CHAPTER EIGHT
We walked briskly over to where the limo was parked. "Home," Sebastian said to Joe, before ushering me into the back. He wore the determined look of the man on a very important mission. I wondered if Joe understood what was about to take place. After ten years, he likely had a good grasp of his boss's habits, so the answer was probably yes. Normally, that might have bothered me, but at that moment I was too turned on to care.
The car ride to Sebastian's house only took ten minutes, but it felt much longer. He didn't speak. His silence seemed almost meditative, so I didn't interrupt. I just stared out the window and considered what I was getting myself into.
Eventually, we pulled up outside a sleek white apartment building that looked out over Woolloomooloo Bay. The harbour was quiet at night, but I could still hear the gentle crash of waves breaking against the hulls of the moored yachts that lined the docks.
We said farewell to Joe and then Sebastian took my hand and led me inside. I thought the car ride might have cooled his excitement a little, but as soon as the lift doors closed behind us, he was on me once more. He kissed me with a hunger that was almost strong enough to be frightening, pinning me against the metal wall and driving his mouth onto mine. Free from any wandering eyes, his hands lost whatever sense of propriety they'd once had, running up my sides before sliding down to caress the curves of my ass. I moaned, half in pleasure half in protest, but there was no one to see, and no way to stop the relentless onslaught that was Sebastian Lock.
Seizing me more firmly, he lifted me up until our mouths were at the same height. I took the opportunity to loop my arms and legs around him and run my fingers through the black tangle of his hair, pulling him closer still. My dress was beginning to ride up, and the change in height pushed the pulsing mass of his cock directly against my dripping panties. He let out a growl and began to rock back and forward, using the lift wall as leverage.
"God, you're so wet. I can feel it even through our clothes."
"This is what you do to me," I said, my voice trembling.
He brought one huge hand up and wrapped it around my chin, raising my eyes to his. "No, this is just a taste of what I can do to you. There is so much more. All I've been able to think about since we met was making you come. I'm going to do it in a thousand ways, ways you didn't even know existed."
"God yes," I breathed, already able to feel an orgasm beckoning in the distance. The pressure of his crotch against mine was amazing, and his mouth was now doing divine things to my neck, kissing and nibbling in slow circles. The coarse brush of his stubble against my skin sent waves of sensation rolling through me, like the gentle scrape of sand on the wind.
I assumed we'd have to walk down some kind of corridor, but the lift opened straight into Sebastian's apartment. Without even breaking our embrace, he spun and carried me through the doorway. Pressed against him like that I could feel the taut strength of his muscles flex and shift as we moved. He held me as easily as a child. I couldn't wait to see the body that lay beneath those clothes. I could already picture it, all hard slabs and trembling sinew.
Entwined as we were, I barely noticed my surroundings. Sebastian navigated us expertly to the bedroom, never breaking our kiss for more than a moment. There was something so primal about being carried off to be ravished. I felt claimed, taken, possessed. It was an intensely erotic experience.
Throwing me down onto the bed, he climbed on top of me. My hands now free, I reached up eagerly for his shirt buttons, but he caught both my wrists in one hand. "You said you wanted to wait," he said, his voice teasing.
I started to protest, but his expression silenced me. "Before we go any further," he continued, "I want to establish some ground rules. I told you that we could go slowly, and I meant it. But nonetheless, it's important to me that everything we do is consensual. So with that in mind, you need to pick a safe word. Something distinctive that will never come up under normal circumstances. If what we're doing ever gets too much, you just utter that word and I promise everything stops. No questions asked. Understand?"
I nodded. At that particular moment he could have been asking me for my bank account number and PIN and I'd probably have given them.
"So, pick a word."
Surprisingly, one came to me instantly. "Cinderella."
He looked at me curiously. "That's an... odd choice."
He was right. I had no idea why I'd picked that, although it did make me realise I still hadn't gotten my shoes back. Some fairy tale this is.
"I'll explain later," I told him impatiently.
"Fair enough. Cinderella it is." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss just below my ear. "And now, Sophia, I want to taste you."
I squirmed against him, those words amping the fire inside me up to fever pitch. I felt like my body couldn't possibly maintain that state of arousal for much longer, like I was prepped to burst at any minute. "Please."
Releasing my hands, he slid down the bed and shoved my skirt up around my hips. There was no preamble. He didn't even take the time to undress me. He simply tugged my panties aside and then his tongue was on my pussy.
"Oh...fuck." That first touch was like electricity, sending a wave of pleasure sizzling through me. Another joined it, curling around the first, and then another. Soon, I could feel nothing else save the vortex roaring inside me.
It seemed he'd been serious when he said he wanted to taste me. Rather than focus on my clit straight away like I'd expected, he worked the length of me, caressing my dripping opening with long, soft strokes and occasionally slipping inside to fuck me with his tongue.
"My god, you're so sweet," he said. "You're just as delicious as I'd imagined."
I could only moan in reply, grinding myself against him. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams, like every stroke, every lick was peeling away just a little more of me.
I reached out to take his head in my hands, desperate to pull him even closer, but again he seized my wrists. "No hands. Your pleasure is mine to control. I was going to save the ties for another night, but if you can't learn to behave, I'll have to bind you now."
My stomach twisted at the thought of being restrained. I'd be utterly at his mercy.
"I'll be good," I said, my voice soft.
"Excellent." He released me.