at Sebastian and saw that it had hit him too.
S
I knew I should have been thinking about my family when I willingly opened my mouth for something I would have never thought about doing before. I didn't. That's the effect that Ysabelle had on me. That girl could talk me into just about anything and for the life of me, I didn’t understand why. All she had to do was look at me and I would give her anything.
Ysabelle appeared to know everyone in the club. Random people kept coming up to her to say hello. My girl looked amazing with her outfit, my girl looked amazing anytime, she was drop dead gorgeous and I was a lucky son of a bitch to have her by my side.
She looked back over at me and her eyes were bright and shinning, her pupils were immensely dilated and it made them even bigger, even livelier. I felt the urge to take a deep breath and when I did my whole body tingled, I felt like my nerve endings were alive.
Ysabelle came closer to me, close enough that our noses were almost touching.
“Want to see why people do this together Love, look into my eyes, and tell me what you see?” She panted.
I had looked into her eyes hundreds of times, this was the first time I saw the world. I saw life, love, happiness, purity, pleasure, joy, every fucking emotion rolled into one looking into her eyes. Our connection was alive and all around us, I could touch it, taste it, feel it, it was everywhere. She smiled at me and I swear it lit up the entire room, when she kissed me I could taste life in her lips, like I was put on this earth to only kiss those lips.
“I have been waiting for you all my life, Ysa.” I passionately said, knowing that she was all and everything. When she moved away from me to talk to someone who came over to her, I felt like she took my soul with her. The saints of the Divine Love had spoken it and there was an openness of care and adoration, and I was privileged and blessed to be around it. My whole body was experiencing euphoria and the world was at my fingertips, I was standing in the presence of God, and knowing I was loved without reservation.
I took in my surroundings the bright lights and lasers were fucking with my vision, which made my eyes jumpy. The lights formed halos around them and tracers would follow when they moved.
Ysabelle handed me a piece of gum, “you’re clenching your teeth love, chew this; it will make it better.”
The mint from the gum was an explosion in my mouth, it was as if my lungs were alive.
Ysabelle laughed and smiled at me “you should see your face right now; you have a perma-grin.”
“You’re an angel, aren’t you?”
She laughed again and it made me feel carefree, I hadn’t remembered feeling like that since I was a small child, absolutely in the moment, able to feel, experience, and share everything she was offering without fear or hesitation. It is the most perfect moment of the most perfect day of my life.
I had so much energy that I wanted to move. I grabbed Ysabelle and leaned her against the balcony while I stood behind her; she swayed her body to beat of the music. My world was spinning, all the colors and movements felt like a rainbow, everything became faster and faster.
With the music from the D.J. and the lights pulsing all around us it seemed like everything was vibrant and throbbing, the world had become the most beautiful place I had ever seen. I had heard this music before and never cared for it, now it felt like we were one. Every beat, every drop, I was right there with it. I closed my eyes and just felt it all around me, beating into my veins and blood.
It was perfect, synthesized chords that were cutting into my soul, pulling and aching pleasure from inside me. I hadn’t noticed that my hands were all over Ysabelle’s skin. She felt hot. I could feel the goose bumps and sensations coursing through her and it made our connection even stronger. It was as if we were one.
We danced and listened to the music for what seemed like minutes. I couldn’t believe it when Ysabelle turned around and said it was nearly 3 a.m., I felt like we had just got there. We left shortly after and decided to take a taxi back to the hotel; she said Madam would have someone pick up her car. The ride back was just as enjoyable. Walking out into the fresh air was a feeling like none other; it was exhilarating and blissful, even the leather seats felt surreal and the lights of the city felt like they were also thriving and agonizing. It was all so
animated, almost like watching a 3D movie. Ysabelle just kept looking at me giggling and being fucking adorable.
Once we got back to the hotel we changed into comfortable clothes, Ysabelle got us some water, and we sat on the loungers out on the balcony overlooking the stars and the moon. She laid on my chest, her back to my front, and rubbed her fingers back and forth on my arm, making me feel like I was on fire. The moon and stars felt like they were right near us, like we could touch them if we wanted to. The change of scenery was dreamlike; it was a wonderland just for Ysabelle and I.
I felt a sense of calm being there with her, she had no idea how much power she had over me. The realization that I barely knew anything about her had hit me out of nowhere and all at once. I wanted to know it all every last detail.
“Ysa…”
“Mmm hmm…”
“Tell me about your life? Tell me who you are?”
Y
The night had turned out better than I ever could have imagined. I had done mollies with men before, and never experienced anything even remotely close to what I had with Sebastian. Seeing him experience that for the first time was a memory I’ll take to the grave. I got to experience it as if it was the first time through his eyes. It was like watching a child take it’s first steps, or say it’s first words, like seeing him realize that there is so much more to this world if he would allow it.
I didn’t know what possessed me to want to do this with him. I knew the night would lead to conversation, which would lead to questions. The sure thing about Molly was honesty, you couldn’t lie if you wanted to. Maybe a part of me wanted him to know, and I knew the only way I could tell him was through a drug induced state that allows all your inhibitions to go out the door.
In that moment, being in his arms, looking out at the beauty of the world, I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted him to know me in and out. I was safe with him.
Without any hesitation, I answered. “Where do you want me to start?”
“I want you to start from the beginning, I want to know it all.”