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
