Forbidden Fires

CHAPTER 2 Sebastians obsession

The pulsating beat of the music pulsed through the walls of the dimly lit sex club, a throbbing reminder of the raw, untamed desires that lingered in the air. Sebastian Hale, a man accustomed to command and control, found himself standing at the edge of a crowd, his eyes locked onto a solitary figure seated at the bar. She was captivating, her posture relaxed yet guarded, a stark contrast to the desperate women who usually threw themselves at him.

Sebastian adjusted his tailored suit, a smirk playing on his lips as he sauntered over. He had never been turned down before, and the prospect of it intrigued him. He leaned against the bar next to her, his voice smooth as velvet. "Mind if I join you?"

She glanced up, her blue eyes piercing and unyielding. "Actually, I do." Her response was swift, leaving no room for negotiation.

His smirk faltered, but only for a moment. "Come now, don't be so hasty. I'm Sebastian Hale. Surely we can find some common ground."

She arched an eyebrow, her expression coolly dismissive. "I'm not interested. Everyone knows your name," she replied coolly. "But that doesn't mean they want your cum on their faces."

Sebastian's curiosity deepened. "What's your name?"

"Doesn't matter," she replied, turning back to her drink.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Let me guess, you're one of those women who thinks playing hard to get will make me chase you."

She laughed, a sound devoid of amusement. "You're wrong. I'm just not interested in men like you."

Sebastian's jaw tightened. This woman was unlike any he had encountered before. He decided to change tactics. "How about this: name your price. Whatever you want, I can provide."

Her gaze met his, steely and resolute. "Money isn't everything, Mr. Hale. Sometimes, people have principles."

Before he could respond, she stood, her movements graceful and deliberate. She walked away, leaving him standing there, stunned. Never before had a woman rejected him so outrightly. His ego, bruised and battered, began to stir with a newfound obsession.

Over the following weeks, Sebastian's fixation grew. He watched her from afar, learning her routine, her likes and dislikes. He followed her to coffee shops, bookstores, and even the sex club where they first met. While at a gala, Sebastian's heart raced as he saw her across the room, dressed in a stunning red gown that accentuated her curves. He approached her, his demeanor more controlled this time. "Fancy meeting you here."

She gave him a measured look. "Mr. Hale, What a coincidence."

"Call me Sebastian," he said, flashing a charming smile. "May I have this dance?"

She hesitated, then nodded. As they moved to the dance floor, Sebastian whispered in her ear, "You know, I've been thinking about you. About how intriguing you are. How different."

She looked up, her eyes searching for him. "Different? Is that what you call it when a woman refuses to fall at your feet?"

"No," he murmured, pulling her closer. "I call it... alluring."

Their bodies swayed together, a perfect rhythm despite the tension between them. Sebastian felt a surge of satisfaction. He would break through her defenses, one way or another.

Later that night, back at the sex club, he found her again, this time sitting at a secluded booth. He slid in beside her, his voice low and persuasive. "Tell me something, why do you keep coming here if you hate it so much?"

She shrugged, her gaze distant. "It pays the bills."

Sebastian's eyes widened. "You're an escort?"

Her chin lifted defiantly. "And what if I am?"

He leaned in, his voice a sultry whisper. "Then let me hire you. For tonight, just you and me."

She studied him, her expression unreadable. "And what would that entail?"

Sebastian's hand slid down her arm, his touch electrifying. "Whatever you want. Whatever you need."

She pulled away, shaking her head. "No, Sebastian. I don't sell my body to men like you."

He grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "Why not? Afraid you might actually enjoy it?"

Her eyes flared with anger. "Don't test me, Mr. Hale. You don't know anything about me."

He released her, leaning back with a predatory smile. "Oh, but I plan to very soon."

As they locked eyes, the world around them faded away. Sebastian knew he had finally met his match, a woman who refused to be bought or broken. And he was determined to uncover every layer of her resistance.

Sebastian’s eyes followed her every move as she slipped through the crowd, her hips swaying subtly with each step. He had been watching her for weeks now, ever since that first night at the sex club when she had so confidently turned him down. Tonight, he had orchestrated their encounter at the charity gala, and now, as she retreated to a more secluded corner of the venue, he saw his opportunity.

He quickened his pace, catching up to her just as she entered a dimly lit alcove adorned with lush, velvet curtains. The space was intimate, designed for quiet conversations or stolen moments. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume and the faintest hint of cigar smoke. Sebastian watched as she leaned against the wall, her fingers tracing the edge of a framed painting.

“Alone at last,” he murmured, stepping into the alcove and closing the distance between them.

She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What do you want, Sebastian?” Her voice was calm, almost unnervingly so.

He smiled, a slow, knowing grin. “I thought we could continue our conversation from earlier. You know, the one where you were so interested in my proposition.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a small, skeptical smile. “Was I? I don’t recall being very interested.”

He took another step closer, until they were mere inches apart. “Oh, but you are,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “You wouldn’t have come here tonight if you weren’t.”

Her chest rose and fell with a shallow breath, her heart pounding in her throat. She could feel his heat radiating against her, could smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the more earthy tones of his natural musk. It was intoxicating, and she hated herself for it.

“Sebastian, you’re making a mistake,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He reached out, his hand sliding gently along her arm until his fingers brushed the bare skin of her shoulder. “Am I? Or are you just scared?”

She shivered beneath his touch, her resolve wavering. She had always known this moment might come, had prepared for it in her own way. But standing here, feeling his touch, hearing his voice so close... It was all too much.

“Please,” she whimpered, the word slipping out before she could stop it.

His grip tightened on her shoulder slightly , pulling her closer. “Please what, darling? Please let me leave you alone. Or please let me make you forget why you shouldn’t?”

She swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt his other hand slide around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His body was solid, and unyielding, and she could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against her stomach.

“I... I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate. “That’s alright. You don’t have to know. Just let me take care of everything.”

With that, he dipped his head, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light kiss. She gasped, her hands coming up to rest on his chest as she tried to steady herself. His mouth was insistent, coaxing her lips apart with gentle precision.

As their tongues met, she felt a rush of heat spread through her body, pooling low in her belly. His hands moved deftly, one still holding her close while the other slid upward, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned into his mouth, her knees buckling slightly as his thumb found her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“Sebastian...” she breathed, her voice broken and needy.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

She hesitated, torn between wanting to push him away and wanting to surrender completely. Before she could speak, he slid his hand lower, skimming over her ribs and across the curve of her waist until his fingers brushed the hem of her dress.

“Please,” she whispered again, this time more desperate.

He didn’t wait for her to finish. Instead, he lifted her dress higher, exposing the smooth, creamy skin of her thighs. Her breath hitched as his hand slid between them, his fingers finding the delicate lace of her thong. She bit her lip, fighting back a moan as he traced the outline of her sex, teasing her through the thin barrier of fabric.

“So wet for me already,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You like this, don’t you?”

She nodded, unable to form words as his fingers pressed harder against her, stroking her through the lace thong. Her hips shifted involuntarily, grinding against his hand as she sought more friction.

“Good girl,” he praised, his tone both approving and possessive. “Now, let’s see how much you really want this.”

With that, he hooked his fingers under the edge of her thong and tugged, pulling it aside so that his fingers could slide directly against her bare flesh. She cried out, her head falling back against the wall as his fingers delved deeper, exploring her folds with expert precision.

“Oh god, Sebastian...” she panted, her body arching into his touch as he found her clit, circling it slowly at first before increasing the pressure.

He kissed her neck, his lips moving down to nip at the sensitive skin below her ear. “Tell me,” he demands, his voice gruff. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want... I want you to fuck me,” she gasped, the words tumbling out in a rush.

He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. “Say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she repeated, her voice stronger this time.

With a satisfied sigh, he withdrew his hand, leaving her trembling and breathless. He didn’t give her long to recover before he was lifting her up, pinning her against the wall as he yanked her dress down to expose her breasts.

She gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he continued to lift her, his hardness pressing against her core. She could feel the heat of him, the rigid length of his cock straining against his pants.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, his voice harsh with urgency.

She obeyed, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he freed himself and positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the blunt tip of his cock nudging against her, slick with her own arousal.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

She nodded, her eyes meeting his. “Yes. Please, Sebastian. Now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a groan, he thrust forward, sinking deep inside her in one smooth motion. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt the stretch and burn of his intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, his forehead resting against hers as he paused, letting her adjust to his size.

She clung to him, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she fought to regain her composure. But it was no use. The sensation of him inside her, filling her so completely, was overwhelming.

“Move,” she begged, her voice trembling.

He did, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again, his hips snapping against hers with a force that made her head spin. She cried out, her body shuddering with each powerful stroke.

“More,” she demanded, her voice breaking. “Harder.”

He compiled without hesitation, driving into her with renewed vigor. Each thrust pushed her further up the wall, her back arching as she struggled to keep her balance. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples brushing against his chest with maddening sensitivity.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his pace becoming erratic as he lost control.

She could feel his urgency, the way his movements grew more frantic, more desperate. It only fueled her own need, driving her closer to the edge.

“Sebastian, I’m... I’m gonna...” she panted, her voice barely coherent.

He buried his face in her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. “Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice strained. “Let go.”

She obeyed, her body tightening around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed, her voice echoing off the walls as she came undone, her nails digging into his back as she rode out the orgasm.

He followed shortly after, his thrusts growing erratic as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed locked together, their breaths mingling as they both struggled to catch their breath.

Finally, he pulled back, his softening cock slipping from her with a wet sound. She whimpered at the loss, her legs trembling as he set her down on shaky feet.

“Stay,” he commanded, his voice hoarse. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She nodded, her body still humming with residual pleasure as she leaned against the wall, waiting for whatever came next.

`~*~

In the dimly lit corners of a bustling club, where the pulse of music intertwined with whispered secrets, Sebastian felt an undeniable pull toward a mysterious woman who had become the center of his universe.

Each evening they met, their connection deepened, igniting a fire within him that he couldn’t extinguish; she was an enigma wrapped in allure, and he found himself lost in thoughts of her during the long hours of his day. Despite knowing her real name, he chose to let her reveal it in her own time, savoring the thrill of each encounter like a delicious secret waiting to unfold. What was it about her that captivated him so completely, and would he ever truly understand the depths of his obsession?

Sebastian's grip on her wrist tightened as he pulled her through the labyrinthine corridors of the sex club. The dim, flickering lights cast eerie shadows that danced like phantoms on the walls, adding to the sense of clandestine urgency. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady mix that made her head spin. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins.

"Where are you taking me?" she finally managed to ask, her voice trembling slightly.

A place where we can be alone,” Sebastian replied, his tone brooking no argument. His eyes gleamed with a wild intensity that both terrified and intrigued her.

They turned a corner and entered a small, dimly lit room. It was sparsely furnished, with a large bed dominating the center. The mattress looked plush and inviting, but there was an undercurrent of menace in the air, something primal and raw.

Sebastian pushed her gently but firmly onto the bed. She landed with a soft thud, the sheets cool against her heated skin. He loomed over her, his muscular frame casting a shadow that enveloped her entirely.

"Undress," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

Her breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't how she had envisioned this encounter, yet there was a part of her that couldn't deny the thrill of it all. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she began to take her dress off, revealing the delicate lace of her bra and thong beneath.

Sebastian's eyes darkened as he watched her, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins, a primal urge driving him forward. He wanted to claim her, to dominate her in every way possible.

"Hurry," he growled, his patience wearing thin.

She fumbled with the clasps on her bra, her hands shaking. When she finally managed to shrug off her bra, he wasted no time in yanking down her thong, leaving her in nothing, she was so beautiful, standing there on show for him.

"Now you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He smirked, clearly pleased by her submission. With deliberate slowness, he began to undress, peeling away his shirt to reveal his chiseled torso. Muscles rippled under his skin as he moved, a testament to his strength and control.

When he stood before her in nothing but his trousers, she felt a surge of apprehension. This was real, this was happening. And there was no turning back.

Sebastian reached for his belt, his fingers deftly undoing the buckle. With one swift motion, he removed his trousers, standing bare before her. His erection jutted out proudly, a stark contrast to the dark curls that surrounded it.

"On your knees," he ordered, his voice a deep rumble.

She hesitated for a moment, then complied, dropping to her knees before him. The position felt humiliating, degrading, and yet there was a strange sense of power in it. She was giving herself to him, body and soul.

Sebastian's hand found the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He guided her face toward his erection, his grip firm and unyielding.

"Suck," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

She opened her mouth, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her lips around him, her tongue sliding along the underside. He tasted of salt and musk, a potent combination that sent shivers down her spine.

Sebastian's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements. He thrust into her mouth, his pace increasing as he grew more aroused. Each movement was rough, demanding, leaving her breathless and aching for more.

Her own arousal was building, a slow burn that threatened to consume her entirely. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the heat pooling in her core. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to stop.

Sebastian's rhythm became erratic, his breathing harsh and ragged. He could feel the pressure building, the need to release becoming almost unbearable. He pulled her away from his cock, his eyes blazing with desire.

"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice strained.

She scrambled onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, her body trembling with need.

Sebastian didn't hesitate. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. With one swift, brutal motion, he drove inside her, filling her completely.

She cried out, the sensation both painful and pleasurable. He was large, stretching her in ways she hadn't known were possible. But as he began to move, thrusting deeply and forcefully, the pain gave way to pure, unadulterated bliss.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a primal symphony of desire.

Sebastian's grunts mingled with her moans, the intensity of their coupling growing with each passing second. He was relentless, driven by a need to possess her, to make her his.

And then, without warning, he reached around and found her clit, his thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive nub. The added stimulation was almost too much, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Cum for me," he growled, his voice dripping with command.

Her orgasm shattered through her, waves of pleasure crashing over her in rapid succession. She screamed his name, her body convulsing around his cock.

Sebastian followed shortly after, his own release rocketing through him with explosive force. He buried himself deep inside her, emptying himself into her with a final, shuddering thrust.

For a moment, they lay entwined, breath mingling in the aftermath of their passion. Then, slowly, Sebastian withdrew, leaving her feeling empty and used.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice soft and dangerous. "There's more."

“I shall... My name is Sadie by the way.”