As he directs me out of my dress, I watch with curious eyes, as he hangs up the delicate material, ever so careful, as not to get it wrinkled. It’s so like him to think of my dress, and it just reminds me how he’s always putting me first. It may be something small, but he doesn’t want me to walk back out there with a wrinkled dress.
Standing in my thong and a nude colored bra, my skin breaks out in goosebumps, as I watch him take off his tux jacket. He places it on top of my dress, and I lick my lips, when he untucks his white shirt. Next, he undoes the tie around his neck, and then I hold out my hands, knowing what he’s about to do.
There are certain requirements that he needs from me every time we’re together. I know he needs to tie my hands, either in front of me or behind. The other is he always takes me from behind. I’ve never once questioned him about it, because I know deep down, he needs to be in complete and utter control over me. What better way to do that, than to tie up one’s hands and fuck them from behind? I honestly don’t mind, because once I’m around him, I’m content with anything he’ll give me.
But he simply stares at me, as he tosses the tie to the side. I don’t have time to question what he’s up to, because he takes that moment to slowly unbutton his white dress shirt. Never once, does his gaze waver from mine, and it makes the moment between us sizzle with even more sexual tension.
We both know what’s coming.
Once he’s finished unbuttoning his shirt, he makes quick movements to take it off. I can’t seem to look away, as he does so. It seems as if I’m under some sort of trance, and it’s one that I don’t want to break. It gets even harder to look away, once I see his hard chest. My eyes take him in, as if I’ve never seen him shirtless before, but Sebastian is the perfect package.
Broad shoulders.
Defined abs.
Absolutely perfect.
Licking my lips, I have to remember to keep my hands to myself. As many times as we’ve been together, I’ve never once touched him, during sex. Come to think of it, there hasn’t been hardly any touching on my part, unless when we’re asleep. He’s never given me the opportunity, and an uncontrollable urge to run my hands all over him comes over me. I long to feel his warmth beneath my fingertips, and to feel the beat of his heart against my hands.
As he takes one step forward, I lift my gaze and instantly have to suck in a deep breath. It still shocks me at all the sensations that rush through me every single time that he looks at me that way. I know better than to think it’s more than just lust and desire, laced in his green eyes, but a part of me, hopes for more.
Sucking in another deep breath, Sebastian is suddenly hovering by my mouth, as one hand cups my cheek, while the other holds me close on my back. Still unsure of what to do with my hands, I make sure to keep them on the sink’s counter. I don’t dare move them, because I’m afraid of what might happen if I do.
And then, his mouth is on mine.
Every thought I had a second ago vanishes, as his taste and tongue dive deep inside my mouth, stealing my breath. He controls every piece of me, dominating me in the most delectable way possible. For the first time tonight, I relish these sensations. All of my burdens disappear, along with any thoughts of feeling worthless. Sebastian makes me feel so wanted and desired. With him, I feel cherished, like I’m the only important person in his life, and just experiencing those emotions with him, is powerful in itself.
As he tilts my head to the side, his hands move to mine. He doesn’t miss a beat with controlling my mouth with his own, but I do pull away, when I realize what he’s done with my hands. Blinking away my confusion, I find his gaze once more. He’s placed my hands on his chest, and it’s all the permission I need.
In this moment, I understand what he’s telling me, as I take the rare chance to run my hands up, and finally stop, once they’re around his neck. The movement places my breasts on his chest, and I lean in, seeking more of his addictive mouth. He doesn’t immediately give me what I crave, instead he brushes my hair back out of the way, and then cups my cheek. As our gaze locks, something changes drastically between us. It’s as if I know what he’s trying to tell me without words.
I know because I can sense it.
I feel it.
He may not love me, but there is more to us than just a Dom and a submissive relationship.
That one moment seems to stop time, as if nothing else in the world matters. It’s only him and me here, trying to tell each other something major, but without speaking the actual words. I take that very moment to slide my right hand down to his chest, resting right over his racing heart. I feel it pounding so hard in his chest, and I notice mine is beating just as fast.
And then, something inside both of us snaps.
Our mouths crash into each other, seeming unable to get there fast enough. He kisses me hard and fast, as if he can’t get enough. I return my kiss the
