Chapter 40 Ivy
IVY
I run into the bedroom, slam the door, and lock it behind me.
I open the closet door, then shut it quickly, hoping he’ll think I’m hiding there.
Instead, I slip through the sliding glass door onto the balcony and climb over the railing like I used to.
My eyes dart around when I hit the ground. I could run for the woods, but Sebastian is fast.
Instead, I stay pressed against the house, the cold air biting through my shirt, my skin erupting in goosebumps. I keep going until I reach the door to the garage. It’s unlocked.
I sneak inside, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. The only light comes from the small window in the door, and I know I need to get away from it before Sebastian spots me.
I don’t hear his footsteps, but for such a large guy, he’s surprisingly quiet.
Pursing my lips together to control my ragged breathing, I quietly walk beside his car, heading toward the door between the garage and the house.
I freeze when I hear a noise outside.
Shit. He’s closer than I thought.
I open the door and quietly close it, then sneak through the living room. My eyes dart around—
His masked face is pressed against the patio door.
I take off, heading down the hallway and into his office. I slam the door behind me and lock it.
Seconds later, the knob twists.
“Ivy,” he calls through the door. “I’m coming for you.”
I look around, considering my options. There’s a closet, but he’ll find me far too easily.
I hurry to the window and shove it open. I’m halfway out when I hear the key in the lock. I practically fall out the window, landing awkwardly but staying on my feet. But I keep moving, going around the side of the house and to the balcony. I climb it the way I always do, not looking back.
One leg goes over the railing, then the other. I hop down and race to the door.
But it opens, and strong arms grab me and pull me inside.
I scream, my heart hammering in my chest.
“You fooled me,” I say breathlessly.
He tosses me onto his bed and climbs on top of me, pinning me with his weight. “I know how you think.” He lowers his lips to my ear, and I squirm as his hot breath comes through the fibers of the mask. “I know you better than you think.”
He pins my arms overhead, holding my wrist with one hand. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nuzzles against me, the fabric tickling my skin. “You’re not the only one who’s good at stalking.”
I gasp as he pulls out a pair of handcuffs and locks my wrists together.
I squirm as he lifts my shirt, goosebumps pebbling over my skin. He chuckles darkly. “Oh, trying to fight me, huh?”
Twisting my body, I rasp out, “I’m not... going to make this...easy for you.” I arch, my gaze drifting toward the ceiling.
And that’s when I catch a glint on the smoke detector.
My eyes narrow.
What the—
Is that a camera?
Sebastian follows my gaze. He’s frozen, my shirt pulled up over my breasts.
Then his eyes lock with mine.
“A camera?”
He stares at me a moment before nodding. “I installed it after Drew moved in. At first, it was security.” His jaw tightens. “Then you stopped coming around. I needed to know if you came back.”
“You saw me on your bed.” Holy shit. That’s embarrassing. I was caught sniffing his pillow and rolling around in his scent like a dog.
I should be mad. Pissed that he was recording me without my knowledge.
But I once thought about installing cameras to track him when his schedule unexpectedly changed.
We really aren’t so different after all.
“I needed to know. Because I was hoping like hell you were.” His dark eyes bore into mine. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll move it. But I won’t remove it. I need to know you’re safe.
“No, it’s fine.” I give him a teasing smile. “But no selling our sex video on the internet.”
He snorts, a dark look taking over his face. “As if I’d let anyone other than me see you naked.”
I grin. “Good answer. I wouldn’t want anyone else seeing me.”
He gives me a satisfied smile before his lips are on mine. I melt into him, not caring about the camera. We can have all kinds of fun with it.
When he pulls back, his eyes are heavy with desire. “Now, where were we? Oh, yeah.” He lifts my shirt over my face and bunches the material over my eyes so I can’t see.
“Relax, my little firecracker.” I feel him move, and then his lips are on my stomach, pressing wet kisses against my skin. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I can’t help the moan that slips out when he reaches my bra and places hot, wet kisses over my nipple. He reaches around and undoes it, and the cool air of the room kisses my hard nipples as it springs loose.
“Mmm. So beautiful.” His mouth covers my nipple. I moan. He licks it a few times before sucking the hard bud into his mouth.
“Sebastian.” I squirm on the bed, my panties soaked.
“Let me take care of you.” He licks my nipple again. “Just trust me.”
I relax, letting him take control. He licks, sucks, and his teeth graze the one nipple before he does the same to the other. I grit my teeth; the sensation so good, it’s driving me mad.
Then his warmth disappears. I tense until I feel him taking off one sneaker, then the other. When his fingers wrap around the waistband of my leggings, I arch, helping him take them off. My panties follow.
I wait for him to touch or lick my pussy, but he doesn’t. Instead, the bed dips from his weight, and I feel him move beside me.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
I comply, feeling the head of his dick against my lips. I moan as I taste his precum, my tongue darting out for more.
And then, he’s sliding further inside my mouth.
My tongue cushions him, moaning around his side as he begins moving in and out, slow at first, then faster.
His choppy breaths and raspy moans fill my ears.
I take him deeper, letting him use my mouth, unable to stop him since my hands are bound.
But I love that he’s using my mouth to please himself.
Finally, he pulls back with a curse. “I’m not going to come yet. Not until I’m inside you.”
The bed shifts, and he spreads my legs wide, settling between them. Then his tongue is between my legs, and I gasp, arching up, wanting more.
“Your pussy tastes so good,” he rasps before licking deep inside me. I moan, the metal of the handcuffs digging into my skin as I yank against them.
He chuckles, then blows on me. I whimper. “Stop teasing.”
“Don’t fight the cuffs.” He takes a long swipe through my pussy, and I shiver.
“Okay.” I go still, wanting more of his mouth.
And he delivers, working me into a frenzy with his tongue. I whimper, moan, and beg for him to make me come, but every time I get close, he pulls back.
He stops, leaving me a quivering, sobbing mess.
The fabric of my shirt lifts, pinning my hair back and allowing me to see. I blink, my eyes adjusting to the fading light in the bedroom.
And then, his cock is at my entrance. I arch, and he shoves himself deep inside, making me shriek out his name, my legs quivering.
“Oh, God. That feels so good.”
“You’re close to coming,” he whispers against my lips. “Don’t. Not until I tell you to.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to fight against the sensations as he begins moving. He goes slow at first, and I begin to relax. But then he moves faster.
“Sebastian,” I say through gritted teeth. “Please.”
“No,” he rasps, his hips snapping against me. “Not yet.”
I yank against the cuffs, hoping the pain will work against the urge to come. But it only heightens it.
Then his hand is between us, stroking my clit as he thrusts deep inside. My eyes pop open, latching with his.
“Come for me, Ivy.”
I detonate around him, my pussy squeezing him. He grunts, slowing his pace, until my orgasm finally stops. And then he starts moving again, slow at first, then faster and deeper.
“You won’t ever get away from me, Ivy,” he whispers. “You’re mine.”
My pussy grips him, the words turning me on even more. “You belong to me, Sebastian. Always have. Always will.”
He shudders, eyes burning with desire. “Yes.”
Then his lips are on mine and he’s pounding me into the mattress. My legs wrap around him, squeezing him, as he fucks me hard and fast.
“I’m gonna fill you up with my come.”
“Yes,” I moan, trying to pull him deeper. “Come inside me.”
He thrusts two more times, and the moan that comes out of him sends ripples of pleasure down my spine. His hot come spurts inside me, filling me up.
Spent, his body covers mine, hot breath on the side of my neck. I curl into his warmth, my hands numb, but my eyes are heavy.
Once his breathing and heart rate return to normal, he lifts up. He climbs off me, and my eyes pop open.
Grabbing his sweatpants, he removes the key from his pocket, then unlocks the cuffs. He pulls my shirt over my head, then grabs my bra, which is twisted around me, and tosses it onto the floor.
He crawls back onto the bed, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me against him.
“Better rest up. I’m not through with you yet.”
My eyes pop open. “No?”
He shakes his head. “I’m keeping you in bed until Drew gets back home.”
I grin, shaking my head. “I’ll need to eat.”
“I’ll feed you.”
“And I’ll need water.”
“I’ll take care of you.” He pushes my sweaty hair away from my face. “You can use the bathroom. And I’ll help you shower.” His lips trail over my neck, and I giggle and squirm when he finds a ticklish spot.
“Help me shower, huh?”
He chuckles. “Uh-huh. I’ll take you in every position, then clean you up.” He sucks on my neck, and I moan.
“Then dirty you up again,” he whispers.
I grin. “You’re insatiable.”
“So are you.”
I laugh, my hand moving to his cock. “No arguments there.”