Chapter 29 I’ll Reward You At The End
I’LL REWARD YOU AT THE END
LILY
With my cheek resting on the cool, wooden surface, I watch Sebastian’s face and allow my mind to wander so that the anticipation doesn't cause me to combust on the spot as he continues to stroke my bare arse.
I’d spent the last hour staring at the door, praying he’d finally come upstairs. I’ve been horny since I woke up on Monday morning, and that need has only grown stronger every time I replay the events of Sunday night in my mind.
Which is happening at least twenty times an hour.
Speaking calmly, as though there isn’t a woman’s bare arse inches from his face, Sebastian discusses the goings on at two of his European clubs, answering various questions from his managers around accounts and some VIP clients that are due to come in.
Once they all begin discussing processes amongst themselves, he uses his right hand to slowly slide up the inside of my left thigh, inching closer and closer to where I'm already aching for him.
But when he reaches the apex of my thighs, he moves his hand to my left arse cheek and squeezes gently before massaging it, and moving to do the same with the other.
I bite back the frustration, shooting him a glare.
He smirks, watching me fight against my need for more as he gently strokes my arse, occasionally sweeping his finger over my arsehole teasingly.
He slowly opens the drawer to his left, pulling items out and placing them on the desk - a small butt plug and a bottle of lube.
A thrill of anticipation begins to roll through me in waves. Declan had rimmed my arse a few times on Sunday night, and Sebastian had pushed his fingers in deep three nights ago.
Both times, it had felt so dirty.
And so good.
He answers another question while he takes another pass over my virgin hole, seeing where my gaze has fallen. He taps his mouse, glancing at the screen briefly before looking back at me.
"Are you ready for this, Angel?”
I nod quickly, my breaths quickening, and watch in anticipation while he gets the bottle of lube, shifting it across his lap so that it isn't visible on camera.
Behind me, I hear the lid open. He slides my jumper further up my back and then pours the lube over my arsehole, letting it run down between my legs, and I gasp at the sudden cold.
He smirks, lightly tapping my arse. “Don't make a sound, Lily. Remember, if you're a good girl and stay quiet, you’ll get your reward.”
I nod quickly, trying not to squirm as the lube continues to slide downwards, and he clicks the mouse again, rejoining the meeting once more.
He uses a finger to circle the tight hole, dipping in slightly over and over, getting me used to the feel of something in my arse. It is the strangest sensation, but I enjoy it, sighing as I relax into his touch, and he pushes his finger further each time.
There is a slight burning at first, but I'm ready for more. When he pulls his finger out again, I wriggle against the desk, finding friction for my clit as the ache between my legs becomes almost unbearable.
He picks up the butt plug and runs it back and forth over my arsehole, teasing me briefly before slowly pushing it in.
I scrunch my eyes closed and open my mouth in a soundless gasp when the burning sensation returns, but it stops after a moment.
The plug is thicker than his finger had been, but I’m growing used to the feeling.
Then he presses a button on the remote in his hand, and the plug starts vibrating softly. I bite my lip against the urge to moan, keeping my eyes closed while the vibrations work their way through me.
"Good girl,” he whispers, and I smile at his praise.
Distracted by the plug in my arse, I fail to notice that he has produced another toy from his desk - a vibrator with an additional clit sucking head - until he presses the vibrator slowly into my pussy and turns it on low.
My breath comes out in a rush, and I bite down on my arm now to keep from making a sound as the sucker moves against my clit and the head inside me vibrates against my g-spot.
Opening my eyes, I pant as he begins working the vibrator in and out at a torturously slow pace, keeping my eyes locked on his as I fight everything inside of me that is screaming for more.
He clicks the mouse again as the voices on the screen continue to talk amongst themselves.
"You're doing so well, Angel. But I think we can do better."
He increases the intensity on the vibrator and watches with a small smile while I writhe on the desk soundlessly, panting, as I feel the orgasm building.
"What do you think, Sebastian?”
I have no idea how he has heard a word being said in this meeting, but he clicks the mouse again and answers the question.
"We need to reach out to the investors before we make a final decision on that one. Let's move on to the next item on the agenda."
His hand continues pumping the vibrator in and out of my pussy as he leads into the next part of the meeting, not skipping a beat.
Meanwhile, every part of me is burning up and I'm close to combusting. It’s almost impossible to think about anything other than the roaring in my head, but distantly, I hear a click again.
“Come for me, Angel. But remember, not a sound,” he commands.
Another click follows, and he returns to the meeting once again.
I grip the top of the desk and open my mouth in a silent scream as the orgasm rolls through me
He continues pumping the vibrator faster, using his other hand to press the remote again and increasing the intensity running through me from the plug in my arse. I writhe beneath the waves of agony and ecstasy.
Vaguely, I hear Imogen’s voice out in the hall, but have no time to react as a second orgasm rockets through me, and I'm a sweaty mess now while I grit my teeth, my fingers aching from how hard I’m gripping on to the top of the desk.
“Oh my. It’s about fucking time,” Imogen says, and I whip my head to the side to see her standing in the doorway, a tall blond man standing right behind her.
“Just once, I’m going to walk into this office and not find you fucking someone, Sebastian,” the man says, and I realise it’s Cam.
He looks a little different in jeans and a t-shirt, instead of naked with Sebastian’s cock buried in his arse.
My face heats up, and I move to stand up, forgetting about the plug in my arse for a moment. And of course, because apparently he delights in tormenting me, Sebastian turns the plug up higher, causing my eyes to roll back in my head, and I bend forward again, moaning.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Imogen says, and I crack an eye open to find her watching me, arousal showing in her expression as she leans back against her boyfriend’s chest.
“That’s everything for today. Thanks for your time, gentlemen,” Sebastian says, reminding me that the meeting had still been going. “What are you guys doing here?”
I keep my eyes on Imogen as I feel his hand glide over my arse, and the vibrations from the plug grow weaker. Guess he’s decided that’s enough torture for tonight.
“I forgot my laptop and needed to do some work tonight. Figured you might be up for a little play, as well, seeing as Cam decided to tag along,” Imogen replies, her eyes never leaving mine. “Guess we got here at just the right time.”
Another wave of arousal washes over me, and Sebastian chuckles, running his finger down from the plug to my clit.
“Even wetter, Angel? I think it’s safe to say that Lily likes the sound of that.” He slides his finger into my pussy, finding my g-spot immediately to stroke it.
Another moan slips from my lips, and Imogen runs her tongue along her lower lip while Cam slides his arm around her.
I should be horrified that they are witnessing this, but honestly, the way Sebastian is stroking my inner walls is all I can think about right now. Well, that and the obvious desire showing on Imogen’s face right now.
“What do you say, Angel? You wanted to explore what it would be like to have Imogen’s tongue deep in your pussy, after all.”
Imogen’s eyes flare. “Is that right, Lily? Liked what you saw on Friday night?” She keeps her eyes on me as Cam moves his hand downwards, unzipping the fly of her jeans to slide his fingers between her legs.
Her lips part slightly as she leans back against him and reaches up to grip the back of his neck.
“Answer her, Angel. Do you want to play with Imogen tonight?” Sebastian murmurs, pressing his lips to my arse cheek.
I gasp, nodding as his thumb finds my clit.
“Need to hear the words, Angel,” he says, moving his lips across to the other cheek and pressing them gently against my skin.
I shiver. “Yes, sir.”
“And how are you about this, Cameron?” Sebastian says, continuing to roll his thumb over my clit while stroking my g-spot, gripping my hip when my legs start to shake.
“It’s up to Imogen. But I’m okay with it.” Cam’s gaze is fixed on Sebastian behind me, a similar ripple of desire showing in his expression as he continues to play with his girlfriend’s clit.
“Miss Delphine?” Sebastian asks, and Imogen’s eyes snap from mine to his.
“I very much want to play with Lily while you help Cam with the very hard package pressing into my back,” she says with a smirk, before adding, “Sir.”
Sebastian chuckles. “In that case, come take over here and give my Angel the third orgasm she so desperately needs.”
My Angel, again? Did he mean to say that?
Imogen’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before she steps out of Cam’s arms. Sebastian’s hand disappears, and I whimper in frustration, denied the orgasm that had been so close.
He turns off the plug and slowly removes it, and I scrunch up my face at the unpleasant sensation. Imogen moves closer and runs her hand gently down my back.
“Can I kiss you, Lily?” she asks quietly. “As much as Sebastian wants me to just bury my face into this sweet little pussy, I feel like we should probably work up to that.”
I’m surprised she’s questioning Sebastian’s methods. I’d gotten the impression that everyone just followed his commands in the bedroom, but I guess she plays with him often enough that she has no problem pushing back when she wants to.
I straighten again and turn slowly to face her, my gaze meeting Sebastian’s over her shoulder. He nods once, running his gaze over me, no doubt checking once again that I really am sure of what I want. Imogen steps closer and cups my cheek, running her thumb over my cheek bone.
“I’m guessing this will be your first time with a woman?” she asks, and I nod, nerves jangling away inside me, even as the anticipation builds.
My gaze drops to her lips, and admire her ruby red lip gloss for a moment. Her lips curl upwards and she closes the small distance between us, pressing her chest to mine before lowering her head to kiss the spot just below my ear that makes my stomach flutter.
“We’ll take it slow, then,” she whispers in my ear.
Sebastian moves to join Cam, but my focus remains on Imogen as she slowly kisses her way down my throat, wrapping her arm around me while the hand at my cheek slides back into my hair.
My own arms automatically move upwards, and I hold her close, closing my eyes as I surrender myself to this new experience.
She finally moves back upwards, cupping my cheek once more, before tilting my face towards her and pressing her lips against mine in the softest kiss I’ve ever experienced.
I’ve often wondered what it would be like to kiss a woman, and experiencing it now, for the first time, I can understand why men enjoy it so much. Her lips are soft, and her lip gloss tastes amazing. When she swipes her tongue over my lower lip, I open my mouth to her automatically.
We kiss for a little while, tongue stroking gently against tongue while our hands explore. It’s obvious she has far more experience than me, and I follow her lead, mimicking each of her touches.
A groan behind me pulls my attention away from the beautiful woman in front of me, and I turn to see Sebastian standing behind Cam.
At some point while we’ve been kissing, both men have removed their shirts, and Sebastian has pulled Cam’s cock out from his jeans, sliding his hand back and forth along his very impressive girth while both men watch us hungrily.
“Lie back on the desk. You can watch our men play together while I taste that beautiful pussy,” Imogen murmurs in my ear, and I shiver at the feel of her breath on my skin.
Or maybe it’s because of the very erotic image she’s put in my head.
Or maybe… just maybe… it’s because she referred to the men as ‘ours’. Like I have some claim over the black-haired god who is jerking her boyfriend off.