Chapter 8 Sebastian
Sebastian
She startled when the door clicked shut behind her, a soft sound swallowed by the silence that followed.
I caught the faintest whisper of her voice as she counted her steps. Careful. Hesitant. Until she stopped exactly where I’d instructed.
Fear rolled off her in quiet waves. But she’d come anyway. That said more than any word could. It told me in spite of everything, she wanted to quiet the chaos in her head.
“Are you lost, Pet?” I asked, deliberately lowering my voice.
I needed this. Needed to purge the pull she had on me before it cost me more than my control. If she was who I suspected—my employee—then this would blur lines I’d spent years keeping intact. But tonight wasn’t about logic. It was about need. Desire. Want.
She drew in a shaky breath, teeth catching on her lip before she forced the words out. “No, Sir.”
Her voice was small, but the steady and certain way she said Sir, tightened something in my chest.
“Good,” I murmured. I let the word hang in the air between us, a subtle reward for obedience.
I circled her slowly, the soft soles of my shoes silent against the floor. She stiffened when I moved behind her.
“Hands at your sides,” I instructed.
Her fingers twitched, releasing the hem of the baby doll before falling obediently into place.
My fingers brushed a lock of her hair off her shoulder. She trembled, but didn’t step away. The familiar peach of her shampoo soothed me. Ms. Rhodes always smelled like peaches and whoever this girl was in front of me was, I could pretend for the night, couldn’t I?
Mistress Vivienne had dressed her exactly to my specifications.
White.
Not for innocence in the traditional sense but because, in this world, she was a virgin. And I couldn’t wait to show her what she’d been missing.
“Breathe, Pet.”
She exhaled shakily, a sound closer to a sigh than obedience.
“Good,” I said again, lower this time. “You follow directions well.”
I stopped in front of her. Her head remained bowed as she’d been instructed.
I traced one finger down her jaw, not a caress, only an assessment.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
Her answer came out barely above a whisper. “To submit to you, Sir.”
A slow smile tugged at my mouth. “Then let’s get started shall we?”
I watched as her fingers itched to grab ahold of the fabric but didn’t.
“Hands,” I commanded.
She didn’t hesitate and raised both her arms up for inspection. I reached over to the table nearby and picked up the fur-lined cuffs. My hand circled her wrist, the one with the binary tattoo, and my cock twitched.
Mira.
It was her.
There would be no pretending tonight. I should walk away, I’d never mixed work with pleasure, but having her here, all of her assets on display, stripped any restraint I had to threads.
She was here, waiting, trusting me to lead her. To dominate.
My tongue swiped over my bottom lip as I carefully fastened the cuffs around her wrists, checking to make sure they were snug but not too tight.
She gasped when I stepped forward, raising her arms above her head.
I didn’t miss her resting her head on my chest as I secured her to the chain hanging from the D-ring in the ceiling.
I stepped back, enjoying how this position pushed her breasts together.
“Your safe word, Pet?”
Her chest heaved but she stayed still. “Red, Sir.”
Good Girl.
I picked up another item from the table and knelt in front of her, slipping my knee between her legs. “Spread your feet.”
She hesitated. My throat tightened. I cleared it, and she complied, allowing me to secure the spreader bar to her ankles. I moved around her, confirming the position, the spacing, the tension.
“Color?” I asked as my fingers brushed over my tools on the table, cool metal, soft leather, polished wood.
“Green, Sir.”
For a moment, I stood and simply watched her—contained, her breath steady, heartbeat visible beneath her pale skin. My thoughts twisted in a tangled mess.
She had no idea who stood before her. And maybe that was the only reason I could.
I’d lived my life in a spotlight I never wanted.
The spotlight was my father’s addiction, not mine.
My great-grandfather had come over from Scotland during a hard chapter, taking any work he could until he found steady footing in the food industry.
My grandfather built a life from that. But my father?
He took the name Reid from blue-collar and hardworking to high-stakes banking and millions earned—his proof, as he liked to say, that he’d clawed his way “out of the bottom.”
I didn’t mind the money or doors it opened for me.
What I hated was how both made it harder to disappear when I needed to.
Harder to hide the parts of myself that had no business making front-page news.
Especially my hobbies.
She wasn’t the first I’d had here. Others had been chosen carefully, women who didn’t ask questions and wouldn’t recognize me beyond this room, not with the masks and blindfolds. It was a system that had always kept me safe, a boundary between my life and my appetites.
But tonight that barrier was gone.
I selected the flogger and a small bullet vibrator from the table before turning back to her. “You understand what you agreed to tonight?”
She’d signed the contract, but paper wasn’t enough. I needed to hear her say it.
I pressed the button on the bullet, the soft hum filling the space, and lifted it to her cheek.
She jerked briefly, turning my direction, but her blindfold kept her in the dark. I could move around her like this, touch her here, there, and not only would she not see it coming but she’d be hopeless to do anything about it.
I traced the vibrator down her cheek, over her collarbone as I leaned toward her, pulling her earlobe into my mouth. She sighed and I bit down, causing her to squawk.
“I asked a question,” I stepped back, removing all touch and watched as she tried to follow the sound but she couldn’t.
Her lips parted, a tremor in her breath. “Yes, Sir.”
I reached out, tracing the bullet around the curve of her breast. “Yes, what?”
“I agree to your terms, Sir.”
Smiling, I let the device wander in idle, deliberate circles over her hardened nipples before continuing south, making her tremble.
“Who do you belong to tonight?” I asked, sliding the bullet beneath the band of her panties.
She wiggled, not sure what to do with the sensations.
“You, Sir.”
My smile widened as I lowered the vibrator to her core. She flinched when it grazed her clit, a sharp inhale escaping her. She was already wet, eager, and I’d barely begun.
This was going to be fun.
I pulled my hand back, leaving the bullet in place. “I’ll remind you only once, your orgasms are mine. You do not come until I say. Do you understand?”
She squirmed, hips shifting in tiny, desperate motions. The vibration wasn’t enough to get her there, just enough to torment her.
“Yes… Sir.” Her voice trembled.
I stepped behind her, dragging the flogger across her shoulders and down her spine. She whimpered and tried to swallow the sound; it slipped out anyway.
Circling her, I adjusted myself, cursing the parts of me that already wanted to deviate from my plan. Tonight wasn’t about giving in. Tonight was about giving her just enough to make her beg. Enough to make her want to come back.
I drew a slow breath and watched her until she trembled, the silence stretching and tightening around her.
Time to quiet the noise in her head.