Chapter 20
Sebastian
Hearing Mia call me sir makes my cock hard every single fucking time. I don’t know what it is about her, but I’ve never been this turned on before in my life. I think it’s because she’s so damn innocent when it comes to sex.
It’s obvious she’s not an experienced lover, and I have to admit, I fucking love that. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized the women I sleep with are aging along with me. They’re just as experienced, if not more than me.
Not that I’ve ever minded before. I always stuck to women my age.
I never thought about Mia in this way. Sure, I’d go to her father’s house and think she was a complete knockout, but my mind never went to thoughts of fucking her.
And I never thought I’d be here right now, asking to tie her up and blindfold her.
I kiss her skin, her beautiful fucking skin. “Move up the bed some,” I tell her, watching as she obeys me.
It turns me on, her obeying my every command. I blindfold her first, kissing her on the lips as I tie the band behind her head.
“Relax.” I move down the bed, binding her ankles and tying them to the posts at the edge of the bed.
She’s spread out before me, her pussy on full display.
She’s fucking gorgeous and my cock grows to life with just one look.
“I’m keeping your hands free because I want to watch you play with yourself as I jerk my fucking dick off.”
She bites that goddamn lower lip and I nearly groan out, thinking about changing the whole thing and finally fucking her instead.
I stand at the end of the bed, holding my dick with one hand. “I want to watch you play with your tits first.”
She reaches down, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples between her fingers.
“Does this turn you on?” I ask.
She moans. “Yes, Sir.”
I crack my neck to the side. “Fuck.” Hearing her call me sir does something primal to me. It makes me forget about everything going on in my life, like we can hide the rest of the world away and just worry about ourselves.
All of a sudden, I no longer care about having her fully submit to me. I want to make her happy instead.
But, I don’t stop.
I stroke my cock, running my thumb over the bead of pre-cum at the tip. “You make me so fucking hard, Mia. You turn me on. You make me want to come all over you.”
“Yes, please.” She continues playing with her round tits, and I lick my lips, remembering the way her pussy tastes.
“Take one hand and play with your hot cunt for me.”
She does as I say, and I watch with rapt fascination as she drags her fingers over her clit, circling the skin and dipping her middle finger into her pussy.
“That’s it, Mia. Keep playing with yourself for me.”
She’s moaning now, and I’m moaning right along with her, wanting to get closer to her. “I want to see you,” she cries out. “I want to watch you, too.”
I climb onto the bed, kneeling, and moving toward the blindfold. I remove it from her eyes, wanting her to watch me like I’m watching her. “Watch me fuck my fist,” I tell her.
Her gaze connects with my dick, and her eyes widen, watching me jerk myself off. It turns me on how she stares at me.
I’m on fire.
Her fingers move over her wet skin faster as she plays with her pussy. “Sebastian…” she moans out long and hard, “I’m so turned on.”
I move closer, so I’m kneeling between her spread legs. “Do you want this fucking cock?”
She licks her lips, nodding her head. “Yes, please, sir.”
“Sir, what?”
“Sir, please, fuck me.”
I smile, loving the words falling freely from her sexy lips. “You want this thick cock fucking you?”
She nods. “Yes, please.”
I’m working my dick in my hands, fisting it, pumping it so fast as my body heats up. “Fuck, Mia.” She’s using both hands to work her pussy, and I can’t stare anywhere else but at the way she finger fucks herself.
“Keep going.” I watch her. “Keep fucking yourself, Mia.”
She doesn’t stop, her eyes watching me as I jerk off. I haven’t been this turned on in a long time, and I love the way Mia’s making me feel. It’s like she’s this lifeforce I can’t contain, and I have to continually try to keep making her happy.
I want inside her pussy… bad .
I want to fuck her… hard .
And more than anything I want her tied up, blindfolded, screaming out my name as I nail into her harder than I ever have with anyone else.
Because Mia is unlike anyone I’ve ever met.
“Fuck, Mia,” I groan out, my body oh so close to coming.
“I’m coming,” she screams.
I pump my dick a few more times and then my body falls apart, my dick releasing all over Mia’s porcelain skin. I come on her leg, and then move up to her torso, and she runs her fingers through it, smearing it over her skin.
“I’m going to need another shower now,” she says, once our bodies have calmed.
I laugh a little. “We have all night to keep going.” And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
It’s been a few hours since I last fooled around with Mia. From the bed, to the shower, back to the bedroom. To the kitchen. We’ve been all over and every time I fool around with her, the more attached I get.
I need to be inside her.
We lie on the floor of my living room, on a big white, fluffy carpet. I hold her in my arms, my dick coming to life when I stare at the curve of her hip.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
She hums as she moves a tiny inch. “Yes.”
“Let me get some food in your belly.” I want to take care of this woman. I want to make sure every need she has is met by me.
I know we have a time limit. I know soon Jeremy will be here and we’ll be making our plans on how to get back to the States and what comes next.
I don’t think Mia and I will come next. I think everything we’re sharing right here and right now will remain here in London, without us.
It makes me sad, just a little. It makes me long for her, even though she’s lying in my arms right now. It makes me fucking depressed that I can’t give her the life she deserves.
I want to, though.
I stand from our cocoon we’ve made on the living room floor and head into the kitchen. Mia follows me, wearing nothing but an old t-shirt I found in a drawer.
“You look good in my old clothes.”
She laughs. “I never would have taken you for a Metallica fan,” she tells me, looking down at her shirt.
“I like all music.”
“Really?” She pops up onto the granite countertop, and I move in between her legs.
“Yep. Everything.”
“Even country?”
I laugh. “Sure. I like some country music.”
She laughs harder. “No way. I can’t picture it.”
I turn around to face her, kissing her lips harder so she knows how much I love doing it. “You don’t think a guy like me would like country music?”
She shakes her head. “Nope.”
“Man loses his wife, dog, truck. What’s not to love?”
She laughs harder, tossing her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. “What are you going to cook for me?”
I smile against her lips. “Whatever you want that I have in the pantry.” I glance over toward the pantry, remembering we don’t have much of anything in this house. “We may have to go out.”
“Ooh, I’d like to do that.”
I kiss her again, my body growing hungry for her so soon after just having her. “Get dressed.”
She hops off the counter and rushes up the stairs to put her clothes back on.
“And while we’re out, we can grab a few things.” We need clothes and toiletries, and I need to make sure we have enough to stay here a few days if needed.
Once we’re both dressed, we head out the door and walk to a shopping area a few blocks away. We hold hands, mainly because I want everyone to know this beautiful woman is mine, but also to make sure we don’t lose each other in the crowds.
It’s busy. People mill about and I keep Mia close.
“What do you want for dinner?” I ask, after we’ve purchased a few outfits and toiletries.
“I saw a grill on the back patio. How about a juicy steak?”
I could easily fall in love right now. Most women I date eat salads and never want to eat anything that’s not on their fad diet. “I love it.”
We continue our shopping trip in a small market, picking out two sirloins to toss on the grill.
A bundle of broccoli catches my attention, and I let go of Mia’s hand for a second. When I turn around, she’s nowhere to be found.
“Mia,” I call out. “Mia.” I scan the crowd, not able to see her anywhere. “Mia,” I shout again.
I race down the aisle, checking each area for Mia. I’m about to become frantic when I spot her not too far away.
“Mia,” I call out, and she turns around. “What are you doing?”
She stares into my eyes like she’s seen a ghost. “I thought I saw Enzo.”
“No way,” I say, there’s no way that motherfucker knows where we are.
“It looked just like him, but when I got closer I guess…” Her words fall away as she scans the crowd with worried eyes. “I swear it was him.”
I hold on to her. “I promise you. He has no way to know where we are.”
Mia nods, agreeing with me. “Ok, ok.”
I purchase our groceries and then shuffle her out of the store. She’s a bit shook up when we return to my place, and it pisses me off that she’s worried. I don’t want her to have to worry about a thing when she’s with me.
“Why don’t you have a glass of wine, and I’ll get the steaks started.”
Mia nods. “Ok, I like that idea.”
I take the steaks out to the grill and turn it on, hoping we have enough propane to handle the meal. It’s a nice evening out, and a soft breeze plays across my skin.
There’s a few stars making their appearance, and I like this domesticated feeling rushing through my veins.
Mia joins me after a few minutes with two glasses of red wine in her hand. “Here,” she says, handing one off to me.
I sit with her on the patio furniture while the steaks cook. I hold her close, hoping to banish the fear she’s clearly hiding away. “It wasn’t him,” I say.
“I know it wasn’t,” she says, but she doesn’t sound very convinced.
I hug her tighter, letting her know I’m here for her. But now I’m wondering if we can really trust Ronin Prince.
What if he told Enzo?
What if Enzo found out some other way?
Either way, I can’t wait for Jeremy to gather all the things so he can get here and we can straighten this mess out.
I still haven’t fully talked to Mia about her father, and what this all means for her. Or how she’s dealing with the news. I don’t know what to say to her and kind of hope she’ll bring up the subject first.
Because every time I even think about what Georgio DeWinter did to me, I see blood red.