Lustful Secrets

Chapter 1

Chapter One

M allory strides back into the party, her heart pounding.

Sebastian has been flirting with her all night and she is sure he is just leading her on.

She has yet to see him out of his clothes and she has yet to see what it feels like to be loved or wanted by him.

She is a virgin, and part of her has always hoped he would be her first. It is a fantasy that occupies her mind during moments of loneliness and masturbation.

She lets her mind drift back to the night of her own birthday party.

Four months ago, during her twentieth birthday party, Mallory had been feeling overwhelmed by the crowds and escaped to the garden for some fresh air. It was dark outside, but there he was – Sebastian.

She was drunk from peach schnapps, something her parents were blissfully unaware of, and despite being slightly embarrassed at being caught staring at him, she answered truthfully when Sebastian asked if she was having a good time.

The conversation went on, growing more and more intimate, before shifting to her virginity.

Feeling her face flame and grateful the darkness of the night hid it, she admitted that she was still a virgin.

And then, gathering the courage the alcohol provided, she admitted she wanted him to be the one to take it from her.

Instead of rebuking her or lecturing her about their age difference and drinking, he stepped closer until his body was almost against hers in the back wall of the pool house.

"Have you thought about my dick in your pussy before?" he questioned in a deep voice.

His question took her breath away and she could only nod in response.

"Do you touch yourself thinking about me?" He leaned in closer, his hands caging hers on either side, so close but not touching.

Licking her dry lips nervously, Mallory could only nod again.

A low growl escaped his throat as he looked upon her. "I don't fuck like a normal man, little peach," he said softly. "I have stipulations. I have demands. I have dark desires I don't think a girl like you could handle."

Her body tingled with a mix of fear and excitement at his words. His intense gaze pinned her in place as he barked an order. "Take your panties off."

Panic rose within her body as she stammered, "Wh-what? Here?"

He gave a half laugh but his eyes remained heavy with lust. "I'm not fucking you tonight," he said, low and menacing. "If you ever want me to fuck you, don't make me tell you again."

She was frozen in place, unable to move or respond to him. What did he mean by taking her panties off if he wasn't going to fuck her? She had no time to ponder it further because heated moments passed between them before Mallory stuttered, "I–I'm missing my party."

But instead of allowing her to leave, he stepped closer and pulled her into his chest possessively. His whispered words dripped with dark desire as he breathed into her ear, “Your nipples are hard, little peach. I want to suck them through your dress, but I only reward good girls."

"What do you do to bad girls?" Her voice sounded foreign to herself, but she was curious.

He grabbed her arm, his grip painful. His eyes blazed as he dragged her into the garden, away from the music and laughter coming from the party. Until they were so far in that no one could find them.

Sebastian sat on the concrete bench before pushing her down over his lap. She yipped in shock but before she could even comprehend what was happening, he had already pulled up her dress, exposing her white cotton panties.

"What are you doing?!" she cried out, struggling against his hold.

"Showing you what I do to bad girls." He spoke calmly as he ripped her panties off. His hand descended on her bare ass with a loud smack.

She yelped again in pain and surprise. He gritted through clenched teeth, "If you keep making noise someone's going to catch us." Then he delivered two more stinging blows.

He let her stand in front of him, and tears started rolling down her face. Her bottom was still smarting from his hard hand.

"You spanked me," she accused him, backing away from him.

"Yes, so I did." There was a darkness in his gaze that made her heart flutter nervously. "I told you, I have dark desires."

"I didn't like it when you spanked me."

"I didn't ask you to like it." He narrowed his eyes as he studied her face. "Are you sure you want to play my game, Mallory?"

She knew what he was asking her. The realization made her pulse quicken. It felt like he was testing her, seeing if she could be the girl he needed.

"Yes, sir," she responded softly, bowing her head.

His eyes burned into her and she felt scorched by the heat she felt from his gaze.

"Good girl." He sounded pleased. He lifted her chin so she could look at him.

"If you're going to play with me, you need to understand the rules.

I'm not your boyfriend. You don't respond to me with sweet little nicknames or call me 'baby.

' You will call me Sebastian in front of your family, as usual. In private, you will call me Sir."

Mallory stood perfectly still, shivering with desire, feeling like she couldn't move. Sebastian's gaze landed on the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell.

Reaching up, he pulled the top of the dress over her shoulder, exposing her bare breasts to him. They were round and firm, begging for his mouth to suck them.

"Don't move." He spoke quietly, palming her breasts with his hands. "I have watched your tits all night in this dress," he admitted, sliding his hands down her sides and causing her to shift.

"Don't move when I touch you," he ordered, sliding the dress over her round ass and letting it fall.

Leaning forward, he kissed her chest, just between her breasts. Standing, he circled her body. "Lay on the bench."

Quickly she moved to do as he instructed. She laid along the concrete bench, sucking in a breath when the coldness hit her naked body. She was naked, sprawled out under the full moon for him to see.

"Touch yourself, little peach. Show me how you pleasure your body."

Staring up into his eyes, she did as instructed, hesitantly at first. She moved her hands over her breasts, feeling the soft curves and nipples she wanted Sebastian to suck.

She pinched them gently between her fingers, rolling them around until they were hard.

With each movement of her hands, she felt a warmth spread throughout her body.

Her breathing became deeper and more ragged as she slid one hand down her stomach, feeling the quiver in her belly as it traveled lower.

Sebastian watched hungrily as she touched herself in places only he had ever seen before.

Her fingers toyed with her pussy before finally finding its way to her clit.

Sebastian crouched down beside the bench and spoke softly. "Good girl," he praised as he reached out to brush away some of the hairs from Mallory's face that had gotten caught in sweat. "Now rub your clit." His voice was low but stern.

She did as he said, slowly rubbing her clit. She felt embarrassment under his stare, but more–she felt empowered and turned on.

Mallory's cheeks flushed as she spoke the words, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Will you touch me, sir?"

"No," he replied coldly, his gaze never leaving hers. She felt a shiver run through her body at the rejection and she tried to quell her disappointment.

Determined not to be denied her pleasure, Mallory arched her back and began rubbing circles over her clit, her breaths coming in shorter and quicker bursts.

Sebastian's voice was thick with desire as he instructed her to insert one finger into her pussy and move it in and out.

His hand closed over hers, guiding the thrusts.

He coaxed her to add another finger, increasing the intensity of her movement.

"Use your other hand to rub your clit for me," he said gruffly, and Mallory complied eagerly.

His eyes glazed over as he watched her bring herself closer and closer to climax.

Finally, he granted permission for Mallory to come, and with a loud cry she did so, her body convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm that rocked through her.

When it had subsided, Sebastian grabbed her hand again and brought it to her lips. "Suck it clean," he demanded. She complied without hesitation, feeling both embarrassed yet still aroused.

Then, without another word, Sebastian melted into the darkness, leaving Mallory alone to redress and calm herself down before she returned to her party.

When Sebastian enters the room Mallory is brought back to the present moment. Everyone is gathered around her father as someone brings out his birthday cake. Mallory stands to her father's right side, her mother to his left, and Sebastian beside her.

He is standing so close to her that their arms brush against each other every time one of them moves. He's so close that she smells the woodsy smell of his after shave. She can't help but stare at him.

He's dressed up, like always, in a tailored black suit.

His dark hair is cut short and slicked back, and he's wearing a silver watch that she has seen on him before.

He's looking straight ahead, ignoring everyone in the room, as he sips his glass of scotch.

His face is relaxed, and his strong jawline and firm lips look even more perfect up close.

The party continues and Sebastian continues to ignore her presence. She feels heartbroken and distraught, and anger begins to stir.

He's not yours. At least not in public. Get over it or you are going to ruin what you do have with him , she orders herself.

An hour later she sneaks off to her room for the night. Once inside she leans against her door and lets the tears fall.

She wants more from Sebastian Black. Mallory wants what she will never have. What he made clear he could never give her.