“How many have you had?”
Placing the drink onto the bar, I answer him with a glare. “Four.” He tilts his head, letting out a heavy sigh. Rolling my eyes, I state, “I’m far from drunk, Sebastian.”
“Good. I don’t fuck drunk women,” he snaps back with a smirk.
Oh, so that’s why he had an attitude. He didn’t want me to be wasted, because he wants to fuck me. At least, that’s what I’m hoping for. Jesus, at this point, I’m ready to drop to my knees right here for him, and then beg for it.
My breath hitches, as my nipples harden, when he leans in close to whisper, “Come, I’ve got more teaching to do.”
Swallowing hard, I nod, and then take his outstretched hand. As he leads me out of the main floor, I glance back one last time and grin. I realize really fast that I didn’t want to watch everyone around me, because Sebastian wasn’t there with me. Now that he is, I’m giddy with excitement.
I follow behind him right on his heels. We pass by the first hall of rooms, making our way through the double doors, leading to the other part of the club. As we near the last room on the hall, my heart races, wondering what else he could have in store for me tonight. How much more can he teach me, before he finally gives in and gives me what I want?
So lost in my thoughts, I almost run into Sebastian’s back, as he stops to speak to the body guard, standing outside the room. They say a few words, before Sebastian nods, and then leads me inside. It takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust, once the lights come on, and a sense of ease washes through me. It’s strange to feel at home in a room made just for fucking, but the calm is there, flowing through me, mixing with anticipation.
This room is just like the one I visited before, only it’s larger and has a bench on the other side. Getting a quick glance at it, I notice the straps and wonder if I’ll find out what its use is for. Again, I get lost in my head, thinking about all the dirty and sinful things Sebastian can and probably will do to me in this room.
I can’t wait to find out.
Hearing the door shut, I swallow hard, sensing him watching me. I stand still, and clench my hands at my sides, as I resist the urge to turn around. Now that we’re in this room, I get the feeling that he won’t be as open to letting me break the submissive roll. Here, in this room, I’m to be the perfect sub for him.
As much as my mind wants to disobey, I keep my gaze down, and my shoulders straight, as he approaches. He takes his time, walking around me, but I don’t mind. It gives me a moment to settle my racing heart, and also, to remind myself not to get ahead of him. That seems to be my biggest problem with this whole submissive role. I want to submit, but my mind reacts, before my training kicks in. Thankfully, Sebastian is a patient teacher, willing to show me how he wants me to be for him.
“Take off the dress, but leave on your heels,” he demands, and I close my eyes, loving how his commanding voice sends a rush of desire throughout my entire body.
I quickly do, as he orders, and my body breaks out in goosebumps, as the silky material falls down onto the floor, pooling at my feet. It’s not because the room is cold. It’s because I’m sure his gaze is on me, even if I can’t turn around to know for sure.
He doesn’t utter a single command for a few moments, and every second that goes by, my heart pounds faster and faster in my chest. It’s from not knowing what he’s doing, or what he’s going to do. The unknown can be exciting and thrilling, and the longer he makes me wait, the more I crave the feeling that goes with it.
Letting out a deep sigh, as he runs a single finger down my back, he states, “I love how responsive you are with every touch.” He pauses, as that finger travels down lower. “Your body reacts immediately.”
He begins to add more fingers, until both hands are touching and caressing me. They move everywhere, and the tender touch just makes me want more. “You’ve done so well tonight,” he whispers in my ear, right before reaching around towards my breasts. “I think you deserve a reward.” I suck in a breath, as he pinches both of my nipples, but then sigh, as he continues to stoke my body.
Just as I get used to the sensations, he stops and steps away. I almost falter, but I clench my jaw, knowing he’s testing me. I must pass, as he moves in front of me, and he uses his fingers to lift my chin up. Even still, I don’t attempt to gaze at those intense eyes.
“You may look at me, Trixie.”
With permission, I do, and my stomach clenches. God, I’ve never seen such hunger in a man’s gaze before. I lick my lips, as need washes through me.
“Hold out your hands.” I instinctively do so, and he is quick to bind my hands. Once he’s happy with his knot, he leads me towards the king size bed in the middle of the room.
He guides me onto the bed, and then gently helps me get into the position he wants. I’m facing towards the headboard on all
