Chapter 20 No Idea How Much Dirtier It Can Get
NO IDEA HOW MUCH DIRTIER IT CAN GET
SEBASTIAN
My sleep was once again nearly non-existent, my mind plagued with the image of Lily coming while I fucked her arse with my finger.
By the time the sun comes up, I know I need to get a handle on the situation, otherwise my emotions are likely to spiral out of control.
And that most certainly is the last thing either of us needs.
She’s sitting in one of my armchairs with a mug cradled in her hands, her bare legs curled beneath her, her arse barely covered by the oversized t-shirt.
If I was a weaker man, I would be having trouble looking away right now.
Especially with the way her long blonde hair tumbles over one shoulder.
But only if I was a weaker man…
“You’re up early,” I reply, glancing at her before continuing on into the kitchen.
“I slept better than I have in weeks. And I’m looking forward to getting down to the gym. I never even noticed that other room Annika was talking about, and now it’s all I can think about.”
The excitement in her tone has me pausing in the process of removing a cup from the cupboard above the sink, and I turn to study her.
I should have seen it immediately. She is holding herself differently. Her shoulders are no longer rounded as she folds in on herself, attempting to make herself appear small. Instead, she’s sitting tall. But it’s the relaxed smile on her face that really stands out.
Perhaps it isn’t too much to hope that her former self might be starting to reappear, after all.
“Have you started to look into dance classes?” I ask, turning back to continue making my coffee.
“Not yet. I was a little preoccupied last night.” I can hear the flirtation in her tone, but I keep my back turned.
“Oh really. And what might have kept you preoccupied?”
She snorts. “I don’t know. Maybe it was your finger up my arse.”
I shake my head as I turn with my cup raised to my lips, leaning back against the bench. “Oh, so you can talk about sex without blushing.”
She shrugs. “I spent a few hours going over everything that happened last night in my head. I figure, if I can let you do dirty things to me, the least I can do is talk about it without getting embarrassed.”
“Oh, you think that was dirty, do you?”
Her eyes widen while she watches me continue to casually drink my coffee.
“Um… Yes…” She sounds unsure, and I smirk behind my mug.
“Oh, Lily. You have no idea how much dirtier it can get.”
She swallows, and the blush she’d been keeping at bay creeps up her neck. I track the way she straightens further in her seat, and I can sense the shift in her arousal from here.
I’d spent the night trying to work out the best way to proceed with this whole arrangement.
Each of the people I sleep with need different things from me.
For Imogen, she likes it a little rough coupled with dirty talk and giving up complete control.
With Annika, she likes to bait me into spanking her and calling her a naughty girl, but we both know she will submit to be rewarded with orgasms. With Dante, he just wants to be fucked into oblivion after spending hours pleasing others.
Having only had a few encounters with Cam so far, I’m still working him out, but he wants to be pushed, to explore his limits.
Kresta, Sabrina and Daniella only come to me occasionally, and those interactions are purely transactional, all about taking the edge off for them.
The three of them have other avenues available to them for the most part, and most of our interactions have taken place at club nights, either on the bed for the initial show or when they’ve been feeling particularly horny.
But Lily? While she says she wants me to fuck her like I fucked Imogen, I know that isn’t the way things will work for her. After nearly a decade with an abusive and selfish husband, the last thing she needs is to be reminded of that when we play together.
I’m going to have to do things differently with her, and it’s going to mean tapping into a side of myself I rarely let out.
“I thought we might have a little excursion tonight. Would you like that?”
She clears her throat, shifting again. “Where are we going?”
I shake my head. “All in good time, Lily.”
She scowls at me, and it’s all I can do not to laugh. While I’m still not sure this is all a good idea, I have to admit it’s fun to tease her.
“Can you at least give me a hint?”
I consider her for a moment before replying. “We’re going to test just how serious you are about all of this.”
She clamps her mouth shut, but I don’t miss the way her eyes widen. Yeah, she’s turned on. It’s going to be an interesting evening.
After Lily changes and heads down to the gym, I go to my office to review the accounts that Imogen had put together for me on Friday.
I seldom take a full day off, but had been so busy yesterday, avoiding being alone with my thoughts, that I’d neglected the work on my computer in favour of helping with the manual labour downstairs.
“How’d things go last night?” Annika asks, appearing at the door within minutes of me sitting down, and leans her shoulder against the doorframe.
I roll my eyes and sigh, leaning back in my chair. “Have you put some sort of camera in here to know exactly when I walk in the room?”
She shrugs. “Maybe. Now answer the question. Did you give her what she needed?”
I raise an eyebrow as she flounces into the room and takes a seat in Imogen’s office chair.
“We’ll get to that. First, I’d rather discuss how much information you decided to give her when you offered up my services.” I level her with a warning glare as I cross my arms.
She shows absolutely no sign of remorse, simply raising her own eyebrow right back. “I’m sorry, I thought that was kind of what we do here.”
Leaning forward to rest my forearms on the edge of my desk, I give her a dark look. “I don’t, Annika. I might assist you and the others, but that assistance doesn’t extend to the clients.”
Her mouth falls open as she studies me. “Are you seriously comparing Lily to the clients?”
I sigh and shake my head. “No, I’m not. But she isn’t an employee here, nor is she someone that I’d entered into an arrangement with. You pushed all of that onto me last night, and I didn’t appreciate it.”
She narrows her gaze, quiet for longer than I’d thought was possible for her.
“So you’re not going to help her, then?” she asks finally.
I hesitate, wondering how long I can keep her guessing, but weariness kicks in. “I’m going to help her.”
She claps her hands together, grinning. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?” I ask, perplexed.
“That you weren’t as indifferent to her as you were trying to seem.”
I’m thrown off by that statement and struggle to respond for a moment. “That’s not… It’s not about me, Annika.”
She waves her hand through the air. “Oh, I know that’s what you think. But there’s something between you two, and I, for one, think you should explore it further.”
Annoyance rises within me once again, and I clench my jaw.
She gets up and moves closer, stepping around my desk to lean back against it, looking down at me with a knowing smile. “You’re thinking about how badly you want to punish me right now, aren’t you?”
“Apparently you know everything there is to know about me. You tell me,” I reply, battling between aggravation and arousal at the obvious sign that she wants to push me over the edge right now.
She pushes me back in my chair and straddles my lap, bringing her lips to my ear. “You want to spank me, don’t you, DeLuca? Fuck the insolence out of me and remind me who’s the boss around here?”
Growling, I stand, lifting her with me. Once I’m upright, I let her feet drop to the ground before spinning her around and pushing her down onto the desk. I yank her shorts and underwear down before smacking my hand against her left arse cheek.
“You’re right. That is exactly what I want to do.
” I smack the same arse cheek again, and she jolts before throwing me a sultry look over her shoulder.
“This is the real reason you came down here, isn’t it?
You wanted me to punish you for being such a brat.
” I smack her again, watching with satisfaction as her skin slowly turns red.
“Yes, sir,” she purrs, and I run my hand over to the other cheek, smacking it a few times to even out the colour.
Annika has always been into spanking, and is the only one I’ve used my hand against in this way.
While I am always in control, I have usually done so through words alone.
But Annika told me the first time we played together that she enjoyed this form of control, and because, in sexual relationships like the ones I have, it’s always about what the submissive enjoys.
So I’ve tailored our interactions to include spanking.
I think it’s why she’s such a brat most of the time, wanting to goad me into punishing her.
“Are you going to stay out of my business, pet?”
She grins over her shoulder. “Never.” I smack her again, and she moans, resting her cheek on the wooden surface.
“Get on your knees, brat. I’m going to fuck that insolent little mouth,” I tell her, and she slides off the desk before turning to drop to her knees in front of me.
I let her pull my cock out of my jeans, and once she opens her mouth, I thrust forward, shoving it right down her throat. I hold her head, forcing her to hold my gaze as I fuck her mouth hard, and she takes it without flinching, slipping her hand between her thighs and playing with her clit.
This is our dynamic when we play solo. No one else manages to push my buttons like this woman does, and she gets off on it. Like I get off on fucking this delicious little mouth.
“That’s right, pet. Remember who’s really in charge around here. I can see those fingers working their way between your thighs. You fucking love how I’m using your body right now.”
She moans around my cock, and I keep going, knowing I’m nowhere near close to coming in her mouth.
She continues rubbing her clit while I hold her head in place, and her moans grow louder, strangled by my cock slamming to the back of her throat.
When I can tell she’s close to coming, I pull out and rip her hand away.
“You’ll come when I decide you come, pet.”
She lets out a frustrated moan, and I grin, pulling her up and turning her back towards the desk.
Bending her forward again, I grab a condom from the top drawer of my desk, rolling it on quickly before thrusting into her in one quick, hard thrust. She cries out and grips on to the top of the desk as I set a punishing pace, smacking her arse every few thrusts and enjoying the little cries she lets out each time.
As she climbs closer to orgasm, I push my thumb into her arse, and she goes off like a rocket, moaning as her body shudders. After she stops quivering, I drive myself into her harder, chasing my own release.
The orgasm rips through me, the rush of endorphins easing some of the annoyance I’d been feeling. Though not quite enough to have completely forgiven her for interfering.
Once we’ve cleaned up, she turns back to me, studying me for a moment. “Are we good?”
Sitting back down at my desk, I cock my head as I study her. “Mostly. But I really would prefer if you don’t go offering my services to anyone else.” I hold her gaze, ensuring she can see the lingering annoyance in my expression.
A small smile plays over her lips. “But she’s not just anyone. And you know it.” And on that truly frustrating note, she skips out of the room, leaving me to scowl over her words.