Chapter 31 – Sydney
SYDNEY
I stare down at the phone in my hand. My other hand rests on my bedspread, my fingers drumming nervously on the duvet.
Not wanting to wait any longer, I take a breath and dial.
Maybe he’s still mad at me for going on a date. Maybe I’m still mad at him for crashing my date.
But he still picks up on the first ring, just like always.
“Good evening, Sydney,” Sebastian greets me, in a voice so dark and dirty it sends a shiver down my spine. He doesn’t even have the decency to pretend to be surprised by my call.
“I wasn’t sure you’d pick up,” I admit, drawing an idle pattern on my bedspread with my fingertip.
“Mm, why’s that?”
“The other night. I just… I haven’t seen you, and you haven’t called.” I would never have purposefully gone to their club, been so brazen about it. No wonder he was upset. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to talk to me after what happened.”
“There will never be a day I won’t want to talk to you, love.
” My breath catches, but he continues. “You caught me by surprise, that’s all.
Seeing you with another man. Him kissing you—” There’s a pause on the other end of the line.
“If I ever see another man’s hands on you again, I can’t promise it won’t get violent. ”
My thighs clench at that, my body betraying me. Hearing him be so possessive, it does something to me. I realize I’m turned on just by the idea that he would hurt someone to keep me.
“I need to ask you something,” I say, willing my voice to be steady. “And I need you to be honest with me.”
“Always,” Sebastian tells me.
I take a steadying breath. “Is Alec married?”
There’s no pause, none at all. “Yes,” he answers.
“And is she… What did it mean to him? What did she mean to him?”
A noise so low I can barely hear it. It might be a laugh. “Annika and Alec were never romantic. My brothers always treated her like a sister. Their marriage was never more than a piece of paper. One she asked for, for the record.”
They were telling the truth. Something loosens in my chest, hearing it.
“You were surprised I knew about her,” I remind him. “At the club, I mean.”
There’s a long pause before he answers. “I thought it was me,” he says. “I thought I… I thought I scared you away. In the stockroom.”
Lick it clean.
Heat floods my veins, my nerves suddenly alight. “No,” I murmur. “No, I wasn’t scared.”
A soft laugh. “What were you, then?”
I can’t answer him. I chew on my lip, pulse racing.
"You liked it, didn’t you?” Sebastian teases. “You wanted it.”
“Yes.” My voice is a soft sound, barely audible.
“You still want me, don’t you, love?”
I do. More than anything right now, I do. “Yes.”
“Prove it. Tell me what you’re wearing for me tonight,” he says. There’s something dark and dangerous in his tone, and I want more of it.
I wriggle back against my bedspread, sucking my lower lip between my teeth.
“Nothing,” I lie. “I’m not wearing anything at all.”
“Oh, my sweet Sydney…” He chuckles into the phone. “Tell me, why would you lie to me?”
I fucking knew it. My thighs clench involuntarily, and I ignore the throb his question elicits as I sit up.
“You told me there weren’t any cameras in my apartment,” I accuse, anger coloring my voice. “You promised me.”
“And I was honest with you. There aren’t any cameras,” Sebastian says smoothly. He doesn’t sound worried at all, completely unfazed by my anger. “Maybe I know you well enough to know when you’re lying.”
My heart races at what he says next.
“Or maybe I don’t need cameras to see you tonight.”
My eyes jump to my bedroom window. To the open curtains there. I swallow hard, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to get up and close them.
“Does that thought upset you, Sydney?” he asks. No kindness, no concern in his voice. Just a cold, almost clinical curiosity.
It should. I should be furious at him. It’s the worst kind of violation, stealing away my privacy.
But my body doesn’t seem to want to listen to reason anymore.
“No,” I say breathlessly into the phone.
Sebastian’s voice drops a little lower. “Does it frighten you?”
“Yes,” I admit readily.
A dark chuckle on the other end of the line.
“That’s good. You should be frightened of us. That’s smart. Now…” He exhales slowly. “Tell me the truth. What are you wearing for me tonight?”
This time, I don’t bother lying. “A black lace bralette,” I breathe into the phone. “And matching panties.”
His groan is barely audible. “I bet you look so good right now, Sydney,” he purrs. “I bet you look good enough to eat.”
Oh God. My hands inch down my stomach toward the waistline of my panties.
Sebastian tuts in my ear. “Slow down. What’s your rush? We have all night together.”
“I want it. I want you,” I say into the phone before I can stop myself.
“Show me,” he challenges.
I run my tongue over my bottom lip. “How?”
“Get one of your little toys. Show me exactly how much you want me.”
It takes me a few minutes to find the box shoved under my bed, but when I do, I give very little thought to which toy I grab. It’s my favorite, after all.
The one Ashton used on me.
“Good girl,” Sebastian praises as I sit back on my bed with the toy.
“What now?”
“Show me how much you want it, Sydney. Show me how you’d treat my cock if I were there with you.”
I hesitate, suddenly embarrassed.
“I’m waiting, love,” he prompts me.
Screw it.
I raise the toy to my mouth and run my tongue from the base to the tip. On the other end of the phone, Sebastian sucks in a breath.
So the quiet doctor wants to know what I’d do if he were here, in my bedroom? I’m more than happy to show him.
I let my tongue circle the tip of the toy before I bring it into my mouth, moaning as I do so. My thighs rub together as I work the toy between my lips, pulling it in and out slowly, rubbing my tongue over the base.
My mind replays that moment in the stockroom, with his hand in my hair and his fingers sliding over my soaking pussy. Filthy girl, he’d called me.
He has no idea how filthy I can be.
How filthy I want to be tonight.
I moan louder around the toy, pushing it as far into my throat as I can. I know he would do the same if he were here. He would force me to take every inch of him. He would stare at me with those intense blue eyes and shove his cock so far down my throat I’d choke.
“That’s it,” Sebastian’s voice says eagerly from the phone. “Fuck, you love it, don’t you? You love being a dirty whore for me.”
The words send a perverse thrill through me. I groan, giving the toy one last hard suck before pulling it from my mouth.
“Are you… Are you touching yourself?” I ask, panting.
Sebastian hesitates before answering. “No,” he says simply.
Oh. A wave of embarrassment washes over me, bringing an uncomfortable blush to my cheeks.
“Sydney… I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life right now. If I started touching myself, I wouldn’t last a minute. My pleasure can wait.”
I chew my lip, feeling strangely self-conscious, still.
“If you think that I’m not enjoying this, you’re wrong,” he insists. “Fuck, Sydney… I’m going to be thinking about this for months, imagining you sucking my cock like you sucked that toy. Like the good little whore I know you are.”
I need more, more of him talking just like that. I whimper, squirming on my bedspread.
“That’s not all you’d do if I were there, is it?” he asks.
“No,” I admit.
“I know what you really want from me. Say it.”
“I… I want you to fuck me, Sebastian.”
“Fuck, I love it when you say my name,” he groans through the phone. And I can hear it, hear how close he is to losing it even if he’s not touching himself. “Show me. Show me exactly how you want it.”
I practically rip my remaining clothes off.
I can’t show him exactly how I want it. Because what I want from him is what he gave me in the stockroom. I want him hard and rough. I want that fiery passion he hides away, that explosive lust.
I want him to possess me.
My vibrator is a poor substitute, unable to give me any of that. But, deep down, I hope he can see it in the way I move, the way I push the toy inside myself with a little too much force, the way I whimper and buck when it hurts.
I swallow a scream as I flick the toy to life.
“Fuck,” Sebastian breathes into the phone. “That’s it. Show me how you’d take me. Filthy fucking girl.”
I’m not gentle. I wouldn’t want him to be. I cry out as I fuck myself with it, pulling it almost all the way out and slamming it back inside me.
“Put me on speaker phone,” he orders. “If I were there, I wouldn’t be able to resist playing with your clit while we fucked. Do it.”
I fumble with the phone, hands shaking, but somehow manage to press the right button.
“That’s it. Fuck, you look so good right now. My filthy fucking whore. Don’t stop now, you know exactly what I want. Give it to me, love.”
With both hands free, I’m able to manipulate the toy and my clit at the same time. It’s wonderful, a perfect combination. It doesn’t take long before I feel myself building toward release.
“S-Sebastian!” I gasp, back arching off the bed.
“Fuck yes. That’s my girl. Show me how well you’d take it. Show me how much you crave my cock.”
Oh God. I’m right on the edge, nerves on fire.
“Come for me, Sydney. Be my perfect little whore and come.”
I’m shaking, legs trembling, fucking myself hard as the toy vibrates inside me, setting my body aflame.
“Now,” he orders.
My body obeys him instantly, like it was waiting for his permission. I scream his name, pussy clenching down hard on the toy inside me as I arch off the bed with the force of it. It feels like it lasts forever, the pulse of the toy inside me sending me over that cliff again and again.
Sebastian’s breathing is loud on the other end of the phone as I finally come crashing down, collapsing back against my bed. My body is limp, my muscles liquid, and it takes an ungodly amount of time to generate the energy to turn off my toy and slide it out of my body.