SHORT STORIES 12 #2
“Six months is a long time,” he said quietly, tracing a finger down my chest. “We have plenty of time to explore everything. But for now, rest. Maria will bring lunch up soon. After that, we can talk more about expectations.”
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion, relief, and lingering arousal. This was real. I was here, in his bed, committed.
Chapter 2
Lunch arrived on a tray carried by Maria, who knocked politely before entering. She set it down on the low table in the sitting area without comment about our state of undress, then left with a quiet smile. Sebastian and I ate grilled chicken salads and fresh bread in comfortable silence at first. I felt surprisingly at ease after what we had done. The reality of my new situation was sinking in, but the money was already secured, and Sebastian seemed patient and attentive rather than demanding.
“You’re quiet,” he observed, pouring us both iced tea. “Second thoughts?”
I shook my head. “No. It’s just a lot to process. One day I’m worrying about rent, the next I’m here… naked in a mansion with a man who just… you know.”
He chuckled softly. “Who just came in your mouth. Yes. And you handled it beautifully. How did it feel for you?”
I thought for a moment. “Different. Intense. Not bad at all. Actually kind of hot once I got into it.”
Sebastian’s eyes darkened with interest. “Good. Because I plan to enjoy you often, and I want you to enjoy it too. We’ll go slow today. Explore. No rush.”
After lunch, he suggested a swim. We walked down to the private pool area, towels in hand. The garden was secluded, surrounded by tall hedges. The water was warm from the sun. I dove in first, enjoying the freedom of being naked outdoors. Sebastian joined me, his body cutting through the water with strong strokes. We swam laps, then floated side by side near the shallow end.
He pulled me close in the water, our wet bodies sliding together. His hands roamed my back and ass as we kissed deeply. I was hard again quickly, my cock pressing against his thigh. He gripped both of us together, stroking slowly underwater. The sensation was incredible.
“Inside,” he murmured against my lips. “I want you in my bed again.”
We dried off quickly and returned upstairs. Sebastian dimmed the lights and turned on soft music from hidden speakers. He laid me down on the huge bed and spent a long time kissing every inch of my body—my neck, chest, nipples, stomach, and finally my inner thighs. When he took my cock into his mouth, I moaned loudly. His technique was expert: slow, wet, with just the right pressure and occasional deep throat that made my toes curl.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, hips twitching. “Sebastian… I’m going to…”
He didn’t pull off. I came hard down his throat, and he swallowed every drop, licking me clean afterward.
My turn came next. He taught me more about sucking him—how to relax my throat, use my tongue on the underside, play with his balls. I practiced eagerly, finding genuine pleasure in the sounds he made and the way his powerful body responded to my efforts. When he came again, I swallowed without hesitation, proud of myself.
We rested, talking quietly. He told me about his work in tech investments, how he valued privacy and control in his personal life. I shared more about my dead-end jobs and the desperation that led to the auction. The conversation felt natural, almost like getting to know a new lover rather than a transaction.
As evening approached, Sebastian grew more focused. He retrieved a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms from the bedside drawer.
“Are you ready to try more?” he asked, watching my face carefully. “We can stop anytime.”
I nodded, nerves and excitement mixing. “I want to try. Just… go slow.”
He kissed me reassuringly. “Always.”
Sebastian spent a long time preparing me. First with his fingers, one at a time, slick with lube. He found my prostate and massaged it until I was whimpering and leaking onto the sheets, begging for more. Two fingers became three, stretching me gently but thoroughly. The fullness was strange at first, then intensely pleasurable.
When he finally positioned himself between my legs, condom on and generously lubed, he looked into my eyes.
“Breathe and push out a little as I push in,” he instructed.
The head of his cock pressed against me. There was pressure, a brief burn as he breached the ring of muscle. I gasped, gripping his shoulders. He paused, kissing me softly, whispering encouragement until I relaxed. Inch by inch, he filled me. The sensation was overwhelming—full, intimate, a deep stretch that bordered on too much but never crossed into pain because he was so careful.
Once fully seated, he stayed still, letting me adjust. “You feel incredible,” he groaned. “So tight and hot.”
After a few minutes, I nodded. “Move.”
He started slow, long strokes that dragged across my prostate with every thrust. Pleasure built steadily. My cock hardened again between us. Sebastian wrapped a hand around it, stroking in time with his hips. The rhythm increased gradually. Skin slapped against skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“Harder,” I heard myself say, surprised at my own boldness.
He obliged, pounding into me with controlled power. Sweat slicked our bodies. The bed creaked beneath us. I came first, untouched except for his hand, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My muscles clenched around him, pushing Sebastian over the edge. He buried himself deep and shuddered through his own orgasm.
We collapsed together, breathing hard. He disposed of the condom and cleaned us again with a warm cloth, then pulled me into his arms. For a long time, we just lay there, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
“That was… wow,” I managed finally.
Sebastian smiled against my hair. “It only gets better. We have six months to learn exactly what makes you lose control.”
Over the next few days, a routine began to form. Mornings often involved workouts in the home gym together. Afternoons might include swimming or reading in the garden. Evenings were for pleasure. Sebastian was a thorough teacher. He showed me different positions—me riding him, taking him from behind while bent over the sofa in the bedroom, even in the shower where the water made everything slippery and intense.
I discovered I loved giving him pleasure as much as receiving it. Sucking him while he sat in his study chair, edging him for nearly an hour until he finally allowed release. Letting him fuck my throat gently. Exploring his body with my mouth and hands.
Maria and the small staff remained discreet. Meals appeared on time, the house ran smoothly, and no one batted an eye at our obvious relationship. Sebastian took me shopping one day for better clothes suited to his lifestyle—nothing extravagant, but quality pieces that fit perfectly.
By the end of the first week, the transactional feeling had faded. There was real chemistry between us. We talked about books, movies, ambitions. He listened when I spoke about wanting to eventually build something of my own. I learned about his past relationships and why he preferred this kind of clear arrangement.
One night, after a particularly passionate session where he had me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, driving into me with deep, powerful strokes that left me hoarse from moaning, we lay tangled together.
“Stay beyond the six months if you want,” he said quietly, surprising me. “Not as part of the deal. Just… because we both enjoy this.”
I looked at him, tracing the line of his jaw. “I might. We’ll see how the next months go. But right now, I’m happy I took the risk with that auction.”
He kissed me deeply. “So am I, Casey. So am I.”
The days blended into a haze of discovery, pleasure, and growing connection. Whatever the future held after six months, I knew this experience had already changed me forever.