I want him.
I only want him.
Hearing the water bottle land into the trash, I snap my gaze up, and immediately suck in a breath. Sebastian’s entire body transforms in front of me, and I tense, instantly thinking I’ve done something wrong.
He doesn’t utter a single word, and instead, takes two steps forward. I back away from the intensity of the moment, and from his gaze as well. However, the more I retreat, the more he advances. Suddenly, I realize I’m backed into the counter with nowhere else to go, as he stops right in front of me.
God, those eyes hold mine, and I feel as if I can’t breathe or think straight, and I’m pretty sure my heart forgot how to beat right. Reaching behind me, I grasp the counter, needing something to keep me upright.
At first, I think his posture and hard gaze means he’s pissed at me, but then, I notice his thumping heartbeat in his neck. I notice his chest rising and falling just as quickly as mine is. Could he be just as ready for this as I am?
Before I can utter a single word, his hand is around my neck. It’s not to hurt me. No, this is for domination only. His grip isn’t hard, and it’s only to gain my attention. Every instinct inside of me is screaming to look away, but I have a feeling he wants my gaze on his. Fighting against my inner most demands, I hold strong, waiting for what he’ll do next.
“You’re so fucking impatient, Beatrice.” Frowning, I start to ask how he knows my real name, but he beats me to it. “Yes, I know your real name. Just like I know how you hate it.”
His hold around my neck tightens, and I can’t stop myself from closing my eyes. Feeling his body move closer, he’s a mere few inches away from my mouth, and I’ve never wanted someone to kiss me, as much as this moment.
“You just couldn’t wait, could you?”
“No,” I manage to breathe out.
His fingers pulse around my neck, and my eyes snap open, as he demands, “Give me the proper respect, Beatrice.”
“No, sir,” I quickly blurt out.
“I should punish you for making me lose control,” he harshly says, and I bite my tongue, holding back the urge to beg just for that. “That’s what you want though,” he states, as his other hand suddenly has a fist full of my hair.
He uses his new grip to tilt my head back, and I can’t stop the moan from slipping from my lips. My hold on the counter tightens, as I resist the urge to touch him, or to pull him to my mouth. Feeling his breath against my cheek, my pussy clenches with want and need. I want him so bad that I don’t know how much more I can hold back. It’s hard to stop myself from just wrapping my arms around his neck, and then beg him to fuck me senseless.
“I’m going to take whatever I want from you, and you’re going to let me.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groan out, but instantly regret it, since he completely leaves me. I even sway forward, not expecting him to stop already. Breathing in heavily, anger flows through me, thinking here he is yet again, toying with me.
But then, he says something I never thought he would.
“I want you on your knees, Beatrice.”
Swallowing down a harsh breath, I stand tall, and then walk into the living room. I don’t wait for any other direction from Sebastian, as I drop to my knees, taking the position Kendra has drilled into my mind. With my back straight, I place each hand on my thighs, making sure to keep my head lowered. My gaze stays on my hands, knowing he doesn’t want me to look at him. I’ll admit, I wish I could’ve gotten out of my dress first, since it’s hugging my thighs tightly, but I’ve waited for so long for this, that I really don’t care, if it rips, or that it’s sort of uncomfortable.
Sensing him behind me, I remind myself to breathe, even if it’s a difficult task. That and the fact that my entire body is full of anticipation. As his fingers finally touch my shoulder, I hold still, waiting for his next command.
“Kendra is a good teacher. I wondered if she could train you in enough time for what I expect of you.”
Biting my tongue, I hold back the question wanting to come out. What exactly is he expecting of me?
“Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon,” he quickly claims, as if he knew what I wanted to ask, and then his touch disappears. “There is one thing we need to discuss, before moving forward.”
Watching his shoes, he circles around me, and again, I hold back asking any questions. I know from all my lessons with Kendra that I’m not supposed to speak, unless he directly permits me to.
“I’ve approved your request to join Sensuality. You may visit the club any time you wish. However,” he stops, and I lose track of his feet. He must be behind me now, and that’s confirmed, as his hand grazes down my back. “There is one stipulation, before I do anything more tonight.”
His hand on my back slowly moves to my arm, and as he raises it, he claims, “You need a Dom, and I need a sub.”
My mind is oddly quiet, as he speaks, and even more so, as I feel something being placed around my wrist. “The only way we move forward tonight is for you to accept me, as your Dom. I want you to put your trust in me, and then allow me to take you to places you’ve only dreamed about. Let me be the
