“Viktor can wait,” I claim in a husky voice.
His eyebrow raises, before saying, “He can, but I have a better idea.”
“And what might this idea be?”
My breath picks up, as he leans in close, hovering inches away from my mouth, as he claims, “I want you naked, waiting in my bed, and soaking wet, when I return.” Using his hand, he ever so slightly brushes against my panties, tempting and teasing me at the same time. “I want you so needy for my cock, that when you see me, you’ll start begging to come, before I even touch you.”
“Fuck, Sebastian.”
“You’re not to touch yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I answer in a breathy tone.
He touches my pussy once again, as he says, “I won’t be long, so don’t think about breaking the rules.”
He steps back, and I have to suck in a deep breath to keep myself from begging him to fuck me now. As much as I want him now, I know if I wait, it’ll be so much better. Placing my hands in my lap, I fight the urge to reach for him again. I know he has an important meeting with Viktor about the new club they’re opening, but that still doesn’t make my craving ease at all.
Getting a handle over myself, I state, “I need to go back to my apartment today.” When he frowns, I feel the need to explain myself. “I’ve been here every day this week, and I need to grab a few things. Plus, I need to make sure everything is fine back at my place.” I don’t mind staying with him, but I don’t want him to think I’m purposely staying. The last thing I want is to push him into something he’s not ready for just yet.
As he nods, he glances down for a moment, seeming to consider something. “I’ll be back just as you want,” I add. I wouldn’t dare miss out on a night with him, especially knowing what will happen.
His gaze meets mine, and then he states, “Move in with me.” The command is so random that I think I misunderstood him at first, but then, he adds, “I want you to move in with me.”
I open my mouth to respond, but the words fail to come out. I’m guessing he takes it as my rejection, as he claims, “Forget it. You’re not ready.”
Hearing the sad tone in his voice, it pushes me to jump off the counter. “No, that’s not it,” I voice, taking his hand. “It’s just unexpected. I didn’t know you were ready for that. Are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean, it’s kind of a big deal.”
With his free hand, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, as he says, “I know, and I want you here with me. I like waking up next to you, and also having you here beside me at night. I know it’s sudden, but I want you here, Trixie.”
“So, you’ve thought about this?”
He smirks, as he claims, “Yes. I’ve thought about this a lot, since you took me back.”
“And this isn’t a spur of the moment thing?”
He uses both of his hands to cup my cheeks, as he declares, “I love you, Trixie. So yes, I want you here in my home at all times. Now, say yes.”
Letting out a laugh, it’s so like him to demand I answer him. The thing is, my answer will be yes, no matter what. I just want to make sure he’s ready for this level of commitment. “Okay, fine. Yes, I’ll move in.”
“Good, girl,” he says, and then kisses me deeply, as if he’s rewarding me for my answer. “Now, I really have to go, or Viktor will be complaining the entire time, if I’m late.”
Watching him, as he quickly leaves the apartment, I stand in the kitchen for a few moments just smiling. Looking around, I smile even bigger, realizing this is now my new home.
Two months later
Sitting at the table in a local restaurant, I listen to Kendra and Ava talk about nipple cream. Kendra is curiously interested in the topic, and since Ava is breast feeding Alexei, she knows all about it. I’m pretending to pay attention, but the truth is, I’ve been trying not to puke for the past five minutes.
Since the moment my food arrived, I’ve fought against wave after wave of nausea. It seems to be never ending, and I’m trying to figure out how to run to the bathroom, without alerting my friends.
So, as I clench my jaw, Ava adamantly continues to explain how raw her nipples are, and how she can’t get Viktor to stop sucking on them either. Honestly, any other time, I would be laughing right along with Kendra, and have a joke or two about it, but right now, I just can’t.
Just as I’m about to give up and run towards the bathroom, the sensation finally passes. It’s also that very moment, Kendra asks, “Are you alright, Trix? You’re looking kind of pale.”
Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I take a drink of my water, and then I say, “I’m fine. Just not feeling very well.”
“Was it the appetizer?” Ava asks. “I thought the dip tasted a bit funny.”
“It did, didn’t it?” Kendra adds.
Shaking my head, I claim, “No, it was fine. I’ve been feeling a bit off lately, but I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“What else have you been feeling?” Ava asks.
At first, her question is confusing, since it’s sort of random to ask, but I indulge her anyway. “I don’t know. I’ve been feeling really nauseous, and my boobs feel bigger. I’ve also been extremely tired lately, which is strange. It’s probably just my period coming.” Come to think of it, when was the last time I had a period?
