Chapter 62
Sebastian
I’m at the office catching up on some paperwork when my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number but something tells me to answer it.
I click the green button and press the phone to the speaker.
“I know you have my wife,” Nate’s voice comes through.
I don’t say anything.
“Say something asshole,” he grits out.
“What would you like me to say Nathan?” I ask him casually, leaning back in my chair.
“You better not fucking touch her!” he yells suddenly.
“You mean how you did?” I growl back at him.
Nate responds back haughtily “That’s different, she’s my wife. I can touch her however and whenever I please.”
This piece of shit motherfucker.
Schooling my anger, I put my feet up on my desk taking a moment before responding. “What if she touches me? ”
“What?” He shouts “She wouldn’t do that! She loves me. We were going to run off together and start fresh. We had fucking plans and you ruined them.”
This guy is crazy. Certifiably insane. I’m not sure what exactly is going on in his head but at this point I don’t even care. I also don’t feel bad for what I’m about to say. I grab the phone holding it close to my face before responding.
“Wrong, Nate. She did touch me. She straddled my face just the other night. She fucking smothered me with that beautiful pussy while I licked her fucking clean like she was my last meal.” I grin to myself, replaying the events I have burned into my memory.
“She didn’t stop there though Nate. She sucked my dick like a porn star. Deepthroating me and swallowing my load down while cumming on my face for the second time.” I adjust my already-hard dick in my pants, wishing I was back home with Riley and not talking to this asshole.
“You’re a fucking liar,” he says, sure of himself. “Riley has never even asked for me to do that to her. I’m sure she wouldn’t even like it. I’m coming to save my wife from you. You better watch out.”
He hangs up before I can respond, leaving me perplexed.
Did he just admit to never giving Riley oral before? Was I her first? Did this man never reciprocate any kind of pleasure to her? Does she even know how fucking amazing sex with someone who isn’t selfish can be? My phone rings again and I answer it, ready to tell this asshole what a selfish prick he really is.
“What do you want now asshole?”
“Well that’s no way to greet your friend,” Andre chuckles over the line. “Still sex deprived I see.”
“Sorry” I sigh out. “Nate just called my phone threatening me.”
“That’s actually what I was calling about.” Andre responds. “Nate’s in town.”
“What?” I say, as my body tenses. I put Andre on speaker and shoot a quick text to Riley’s phone.
‘ You ok little mouse?’
A minute goes by with no response.
Grabbing my keys I swiftly stand from my chair and head out of my office. Riley had an appointment today. What if Nate saw her? What if he’s following her? He could kidnap her again.
“Fuck” I grit out, pressing the elevator button multiple times. “I have to find her. She’s not answering my text.“
“Calm down Sebastian. I just pulled up her tracking. It’s showing her at your apartment. Just tell her to keep a lookout and it might be best if she doesn’t go anywhere alone for a bit.”
“Agreed,” I respond before hanging up.
I immediately call Riley’s phone but it just rings a few times before going to voicemail. I know Andre said her tracking is showing at my apartment but I’m still left feeling uneasy as I jump into my car and pull out of the parking garage to head home. By the time I pull up, I've called her at least a dozen times and she still hasn’t answered. I can’t tell if I’m more nervous that something has happened to her or angry if it hasn’t because she hasn’t answered my calls. Walking into the apartment I notice the lights are dim.
“Riley?” I yell out. “Riley!”
I walk into my bedroom and can hear the shower running. My shoulders instantly relax.
“Riley, are you ok?” I ask knocking on the bathroom door.
“Umm ya” she says, shutting the shower off. “I actually wanted to umm, talk to you. Could you go sit out on the couch? I’ll be out in a minute.”
My stomach turns. Talk? What does she want to talk about? Fuck, what if she’s going to move out? I stalk out to the couch and sit down, running my hand through my hair when my eye catches on the black silk piece of fabric nicely folded, perfectly centered on my coffee table.
Now I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I definitely put that away the morning after our handcuff endeavors, which means she pulled it back out. She had to have purposely put it out here, right? I hear the bathroom door open and before I can question myself further I grab the blindfold and put it around my head, covering my eyes before leaning back on the couch. I hear her footsteps approach me and a low giggle escapes her.
“What’s so funny?” I ask
“The blindfold was supposed to be for me, Sebastian.” She says as her hand reaches behind my head and unties the fabric. It flutters down to the couch and I’m left staring at Riley standing in front of me wearing a lace red bra and panty set.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, rubbing my hand down my face. “Don’t tease me Riley. I’m trying to give you space but we’re treading a thin line here.”
“I had my therapy session today,” she says.
Well that’s not where I thought this was going, I think to myself.
“I was telling the doctor about some of my concerns. I couldn’t understand how after what my hus…what Nate did to me.” She pauses.
I grab her hand and pull her down. She drops to her knees on the floor in front of me. I tilt her chin up when she doesn’t look right at me.
“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.” I say.
She blows out a breath “I told the therapist about the other day. Not the whole thing,” she rushes out, “just the beginning when you carried me into bed and pinned me there. How the thought of you just taking me against my will made me…” she stops so I nod my head, eager to he ar her say it.
“It made me wet, Sebastian. It was different than when he forced himself on me. The thought of you doing it turned me on. I thought there was something wrong with me. After everything that’s happened, how could I feel like that?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you Riley” I say quickly.
“I know that now, and I don’t think I’m ready for full on sex yet but I also can’t keep pretending my body doesn’t feel anything when you’re around.” She says as her hands glide up my thighs.
My dick immediately hardens in my pants. Say the words Riley, I think in my head. I sit there silently begging her to say what I hope she is going to say while she stares at me.
“Tell me what to do Sir,” she says, looking up at me and fuck if I don’t have to stop myself from cumming in my pants right then and there.
“Unzip my pants little mouse,” I reply, unbuttoning my shirt.
She eagerly unzips my pants and my dick bursts free. This time I get to see her reaction and watch her as she licks her lips and looks back up at me.
“Lick it like you just licked your lips” I say.
She leans down and takes her tongue, licking from the base of my dick up to the tip and back down again before repeating this on the other side. Her mouth comes back over the tip and she sucks on it, causing me to hiss. I push her hair that has fallen forward out of her face and wrap all of it around my fist gripping it tightly.
“Suck,” I command and she does, moving her mouth up and down, sucking on her way back up. I guide her movements up and down faster, gripping her hair.
“You’re fucking perfect.” I praise her “Your mouth was made for my dick.”
She moans around me, her mouth so full I know she’s probably struggling to catch her breath but she doesn’t try to pull away. She’s so fucking perfect, she really is.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan out. “Hollow your cheeks sweetheart and relax your throat. Let me fuck this pretty little mouth.”
She moans again, relaxing her throat just like I told her to.
I pull out, giving her a chance to catch her breath and ask her, “You ready, baby?”
She nods yes and that’s all the confirmation I need before pushing her head all the way back down on my dick and holding her there while I brace myself with my other hand and thrust up into her mouth from below. Her eyes go wide and tears form in the corners but she doesn't try to pull away. A few pumps is all it takes before I’m spilling my load down her throat. I grab her and quickly pull her onto my lap.
“Did you swallow it all, little mouse?” I ask.
She nods yes as I slam my mouth down on hers, tasting myself on her tongue.
“Good girl,” I growl out before ripping her panties off of her, causing her to gasp. I thrust two fingers up into her, instantly feeling her slickness.
“Do you feel that baby? That’s what I do to you. Feel how fucking wet you are for me.”
She whimpers, rocking her hips against me.
“That’s right little mouse, ride my fingers. I need to know you're ready for when you finally take my dick. You’re so fucking tight,” I say as I thrust into her faster.
I grab her hair, pulling back and causing her tits to push into my face. I lean forward, latching onto her nipple, sucking and swirling my tongue around it, causing her to moan.
Using my thumb I rub back and forth over her clit and she gasps, riding my fingers even faster, her pussy clenching down on my fingers before she comes all over them, immediately falling forward onto me gasping for breath.
“You’re fucking beautiful Riley” I say as I grab the back of her neck and tilt her face up to me sweeping my tongue into her mouth once more.
I pick her up, carrying her to the bedroom before laying her down on her side and pulling her back against my front. Within minutes she’s fast asleep and not long after I drift off as well.