Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
T he private jet touches down at the Parisian airport, and Mallory feels a mixture of excitement and anticipation as they disembark. The city of romance awaits them, yet there is a new development that has caught her off guard.
As they make their way through the airport, Mallory can't help but notice the subtle change in their itinerary. When they arrive at the luxurious hotel they are to stay at, the receptionist informs them of their suite.
"Mr. Black," the receptionist begins, "you and your guest will be in the Presidential Suite. It offers two separate bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, as per your request."
Mallory's heart sinks slightly at the mention of separate bedrooms. She turns to Sebastian once they are alone in the elevator, her expression a mix of disappointment and curiosity. "Why separate bedrooms? I thought we would be sharing a suite."
Sebastian regards her with a calm demeanor. "Mallory, I never share a room with a submissive."
Mallory blinks, processing his statement. She isn't sure why she had thought they would be sharing a room. They aren't a typical boyfriend/girlfriend couple. He is her boss, her father's best friend. He is only showing her this lifestyle. Eventually he will move on and so will she.
So, why does she feel so heartbroken at this idea?
Sebastian continues to speak, explaining, "In the BDSM lifestyle, certain protocols and boundaries are observed. It's important to maintain a clear distinction between our roles, especially when we are traveling for business."
Mallory has a flash of understanding and a hint of curiosity about this new aspect of Sebastian's life. "I see. So, this is about maintaining professional boundaries."
Sebastian nods again. "Exactly. It's essential to maintain the dynamics of our relationship. In the private bedroom, we can explore our personal connection, but in public spaces and shared accommodations, we must adhere to certain protocols."
Mallory nods, her disappointment easing as she understands the rationale behind Sebastian's decision. "I appreciate you explaining it to me."
Sebastian smiles, his gaze warm. "I want you to be comfortable and informed, Mallory. This trip is not just about business but also about deepening our connection and trust."
With their accommodation settled, they proceed to their suite, where the bedrooms are indeed separate, but the shared living spaces promise comfort and luxury.
As they settle in, Mallory can't help but appreciate the thought and care that Sebastian has put into ensuring their trip maintains the balance between their professional and personal lives.
The Presidential Suite at the luxurious Parisian hotel is a breathtaking sanctuary of opulence and sophistication. As Mallory and Sebastian enter, they are immediately immersed in an ambiance of elegance that speaks of timeless luxury.
The spacious living room is adorned with rich, warm hues of gold and cream, creating an inviting and regal atmosphere.
Sumptuous velvet sofas and plush armchairs surround a marble coffee table, and intricate chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow that adds to the room's enchantment.
Large windows adorned with heavy, silk drapes allow ample natural light to filter in, bathing the room in a soft, romantic radiance. However, it is the balcony that steals the show.
The balcony, accessible from the living room, is a private oasis suspended above the city of Paris.
It offers an unobstructed view of the iconic Eiffel Tower, which sparkles with thousands of lights as day turns into night.
A wrought-iron railing frames the balcony, providing a sense of security while allowing guests to fully embrace the panoramic vista.
A small bistro table and chairs are set up on the balcony, inviting guests to savor a glass of champagne or a romantic meal while gazing upon the Parisian skyline and the illuminated Eiffel Tower in the distance.
The gentle breeze carries with it the subtle scent of flowers and the distant melodies of the city, making it the perfect spot for moments of quiet reflection and intimacy.
The suite also features two bedrooms, each with its own bathroom adorned in marble and offering modern amenities. While the bedrooms offer privacy and comfort, the shared living spaces, including the grand dining area and the cozy reading nook, beckon for shared moments and relaxation.
"It's late, we should get some sleep," Sebastian announces, breaking her train of thought.
"Do you have an itinerary for these five days?"
"Normally my personal assistant makes that up for me, but with the changeover and everything I didn't have time to ask you to."
"Oh, do you need me to do that?"
"No, tomorrow I will be in meetings all day. I have an office here in Paris. We will leave at seven am to go over there. In the morning, I will go over everything with you."
"Oh, okay. Goodnight then." Mallory tries not to sound so cold. She is being a child and she knows it.
He is going to go to bed in his bed and she is going to go to bed in her bed. And what? Pretend they hadn't just fucked on the plane here?
"What's wrong?" His voice is closer; when she turns around he is only inches away from her.
"What do you mean?"
"I can detect a change in your voice and body language. Something is wrong."
"I'm not tired, but I might take a really hot bath and see if that will relax me to sleep," Mallory announces, ignoring his question.
She walks away into her bedroom. Her luggage is by her bed waiting. She will tackle that after her bath.
Women are complicated and this is exactly why Sebastian avoids relationships. He has been in several and he has even been married once. The headache is not worth it. Is he making a mistake mixing his business life with his private life?
Mallory is very young and very impressionable. Had he made a mistake by taking her virginity? He doesn't make mistakes. Sebastian knows he had taken her virginity because he wanted to.
But he will be damned if she walks away from him. He goes to her room and finds the bedroom door unlocked. Stepping inside, he hears the bath water running.
"You don't ever walk away from me," he demands, stalking into the room and grabbing her arms.
Fear flashes in her eyes. He hates himself for it, but fuck if it doesn't make his dick hard.
"Let go of me, you’re hurting me," Mallory cries.
He hauls her up to sit on the bathroom sink. "I haven't even begun to hurt you, little peach. I am only getting started."
His hand reaches out and rips her shirt open. "You belong to me, Mallory. You are mine," he growled, smashing his lips to hers in a hard kiss. Pushing his tongue in her mouth, he runs his hands over her body, yanking and tugging clothing off.
"You’re scaring me," Mallory says quietly.
"Good." He picks her up off the vanity. "Get on your fucking knees, little peach. I"m going to fuck your pretty mouth."
On her knees, Mallory doesn't even hesitate. She opens her mouth wide and lets Sebastian thrust his cock inside. His hand is wrapped in her hair as he pushes deep, his other hand guiding her head.
He wants her to understand that no matter what happens between them, he has a claim on her. She is his and he will never let her go. She belongs to him in every way.
After Sebastian comes in her mouth he turns and storms out of the bathroom. What is he doing? Is he proving a point to her or to himself? He doesn't want to get emotionally involved. He doesn't want to get attached, but he feels his resolve slipping.
He doesn't do relationships. He also knows Mallory wants more from him. Tonight he has proven to her that he is in charge. Tonight has proven to her that he is incapable of love and having a relationship.
So why does he feel like an asshole?