Chapter Twenty-Five
ETHAN
Sebastian’s gaze was darker than I’d ever seen it, roaming over me as he stepped into the room, not bothering to close the door behind him. His hands slid into his pockets as he shook his head. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
My tongue flicked over my lips, and his attention followed the motion, hungry.
“Doesn’t hurt that you love buying me stuff,” I teased.
Sebastian chuckled, dragging the chair back so he could stand between the open V of my legs.
Starting with the garter at my thigh, he brushed his fingers over the delicate chains decorating my body, transfixed, following their path slowly upward.
When he reached my chin, he curled a finger beneath it, tipping my face up. “What’s the plan?”
My grin only grew. “I had a little something installed. Anniversary present and all that. Thought we could finally break this desk in. It’s long overdue, don’t you think?”
“What?”
I glanced over my shoulder toward the edge of his desk, silently directing his gaze. His lips parted when he saw it—a small iron loop, drilled into the sturdy wood.
When he turned back to me, something awed and curious was written all over his face.
I slid open a drawer, reaching inside and dangling them from a crooked finger—a pair of Velcro cuffs.
A low groan slipped from his throat. By the time his gaze lifted to mine again, his pupils were blown wide. “You or me?”
I bit down on my lip, loving that he felt the genuine need to ask now. “Me—tonight. We can switch some other time.”
He leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss, one that made my body arch into his, my toes curling. The cuffs dropped onto the tabletop with a dull thud.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
I smiled. “So how does this fantasy play out in your head?” I scooted a little farther back on the desk, hands on his hips, keeping him close. “Am I your horny assistant? Did I misbehave?”
Sebastian shook his head slowly, lips still parted.
“It was never a power play.” His presence suddenly felt overwhelming in the room, the air thick with the look he was giving me.
I’d tapped into something new—something wild, dangerous, primal, and exhilarating.
His hands slid beneath my thighs, lifting them to his sides, silently asking me to wrap them around him. “Do you know why I’ve wanted you here?”
My breath was already coming in short. “Not really.”
Palms slid across my back, holding me exactly where he wanted as he leaned closer.
“The desk isn’t for me,” he murmured. “It’s all you, my darling. Your pedestal. Your place of worship.” His mouth brushed my ear as his voice dropped lower. “Somewhere worthy of you—where you can be bare and open, and I can give you everything your body’s been asking for.”
Fuck—okay. This was going to be good.
My whole body was already thrumming with anticipation. I could tease him all I wanted, but I fucking loved that mouth of his. The way he spoke to me, how those words slipped from his lips like honey, trapping me. Only now I knew with absolute certainty that they weren’t lies. He meant all of it.
“Do you want to use the gift?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
The corners of my mouth lifted. “Is that part of the worship?”
“A proof of trust,” he whispered, then grinned. “And to make sure you’ll let me take my time. As long as I like.”
A shiver raced through me before Sebastian was back at my lips, his kiss deep, drawing me into him. My head went fuzzy as his body pressed against mine, still fully clothed, and the contrast only made it better.
My breath left me when, in one quick motion, I was on my back—his mouth at my neck, nibbling and sucking as his hands guided my wrists above my head. Sebastian’s desk was huge, thick wood and solid beneath me, wide enough to hold most of my body with only a little hanging off the edge.
He made quick work of cuffing me, giving them a firm tug to make sure they were secure before his mouth closed around one nipple.
I groaned as his hand slid down my torso, fingers brushing the gold at my waist—cool metal against heated skin—before palming my cock and tugging lightly at the elastic of the jock, testing it.
“I did order food for us,” I managed, cutting off on a moan as he latched onto the other side. “It’ll get here eventually.”
“I hope you told them to come in a couple of hours.”
I laughed, breathless. “I did, actually—fuck.”
Sebastian gave a sharp suck as his hand stroked me once before hooking his fingers into the band and pulling, stripping it from me without ceremony. He leaned back just long enough to take me in—approval dark in his eyes.
Then he turned me onto my front.
Heat crept up my spine as I heard the chair scrape back, my whole body tightening with need. His hands settled on my thighs, pausing to trace the garter there before sliding higher to cup my cheeks, spreading me apart as he took me in with a low groan. “You look incredible like this.”
With the balls of my feet planted on the floor, the edge of the desk pressed into my hips, leaving my hard cock angled down toward it. His lips grazed my skin, breath ghosting over me and making my muscles clench. Then the kisses started—soft at first, brushing over me as he slid the chair closer.
Just the idea of how we must look right now—me laid out for him on his desk at his mercy—made my heart thump and my cock throb.
His hands held me open as his mouth moved closer, until he pressed a kiss right where I was already aching for him. He stayed there for a second, warm breath making me squirm, before the slick drag of his tongue made me squeeze my eyes shut and moan.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t pull away. Firm hands kept me in place as he worked me open with relentless focus, tongue hot and insistent, breaking only to kiss and suck before starting again.
The scratch of his beard as he went deeper made me want to push back into him, to chase the pleasure he kept igniting over and over. He kept going, coaxing and teasing until my body loosened enough for him to slip into me with that talented tongue.
I shuddered when I felt his hand on my cock, but he didn’t stroke it—just held the head between his fingers, thumb brushing over the sensitive slit, already slick. The sensation was too much, my gasps slipping into small, helpless whines.
Sebastian pulled back just long enough to murmur, “I fucking love it when you make that sound,” before diving right back in.
My shoulders burned as I strained against the cuffs, like it might help me absorb what he was doing to me. Breathing came in the form of fast and heavy pants against his desk.
When my thighs began to tremble, he released me just long enough to rub them soothingly, his thumb catching on the little golden chain. “Are you getting tired, my darling?”
I shook my head.
He paused, and before I could ask why, he adjusted me on the desk so my cock was pressed flat beneath me and my hips were fully supported. Sebastian pulled his chair in close, guiding my legs over it on his sides, taking the strain off them—and somehow making everything feel even more exposed.
A heartbeat later, his mouth was back, hands gripping my cheeks to keep me from seeking any friction, and another helpless moan left me.
“Just relax, my pet,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”
I closed my eyes and let myself melt into the desk, knowing full well what his plans were, and surrendering to him completely.
I had no way of knowing how much time had passed.
Only that my body wouldn’t stop trembling.
Only that sweat clung to my skin, leaving me slick against the desk.
Only that he’d brought me to the brink so many times now that if he so much as breathed on my cock, I was going to come.
He had worked me with his tongue for a while. Then his fingers—taking his time with each one before moving on to the next, dragging them in slow, torturous strokes against my prostate.
Then his mouth had moved—sucking on my balls, my taint, lapping at my cock just enough to tease, never enough to give me release.
Then back to his tongue.
I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.
“Ash,” I whined.
He stilled, and I dragged in a deep breath.
“Yes?”
“Would you get your cock in me already? I’m fucking dying here.”
He chuckled roughly behind me. Two fingers pressed inside me and curved.
“F-fuck,” I breathed, hands curling into fists around the restraints. My feet were back on the floor now, on purpose. The only thing touching my cock was the air around it. Until his fingertips brushed against it, barely there, just enough to make me squirm and groan.
“Maybe we should have used a cock ring,” he said in the most infuriatingly casual tone.
“Sebastian, for fuck’s sake…” I groaned as he slipped his fingers out and back in again. “Aren’t you dying too?”
“I am.” And to prove it, he stood and pressed the slick head of his cock against my cheek.
I made a helpless sound. “Fuck. Get that in me right now.”
He pulled his fingers free, one hand still holding me open as he slid the head of his cock over my hole. It quivered in response.
“Right here?” His voice was husky with want.
“Yes.”
There was pressure. Not enough to push in, just enough to make me rock back, urging him to do it.
He pulled away.
“Oh, come on,” I muttered, voice strained as I pushed back, begging without saying it outright.
Another amused sound. “If you stay perfectly still and let me give you what you want, I will. If you move, I start all over.”
I nodded against my forearm. “Please.”
He came close again, palm pressing to my tailbone as that maddening rub of his cock returned. “On your forearms, pet. Arch for me.”
I did, rising onto my toes to follow his order.
Slowly, the pressure built. More and more, until his crown slipped inside, and I let out a broken sound—
Only for him to pull back.
“Oh my fucking god—I’m going to murder you if you do that again.”
He chuckled darkly. “Love the sweet talk.” A kiss brushed my shoulder as he pushed in again.