Chapter 10 – Sebastian
SEBASTIAN
Morning comes with grogginess and a headache.
I stayed up for hours, much the way I used to before Bellamy came into my life, lost to my thoughts.
Bellamy fell asleep quickly, a soft smile on her lips because her father had a good day and the children were happy, and finally, fucking finally, my queen was content.
That should have been enough for me to fall asleep as well, but it wasn’t.
I ended up leaving our bed somewhere close to midnight and taking to my study, lighting a fire in the hearth and drinking crass American bourbon while staring into the flames as my mind ran circuits.
I came up with no answers, but somewhere near three this morning, I sent out a text.
Me: You owe us an explanation.
I left it there and retired to bed.
Now here it is, just after dawn, and soon my day will start. A relentless cycle I can’t seem to escape, save for my children who fill my hours with smiles and my wife whom I’ll never deserve but will always be grateful for.
Especially as I feel her warm mouth on my cock, hardening my already stiffening morning wood.
“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” I murmur, pushing up into her eager mouth.
“Not a dream.” She sucks me down until I hit the back of her throat, and she swallows reflexively, ripping a groan and a hard grunt from me. So much for my headache and grogginess because now I’m fully alert and feeling amazing.
“Fuuuuck.” My fingers twine in her hair, wanting to shove her mouth down and hold her there when I get a better idea.
“Sit on my face while you do this.” She’s silent for a beat, not even her mouth moving.
“Stand up,” I command, and she instantly obeys.
It makes me harder than I already was for her.
“You’re very bossy this morning. Here I was, giving my husband a simple blow job, and now he wants me to sit on his face as I do it.”
I grin. “Do you not like that idea?” I ask, already knowing she does.
“If you want to eat my pussy, who am I to stop you?”
“I’m your king and therefore your ruler. Now sit on my face and take my cock right down your throat.”
I smack her ass and she emits a shaky breath, but quickly gets to work, scooting her sweet little body around until her head is turned and my hands clasp her hips. My fingers dig into her ass cheeks as I guide her open cunt down onto my face, my nose pressing in right on her ass.
“Oh!” she screeches, wiggling to try and move away from me, but she has to know by now that I won’t allow that to happen.
“Nothing I haven’t done before, sweetness.”
“I know. But…I’m pregnant now.”
I chuckle lightly. “And have you not realized how much more desirable that makes your body to me?”
“I just feel…open.”
“You are. I can see every bit of you.”
“Ah. Shut up. Not helping.”
I give her the same dirty lick I gave her yesterday, straight from her asshole to her clit. “This is my body, Bellamy. I own it. I possess it. I am obsessed with it. However I want to eat it or kiss it or fuck it will be of my choosing.”
She clenches around my tongue as I slip it straight inside of her.
“Now suck my cock, my queen. Show me how talented that pretty mouth and sharp tongue are.”
Her smile grows, her eyes sparkling as she glances back at me.
With a cheeky wink, she takes a deep breath, grips my cock in her hand, and drives it straight into her mouth.
And holy fuck, is that good. So good it momentarily stuns me, and I need a second before I remember my assignment and set to work on her pussy.
With my hands on her ass, I shift her pussy back over my face and suck her clit into my mouth.
She’s soaked already, dripping onto my lips. I groan into her, unable to hold back as my tongue pumps into her, picking up speed. The way she’s taking me down her throat, I won’t last long, and I need her to come before that happens.
Her lips wrap tighter around my cock, bobbing up and down before sucking me hard and deep into her mouth. I hit the back wall of her throat and she swallows me down until I’m past the point of no return.
“Jesus Christ!” I hiss, stars dancing behind my eyes. “Don’t you have a gag reflex? Since when have you been able to do this?”
She makes a humming noise, the sound shooting vibrations straight to my balls and through my stomach.
I continue to feast on her pussy, licking and touching every inch of her I can.
Her fist wraps around the base of my dick, and she pumps me in and out of her mouth, sucking up and down, slurping me like I’m a fucking popsicle.
Her hand twists and jerks me, and in response, I pick up my pace, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue until she starts to come.
The moment her pussy flutters over my lips and her sweet cum hits my tongue, I jerk up into her mouth, choking her, loving the sound of her gagging, and shoot everything I have straight down her throat. It’s mind-blowing and erotic and once again makes me so happy that I married this woman.
She sags against me, and I spin her around, covering her lips with mine and kissing her deeply. She tastes like me, and I taste like her, and together we are a filthy combination of dirty lust. Until once again, our door handle jiggles. Only this time, it’s not our children.
“Sebastian, sorry to interrupt your morning activities, but I need you up and dressed now.”
Bellamy and I shoot up, both of our heads flying toward the door.
“What is it?” I call through the wood.
A grunt. “Our mother is expected within the hour.” Rowan is not pleased.
Fuck.
Not even twenty minutes later, we’re both dressed and ready.
Javier is taking Phaedra to school and there is a fucking ferret running around my ankles as Sabrina and Zayer chase after it.
I haven’t seen my mother in years. Not since Nora’s funeral, and even then, she hardly showed up.
I became king and my mother isolated herself, claiming grief and instability, when there might have been something else keeping her from us all these years.
She doesn’t know Zayer since he was only four months old when Nora died, and Sabrina has no memory of her.
I’ll admit, I’m not looking forward to this visit, and I’m surprised she’s coming here now.
Bellamy is standing beside me, uncharacteristically stoic.
She’s anxious about meeting my mother and I can’t blame her.
My mother has hidden none of her disdain for my relationship and marriage to Bellamy.
Hell, the woman didn’t even attend our wedding.
Emily comes in and I give her a nod and she takes Sabrina and Zayer and fucking Arthur out to play. I want to get a better read on my mother before I let her see my children.
Moments later, the door to the parlor is opened and the steward announces, “Her Majesty, Queen Isabella of the house of Alarie.”
Bellamy grips my hand, and I can feel her heart racing through her palm.
“Relax,” I whisper to her. “It’s only my mother. Not Jesus Christ.”
Bellamy grins, but the smile immediately dies from her lips when a woman draped in a bright red dress that seems to command attention sweeps into the room as if she owns it and the rest of the world is beneath her.
Sigh. My mother has arrived.
“Darling, you look simply wonderful,” she announces, strutting over to me with her large designer purse held tightly in her manicured hand. The scent of expensive perfume wafts through the room as she draws nearer. Her penetrating gaze settles on me, and ice seems to form in my veins.
“Mother.” I lean in and kiss both her cheeks. “It’s lovely to see you again,” I say, forcing a polite smile despite the tension squeezing my chest.
“Yes. It’s been too long.”
I grit my teeth and hold my tongue from saying something cutting or sarcastic, like, Then maybe you should have come to my wedding.
“Mother,” Rowan greets her the same as I did.
“Oh, Rowan. Don’t you look dashing as always? So much more relaxed than your brother. Perhaps he’s not as happy as he claims to be.”
Bellamy’s jaw clenches and I can practically see her silently calling my mother a bitch.
“Actually, this is the happiest I’ve ever been. May I present my wife, since you were unable to attend our wedding and meet her then? Mother, this is the new queen of Messalina, Queen Bellamy.”
Bellamy squeezes my hand, ready to eviscerate me for that last part. “Your Majesty,” Bellamy says in a strong voice. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
The corners of my mother’s lips turn up in a cold, practiced grin, her eyes never warming.
“Ah, Bellamy, my dear. You’re…” Her eyes scroll over every inch of Bellamy. “Adequate, I suppose, especially for an American,” she states, her voice dripping with disdain as she scrutinizes her appearance.
The heat of embarrassment rises to Bellamy’s cheeks, and instead of standing her ground, she refuses to let my mother see how much her words affect me.
“Thank you,” Bellamy replies, gritting her teeth behind her smile. “You look exactly as I pictured you. I’m glad you could make it to our palace.”
I fight my grin.
“Of course. My sons need me.” She glances around the room before returning her icy stare to Bellamy. “Though maybe I should have come sooner to help guide my eldest and the king of the country toward better decisions.”
“Mother,” I sharply interject, stepping forward and placing a protective arm around Bellamy. “That is not why you’re here nor is your opinion on my choices desired.”
“Fine,” she concedes, though she eyes Bellamy like a predator sizing up its prey. “For your sake, my dear son, I shall hold my tongue and my opinions.”