Chapter 22
Callie
I push my knees together under the table to try and distract myself from the burning desire building inside me. The vibrations aren't as strong as the first time he turned the toy on, but it's only a matter of time before I shatter right next to my mother. I can feel my cheeks blush a bright shade of pink at the thought.
This place isn't anything fancy, just your typical small-town diner. The house we are taking my mother to is just outside of Braxton Falls. Avery and I came to this side of town a few times to go shopping at the mall down the street, but most of the time, we stuck to our go-to places. The diner isn’t crowded. There are only a few people here other than us.
The vibrations bump up a speed, and I freeze. I tilt my head back and roll my neck to try and disguise the movement. My pussy pulses around the toy, and pleasure floods straight to my core. Sitting here in public only adds to the desire. The idea of someone watching as I fall apart but not knowing makes me wild. I rub my thighs together as if it will help ease some of the friction in my body. It doesn't. How am I going to keep myself from making a scene when all I want to do is cry out ?
"I think I need to use the bathroom," I choke out and push out my chair to stand, but the server chooses that specific moment to come over and take our order.
"Maybe wait until after Jim here takes our order," Seb tells me in a smug tone.
I close my eyes and try to gather my thoughts, but it's so hard to focus when I'm trying not to orgasm. The vibrations change to a rhythmic sequence, and I flutter around the toy. Oh my god. I slowly and carefully sit back down in my seat, my eyes never leaving Sebastian’s as I silently beg him to turn it off. His head tilts down slightly, and his eyes darken. A sly smile stretches across his face. I wanted to play this game with him. I should have known he wouldn't waiver.
"What can I get for you?" our server, Jim, asks my mother.
I tune everything out while the two of them are distracted and let the heat consume me. My eyes briefly close, and I feel a foot kick me from under the table. I open my eyes to see Seb still glaring at me. He wants me to look at him because he knows how close I am to falling apart.
I keep my eyes on his as the vibrations overtake my body, and my pussy clamps down hard on the toy. I push my knees together again and purse my lips to stop the moan from escaping. I hear my mother talking to Jim, but I can't focus. The sweet high courses through my body, making me shudder. I tilt my head and whimper before bringing my finger to my mouth to bite down on it in an attempt to keep myself quiet as my orgasm consumes me. My hips buck forward as I clench around the toy, and after my body begins to level out again, I feel the vibrations stop.
"Ma'am," the waiter states as though he's tried to get my attention already. My mother looks at me quizzically as Seb laughs.
"I'm sorry, what?" I question, clearly flustered, while trying to get myself under control.
"Your order. What can I get you?"
"I'll just have a chicken salad with ranch, please. No onion," I rush out.
"Sounds good," Jim replies like I care.
"I'm going to the bathroom," I state before pushing my chair out and standing up.
My legs wobble as I take the first few steps to get around the corner of the main dining room. I walk down the small hallway to the bathroom and push open the door, grateful that the room is empty. Standing with my back against the door, I breathe heavily while I recount the last few minutes. Holy fuck, Sebastian just made me come.
I walk over to the sink to splash some water on my face as I take in my flushed face. The bathroom door pushes open, and I hear a lock click. When I turn to see who it is, I’m startled. Seb stands there with his sleeves rolled up and a stupid grin on his face.
"What are you doing in here? My mom is going to think something is up with us both leaving. "
He closes the distance between us, and I can feel my heart rate picking up again. I go to move away from the sink, but he blocks me, pressing my back firmly against it. His body heat encompasses me as he places a hand on either side of me and leans in to run his nose along my neck. I let my eyes fall closed for just a moment before coming back to reality.
"Seb, we have to get back out there," I say with shaky breath.
He nips at my ear, and my body shudders. I hate how responsive it is to him. I can tell he's hard now, his bulge pushing right into my center. Shamelessly, I want him to grind on me, but he doesn't.
"Did you like coming apart while everyone watched you like a dirty whore?"
His words shoot directly to my pussy. "Seb," I quiver.
"You love being degraded, don't you, trouble. I bet you'd be dripping right now even if you didn't just come."
He unbuttons my black jeans and grabs the waistband, pulling them down. I stand there, unable to move with my black lace panties on full display. He lowers himself to his knees in front of me, and I grip the sides of the sink in anticipation. He trails his fingers up my calves, leaving a feathery touch up the entire length of my legs until he gets to my thighs. He grips my hips and pulls my center directly to his face.
"We came here to eat, so I'm going to eat this sweet pussy until you come all over my face. Once I finish, I'll put the toy back in and tease your greedy cunt until you become so oversensitive that you beg me to stop." He slides my panties down to my ankles, lifts one leg out of them, and places it over his shoulder. "I won't stop until I own you, Callie."
"Sebastian," I protest.
"Is that what you're supposed to call me, fuck toy?"
He pulls the toy out of me as I tilt my head back and moan. I feel empty with its loss, but he quickly shoves two fingers inside me, making me buck my hips. I wait for him to start whatever he plans to do, but he holds back.
"Sir," I finally say, and he smiles up at me.
"Yes?" He questions as though he doesn't already know what we both want him to do. He is going to make me beg. What is it with these Monroe men and their begging?
"Please, sir." His fingers begin to move, pumping in and out at the slowest pace possible.
"Please, what? I'm here to please, trouble. What do you need from me?"
"Please, sir, make me come." I can't even believe the words falling from my mouth, but I can't stop them either.
"Your wish is my command."
He throws my other leg over his shoulder and dives right in. My ass balances on the edge of the sink, and his shoulders hold me up. I lean back and place my hands behind me to give him better access as his tongue slides across my pussy. Letting out a slow breath, I focus on how good it feels to finally feel him on me.
"Eyes on me," he says, and I look down. The hunger in his eyes takes over as he dives right back in to devour me.
The way that his tongue slides along me in unison with his fingers has me feral. He curves his fingers, making them hit the perfect spot, and my hips buck into his face. His mouth moves to focus on my clit when out of nowhere, we hear a knock on the door.
"Just a minute," I yell out with a shaky voice.
Sebastian picks up the pace, his fingers moving in and out of me at a renewed intensity. He adds a third finger, and I tighten around him. He pulls back for a moment.
"That's it, squeeze my fingers like a greedy slut. You need more, don't you?"
His mouth goes back down to my pussy, and he bites down on my clit, making me cry out.
"Ssshhhh, we don't want everyone knowing what we're up to."
His wet tongue brings me right to the edge when his fingers curl inside me again, and his mouth closes around my clit. The sensation is too much, and before I realize what's happening, my body erupts, and my fluids gush all over his face. I squeeze my thighs, smothering him, but he keeps going until my high finally recedes. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me and places each one of my legs on the ground.
My mind is a blur, and I am unable to think rational thoughts. He just ate me out, and I let him. Not only that, but I loved it. He’s inching his way into all of my thoughts, and I’m not fighting it one bit .
"Go pee," he instructs, interrupting my inner thoughts, and I obey. Once finished, I come out of the stall to grab my panties and jeans, but he steps up to me with the toy in hand.
"You can't be serious," I protest.
"I will own you by the end of the day. That's a promise, and I never break a promise, Callie. Now, lean over the sink."
I go to open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he raises a brow at me, and I reconsider. I do as he asks, placing my hands on the surface of the sink and lean down, letting him slip the toy back into place. It's just a small intruder I get to continue to walk around with all day.
When he steps back, I dress myself quickly while he watches. He takes one final look at me and winks before unlocking the bathroom door and disappearing. I expect whoever was knocking to walk in after him, but luckily, they don't. After a few minutes, I've finally gathered myself enough to return to the table and am surprised that Seb isn't sitting there.
"Oh, there you are, LeeLee. I was starting to worry."
"Where's Sebastian?"
"He had to take a phone call. He stepped away a minute after you." She smiles, unaware that her daughter had just been eaten out in the bathroom.
Seb comes back in and takes a seat a few minutes after I do, but he doesn't look at me. When the waiter brings our food, he finally glances at me, and immediately, I'm concerned. His eyes are filled with mischief, and the corners of his mouth tilt up.
A moment later, I feel a familiar vibration inside me. He really isn't going to give me any sort of reprieve. I try to plead with him silently again to turn it off, but he shakes his head and boosts it further. My legs clench together at the overstimulation, and tears well up in my eyes.
My gaze lowers to my salad in a silent defeat, and finally, the vibrations stop. Submission. He wants me to willingly submit to him. That's what this whole thing is about, submission. As much as I want to protest, I'm not sure how much more my lady bits can handle right now, so I take the small victory.
We finish our lunch and hop in the car to drive the rest of the way to the house where my mom will be staying. A pang of guilt hits me at the thought of her being here alone, and I turn to face her in the back seat.
"Are you sure you're okay with this, Momma?"
"It'll be nice to finally have some time to myself. I can't be with you forever. You've found a little family with these men, and I think it's time you had time alone with them again."
"I don't want you to think you aren't welcome, and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way."
"I'm not leaving you forever. You'll be able to stop by and see me whenever you want. Sebastian said there is a pool, gym, and a sauna. I will be fine, Callie."
"But—"
"But nothing. I spent decades under your father's thumb. This will be good for me. I will have time to heal and explore different hobbies I wasn't able to do before. I can actually find myself. I'm really looking forward to it."
"Fine, but I'm visiting a minimum of two times a week."
"You can make dinner one night, and I will make it the other. How's that sound?"
"It sounds perfect," I say and make eye contact with Seb in the rearview mirror. He looks happy at our little exchange.
A few moments later, we turn down a long driveway and drive directly up to a house. It's not grand in size by any means. It's a perfect one-story, three-bedroom home. The outside is covered in red brick, and blue shutters accentuate it. There looks to be overgrown flower beds in the front, which I'm sure my mother will enjoy taming and making her own.
The three of us walk inside, and Seb gives us a full tour. We walk in and out of each one of the bedrooms, bathrooms, and dining areas. The whole house is fully furnished and definitely screams 'this was decorated by men,' but my mom has just about everything she needs here outside of food.
After we finish the tour of the inside, we walk outside and head to the backyard. I was expecting to see a similar setup to the home they live in now with the pool and pool house, but I'm pleasantly surprised.
The pool on this property is enclosed with a sauna on one side of the building and a small gym on the other. The building is a sharp contrast to the modest home. Windows line the entirety of it, letting an ample amount of sunlight shine in at every angle. The pool being indoors would mean it’s protected from the weather, and she can swim anytime. I log the knowledge of this for future rainy days when I find myself looking for something to do with the guys. Ky is always down to swim.
My mother takes her time admiring the pool and sauna, so I walk over to Seb to link my arm with his and look up at him.
"Thank you for this."
"You're part of the family now. That means your mom is part of the family, too."
I pull him down and lean up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, and he smiles. It's odd seeing him smile at me like that without an ulterior motive. He seems genuinely happy, but it kind of makes me miss his grumpy side.
We finish up around the house and say our final goodbyes to my mom before walking back to the car. I almost forgot I was wearing the toy because he didn't click it on the entire time we were at the house with her. Maybe giving up a little bit of control at the diner was the way to get him to go easy on me. I store that thought in my head for potential to use on him again later.
I glance over at him in the driver’s seat as he starts the car. He can sense my eyes on him, and he turns to look at me before reaching into his pocket to pull out the remote. He looks me dead in the eyes as he clicks it on, skipping right past the low settings.
"Sebastian," I warn .
"You thought I was going to take it easy on you. You're at my mercy now." His eyebrows raise, and a smile flashes across his face.
The sensation is already too much on my sensitive clit, and I bring my hand down to my lap.
"Don't," he warns. "Put your seatbelt on and be cooperative. Be a good little toy, and let me play with you."
The vibrations already have me teetering on the edge of another orgasm, and I have no choice but to comply with him. Fighting him and trying to be in control in any sense is just going to make him try harder to get me to submit.
"Seb, please. I can't take it anymore."
Another intense orgasm overtakes my entire body, and I tilt my head back and moan, letting it consume me. I completely forgot we are still parked right outside my mother’s house.
I expect him to turn the toy off after my orgasm, but he doesn't. It stays on, and he eyes me intently as my body writhes from the overstimulation. The next climax comes in much quicker than the last but no less intense. My body shakes, and a tear slips from the corner of my eye as my pussy clenches around the toy involuntarily. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
He starts driving down the road, leaving me to struggle with the intense feeling. Finally, he clicks it down a notch, giving me the tiniest bit of reprieve, but not nearly enough. Pleasure still builds inside me, only much slower this time. We stop at a red light, and he turns to look at me again .
"I could watch you fall apart over and over, trouble. You're like a fucking drug."
"Please turn it off, Seb. It's too much."
My chest heaves as we get closer to the house, but still, the toy doesn't stop. My mind floats all over the place, and for the first time since being with the Monroe brothers, I am considering using my safe word.
"Barrett's right. You look beautiful when you beg."
We turn into a parking lot not far from the house, and his hand reaches out to trail along my bottom lip. I part them, and he shoves his thumb inside. My tongue swirls around it, and he clicks the toy back up to the high setting in response. When I cry out this time, he pulls his thumb out and shoves two fingers inside my mouth in its place, pushing down on my tongue.
I gag around them, bucking my hips as the toy brings me to another orgasm. I've lost count of how many this is, and it's all too much. I moan, and he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and wipes the tears away, never taking his eyes off of me.
It's too much. This doesn't feel good anymore, and I have no idea when he plans to stop. Is he testing my limits? I don't want to disappoint him, but as the tears stream down my face, I can't help but mutter the one word I never thought I would.
"Pickle."