“How about this,” Ella starts, turning towards the champagne. She grabs two glasses, and quickly fills them with the bubbly liquid. “Now, you have a reason to go over there,” she states, handing me the glasses.
“Thank you, Ella.”
“You’re welcome, honey. Now, go on and get your man.”
Letting out a laugh, I shake my head and do as I’m told. With a glass in each hand, I make my way over to Sebastian, hoping this isn’t a mistake. He never said I couldn’t talk to him, so I have to believe this is fine, right? I hate second guessing myself, and Kendra has told me so many times to stop doing it, during our lessons. I’ve learned so much from her, but I still struggle on this.
However, once I reach him, Kendra catches my gaze, and she smiles. Before Sebastian realizes I’m behind him, Kendra pulls Weston away from their conversation, making up some excuse that I missed, since I’m distracted by the man in front of me. How can a man’s neck be sexy? How come I’ve never noticed the back of his neck before?
Shaking myself out of my daze, I ask, “Would you like a drink?”
Sebastian quickly turns around, and for a split second, I fear I’ve made a mistake. Seeing his wide eyes, I realize that I’ve startled him, even if I didn’t mean to. He recovers quickly, taking a glass from my hand. Those green eyes take me in, as we stand inches apart, and I wonder what he thinks of the lavender, thin strapped dress Ava picked out for me. It’s long, touching my feet, and has a V neck in the front and back. It’s simple, but elegant, and it’s one I would’ve picked for myself.
Taking a drink of the champagne, I hold Sebastian’s gaze, wondering what he’s thinking. I can never tell what’s going through his mind, but I have a sense he’s a puzzle just waiting to be solved. Licking my lips, my face warms, seeing his green eyes dilate. He doesn’t say a word, as his eyes wonder down my body, and I stand still, as he does so. Something is telling me not to move, and I have to think it’s the submissive in me, trying to please her master.
Even if he’s not mine.
Before I can take another drink of my champagne, Sebastian switches our glasses. His green gaze never leaves mine, as he takes a drink, making sure to put his lips on the lipstick stain on my glass. My mouth opens to suck in a breath, because I’m suddenly breathless. Why is it that everything he does is so fucking sexy and alluring? He slowly lowers the glass from his lips, but my eyes can’t seem to look anywhere else. What would those lips feel like on mine or on my body?
Clenching my jaw, I force myself to look away, before I get lost. I told him I would wait for him, but for the past month, I’ve realized it’s harder to wait for something and not know what it is. Am I waiting for him, or am I waiting for something else entirely? I wish I knew, and the longer he makes me wait, the more frustrated I become. Kendra has even picked up on it, during the times she teaches me how to be the perfect sub.
I need a Dom.
I need a release, other than from my own hand or toys.
“Have you given my request to become a member of Sensuality any thought?” I ask softly. I don’t know if anyone else knows he’s the owner of a sex club, and I don’t think it’ll be such a good idea, if everyone found out at Ava and Viktor’s wedding.
“I have,” he states, taking another drink of champagne.
“And?”
Fuck, those green eyes stare at me, as if he’s trying to read my mind. Before he answers me, my strap falls off my shoulder. I begin to fix it, but I stop, as Sebastian reaches a hand towards me. I hold a breath, as his fingers graze my skin ever so softly. He slowly pulls up the strap, putting it back in place.
But his touch doesn’t stop.
With my heart hammering in my chest, I watch him, as his fingertips make their way to my collar bone, and then reaching my neck. His gaze is watching his every move, as if he can’t seem to look away. Goosebumps appear all over my body, as my stomach clenches with want. Fuck. Closing my eyes for a moment, I relish his touch, and how much I want those fingers, tracing anywhere he wants to place them. I want to drop to my knees, and silently beg him to do whatever he wants with me.
With just one touch, I’m willing to give up complete control over my body and give it to him.
His fingers finally stop, once they reach my chin. Knowing he wants my gaze on him, I give him what he wants, opening my eyes and looking right at him. “Later.”
With just one word, I remember where we are, and that we’re surrounded by people. Like a bucket of ice-cold water is being poured on me, I step back, nodding, as I do so. Turning away from him, I walk towards the kitchen, placing the glass Sebastian switched on the counter. Reminding myself to breathe, I smile, as I pass by the guests, trying not to run outside.
Finally making it outside, I stand out on the front porch, wondering how in the hell I let all that happen. Yes, I wanted it, but this is Ava and Viktor’s time. Yet, here I am, getting lost in lust with a man that loves to play me, like a violin.
Hearing footsteps, I half wonder if it’s Sebastian, coming to talk to me. But it’s Kendra, with an expression that worries me. “Are you alright?”
Nodding, I ask, “You saw?”
“It would take a blind man to miss that.”
Gazing out towards the road, I
