Chapter 22 – Sebastian #2
I take my time here, patient and gentle despite the dominance of the act and the way my blood roars with the possibility of all the ways I can fuck her.
All the virgin places I can claim and all the ways I can own her.
When I feel her body accept me, I work my finger deeper, preparing her for what comes next.
She wiggles against me, needing her pussy played with, but not yet.
I coat the cold metal of the plug liberally with lube.
“Eyes on me,” I instruct as I position it against her asshole.
She meets my gaze, her eyes dark with desire and trust. I push the plug in slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
There’s only the slight furrow of her brow, the parting of her lips as she adjusts to the sensation of the toy.
“Good girl,” I praise when it’s seated fully inside her. “How does that feel?”
“Full,” she whispers. “Different. Good.” She gives me a dirty fucking smile. “Forbidden.”
I reward her honesty with a deep kiss, my hand finding its way between her legs again, fingers sliding through her wetness. She’s even more responsive now, the plug heightening her sensitivity. I bring her close to the edge again, working her with two fingers while my thumb circles her clit.
Just as her breathing quickens and her walls begin to flutter around my fingers, I withdraw again. She makes a sound of frustration that has me smiling.
“Not yet,” I remind her. “Not until I say.”
“I take it back. I no longer want what you want tonight.”
I laugh, a surprising sound as it shoots from me. “You will. I promise. It’ll be incredible. Just have faith.”
“Sadist,” she murmurs, and I bring my smile to her, kissing her lips with it.
“I have a name to live up to. If I’m not a beast king, then who am I?”
She puffs a breath, but it lodges in her throat when I reach for the vibrator next, turning it on to its lowest setting.
The soft buzz fills the room, and Bellamy’s eyes widen in anticipation.
I run it over her body first—her nipples, her stomach, the insides of her thighs—before finally bringing it to her clit.
The effect is immediate. She jerks at the contact, a moan escaping her that’s deeper than anything I’ve heard from her yet. I move the vibrator in slow circles, watching as pleasure washes over her face in waves.
“Sebastian,” she gasps, her hands reaching for me, for anything to anchor herself.
I knew she’d never make it with Your Majesty, but I’ll let it go. I like my name as a desperate plea on her.
I catch one of her wrists and pin it to the bed. “Be still,” I instruct. “Take what I give you.”
She nods, struggling to comply as I increase the vibrator’s intensity.
Her hips want to buck against it, but she fights to keep them still, to be good for me.
I alternate between direct stimulation and teasing touches, bringing her to the brink and then backing off.
Each time, her frustration grows, but so does her pleasure, building on itself until she’s a quivering, pleading mess beneath me.
“Please,” she begs after the third time I’ve denied her. “Please, I need to come.”
“Not yet,” I tell her, though my own control is slipping. The sight of her like this, all flushed and desperate, and filled by the plug. Her body responding so perfectly to my commands. It’s all testing the limits of my restraint.
I turn the vibrator to its highest setting and press it firmly against her clit. Her back arches off the bed, a cry escaping her as the intense sensation crashes through her. I watch the pleasure contort her features and feel the tension in her thighs as she fights against her imminent release.
“Sebastian, I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Come, baby.” I shove two fingers inside her so I can feel it and keep the toy on her clit and she goes off.
Her body can hardly keep up, her pussy pulsing and clenching and milking my fingers as I fuck her with them.
She grabs a pillow and stuffs it over her face as she screams into it, and I hate that she did that despite the necessity of it.
Her face as she comes is exquisite, and I feel cheated out of it.
The moment she starts to sag and jerk, her clit too sensitive for the toy, I pull the vibrator away along with the pillow, taking her in as she gasps raggedly, still lost.
Finally unbuckling my belt, I unzip my pants and shed them quickly, along with my briefs. My cock springs free, hard, aching, and dripping from the prolonged tease of watching her come like that.
I position myself between her legs, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance.
She’s so wet that I slide in easily, both of us groaning at the sensation. The plug makes her impossibly tight, and the pressure is almost too much to bear.
“Fuck,” I breathe, stilling inside her, giving us both a moment to adjust. “You feel incredible.”
Her hands find my back, her nails digging into my skin as I begin to move. I start slow, giving her deep strokes that make her gasp with each inward push. The plug shifts with my movements, fucking her as I’m fucking her, and I know it’s driving her wild.
“Sebastian,” she moans. “Your Majesty,” she corrects, and I grin at that and kiss her lips.
“Again,” I tell her. “Say it again.”
She blinks her eyes open and immediately locks with mine. “My king.” Her hands rake through my hair. “My king.”
A sensation I’ve never known before flutters through me, nearly stealing my breath. “I love you.” I kiss her, deep and adoring. I kiss her till there’s nothing else but us. Me inside of her, our tongues and lips and breath connected. Both of us one.
I bring one thigh up to my shoulder and wrap the other tighter around my waist as it opens her up to me.
Bending her like this, I use my thighs in the bed to fuck her.
To feel all of her. Her cunt is so hot and tight, and I can’t wait to fuck her the way the plug is fucking her.
All of her. There will be no part of her body that I don’t conquer and claim.
The walls of her pussy grip my cock, and I plant a hand in the bed beside her head, hovering over her so I can pick up my pace while I stare into her eyes.
Her tits bounce, large and heavy, and I use my other hand to smack one.
Hard. A sting that causes a yelp to break from her moans.
I do it again before gripping one in my hand and squeezing it firmly as I fuck her.
As I pound into her, driving deeper and swiveling my hips.
“Oh god!” she cries, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I reach between us, find her clit with my fingers, and start to circle it in time with my thrusts. Her reaction is immediate as she sucks in a sharp intake of breath and grips harder at my flesh.
I’m close already, the dual stimulation of her tight cunt and the sounds she’s making plow me toward the edge.
I drive into her harder, the bed creaking and groaning beneath us, sweat beading on my brow.
Her other leg climbs up my body to my shoulders, changing the angle, and allowing me to go even deeper.
We move together, her body yielding to mine, taking everything I give her.
And when I can’t hold off another second, when she feels too damn perfect to even try, I utter, “Come now.” My voice strains with the effort of my own control. “Come for me, Bellamy.”
It’s as if her body has been waiting for those words.
For permission from me to let go. She shatters instantly, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that has her crying out my name while her nails leave half-moons on my shoulders.
The sight of her coming undone, combined with the pulsing of her pussy around my cock, triggers my own release.
I thrust deep two more times, then still, pleasure exploding through me as I empty myself inside her with a low growl.
Hot spurts of my cum fill her up, my muscles tightening and tensing, even as I force my eyes open to watch her as she watches me.
I collapse against her and roll us until we lie tangled together, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Carefully, I remove the plug, setting it aside to be cleaned later.
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
I quirk a eye down at her. “What?”
Her face is flushed. “Removed that. That was for me to do.”
I kiss her temple and hold her closer. “Except your body is mine as you are.”
“Freaking kings,” she grouses, but there’s no heat to it as she curls against me, her body soft and pliant in the way it only is after I’ve thoroughly exhausted her.
I press a kiss to her forehead and rub the muscles of her arms and shoulders. She sighs contentedly. “Did I hurt you, my sweets?”
“Not even a little. That was…”
“It was,” I agree, because I know. “It’s you.”
“It’s us,” she counters.
It is us. There’s something that goes beyond the physical into a realm of connection that defies explanation or even logic. It’s not something I knew could exist. Never dared to imagine it was possible.
I hold her close as she drifts toward sleep, her body warm against mine. “Happy birthday.”
She doesn’t reply, already asleep, and I’m content to lie here with her, watching her peaceful face, feeling the steady beat of her heart against my chest, feeling the diamond around her neck press into my skin.
And I surrender to this, to this happiness, to this calm.
I allow it to push the perpetual darkness and storm away, savoring it for as long as I can, knowing it’s just for now.
That all too soon it’ll come raging back when we least expect it.
It always does.