Chapter Five.
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Sebastian expected her to unzip his pants next, but she didn’t. Instead, she lowered her head and pressed a soft, lingering kiss over his bulging erection.
When she lifted her head, she held his gaze and winked, while her fingers squeezed and caressed his bulge.
The drawn-out torture was driving him crazy, and a wicked spark in her eyes told him she was thoroughly enjoying this.
Sebastian was in utter disbelief. Where the hell had this siren come from? He couldn’t believe he had overlooked her for all these years. Though, come to think of it, her passion was the same as it had always been, she had just never been this daring.
Her hands kept fondling and caressing him until Sebastian was groaning and hissing at every touch.
Beth was drunk with power. To have this man, who just six months ago couldn’t stand being in her bed, now groaning and hissing as she pleasured him was unbelievable.
The timid woman she used to be, would never recognize the formidable siren in control tonight.
He was so big and Beth knew she would lose her composure the second she freed him, so she drew out his suffering.
His size had always impressed her, and suddenly, memories of all those nights flooded her mind. The nights he had taken her with furious, frantic passion.
Almost as if he’d been punishing her for desiring him. Of course, she now knew he was.
Either way, she couldn’t deny how good it had been. But the game had changed. Now she was going to feed that same anger and resentment right back to him, making every single second as agonizing and torturous as possible.
For five years, she had been the passive party in this marriage, subject to his every whim, mood, and demands. Now, the power had shifted. Clad in nothing but lace, Beth she was in total control.
She could see the helpless hunger in his eyes and it was intoxicating. There was a difference in the way he looked at her this time around compared to before. The icy composure was gone, replaced by a raw hunger that left no doubt: he wanted her.
Satisfied with the agony she had wreaked on his composure, Beth went ahead and unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing cock.
“Perfection.” She purred, then wrapped her hand around his thickness and began stroking him, slowly moving her hand along his length and it was pure torture for Sebastian who couldn’t hold back a moan.
His head fell back against the pillows with his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as he fought a losing battle.
His throbbing cock ached relentlessly, its sensitive tip already glistening with a slick layer of moisture.
Every single fantasy he had ever harboured, and every past encounter with other lovers, paled in comparison to this.
Beth took it even further when she parted her lips and took him in her mouth, wrapping her sinful lips tightly around him.
She teased the sensitive tip first, swirling her tongue and sucking him before taking more of his massive length into her throat and before long, she was bobbing her head.
Slowly at first and then faster the longer she went on.
Sebastian loved every single second of it.
His fingers sank into her silky blonde hair, gripping it tightly as Beth threatened to suck the very life out of him. It felt so fucking good and he didn’t want it to end.
She knew exactly how to touch him, exactly how much pressure to apply, and exactly how to drive him to the brink of sanity. Her tongue worked over him, driving him crazy with intense pleasure until he was moaning and grunting loudly.
He was so close to losing it and was moments away from an explosive climax.
“Elizabeth... wait,” Sebastian groaned, his vision blurring as he gripped her shoulders. “I’m close... I’m going to...”
He was so close, so close and then... nothing.
Beth pulled her mouth away with a slick, deliberate pop, denying him the release he was desperately chasing. Sebastian let out a rough, defeated groan, unable to mask his frustration.
He could only stare at her, his eyes dark and pupils dilated with arousal.
Then she rose above him, positioning herself over his thick length. Pushing her lace panties to the side, she lowered her body and took his cock, inch by inch until he was fully sheathed in her flesh.
The sensation was overwhelming and Sebastian threw his head back as a hoarse cry broke from his throat.
Her cunt gripped him tightly and Beth barely gave him a moment to catch his breath. She began moving almost immediately, riding him with a fierce, greedy intensity, accelerating her pace the longer she went on.
Her back arched gracefully and her high cheekbones were flushed as she drove them both higher and higher.
She looked almost angelic with her blonde hair flying around her face and her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him.
Like a fantasy come to life.
Sebastian reached up, his large hands gripping her narrow waist, trying to guide her, trying to regain some semblance of authority, but Beth simply knocked his hands away and rode him even faster.
She was driving the encounter, taking what she wanted with authority
“Look at me,” she commanded, her voice sultry and he obeyed.
She was staring straight down into his face, her expression unreadable and her eyes glowing with triumph.
For five years, he had forced her to turn away or taken her from behind because he couldn’t stand to look at her. Now, she was forcing him to look, forcing him to witness her power over him.
“Please...” he hissed.
“I like it when men beg for it,” she gloated.
Famous last words. One minute she was on top, teasing and torturing him, and the next, she was flipped onto her back, pinned flat against the mattress beneath him.
“Which men? Have you been seeing other men?” he asked angrily, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat and his jaw clenched tight.
Beth met his dark gaze and simply smirked, leaving the question unanswered.
The truth was, she had never slept with another man aside from her husband, but she wanted him to think she had.
Seeing him so jealous and possessive was addictive. Who could have imagined six months ago that Sebastian Moore was even capable of feeling emotion?
“Tell me. Have there been other men?” he demanded.
Beth swallowed nervously, her newfound confidence suddenly slipping. She could have told him the truth, but in her opinion, he hadn’t been humbled nearly enough.
Instead of answering, she licked and bit her lower lip seductively, drawing his dark gaze directly to her mouth.
“Do you want to fuck me or not?”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Stripping his clothes with lightning speed, he ripped away her lacy panties before driving his cock deep inside her in one deep thrust.
Beth moaned as he buried his entire length inside her, the fullness of him taking her breath away.
He had her pinned flat, his broad shoulders blocking out the light and his chest rose and fell against hers as he breathed harshly. He was furious, that much was obvious.
“You think this is a game, dear wife?” he growled against her ear and his voice held a tinge of danger.
He didn’t wait for her to recover. Sebastian withdrew almost completely before driving back into her with brutal, exacting precision. Each thrust that followed was a silent demand for ownership and a punishment for the stupid games she’d used to push him over the edge.
The man Beth had tried so hard to unravel was now in control and determined to punish her ‘bad behaviour.’
Beth gripped his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin as Sebastian took her with an intensity she’d never experienced before. What she had considered intense before didn’t even come close to this.
He took her hands and pinned them above her head in a single, iron grip, refusing to let her hide from him.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She tried to hold onto her defiance, to keep that mocking smirk on her lips, but the deep thrusts that followed shattered her lingering composure.
A soft whimper escaped her as her body betrayed her, arching to meet every punishing stroke.
Sebastian was humbling her, just as she had tried to humble him, and their intense chemistry threatened to burn the entire room to the ground.
He just kept going, fucking her ruthlessly until Beth couldn’t take it anymore. Her body began shaking violently, and she sobbed loudly as a powerful climax rippled through her frame.
Her internal muscles clamped down on his length, milking him relentlessly and that was all it took to push Sebastian over the edge.
A harsh groan spilled from his lips as he blasted his release deep inside her while his body trembled violently. The powerful orgasm took over, leaving him spent and breathless against her.
Pulling out of her, he slowly peeled away and settled at her side then drew her closer.
For two full minutes, the only sound in the luxurious hotel suite was the sound of their heavy breathing. Not one word was spoken. They sat in silence, still processing what had just happened.
Sebastian lay back against the mattress, his arm flung over his eyes, his entire frame slick with sweat. His heart hammered violently against his ribs and he felt lightheaded, floating in a cloud of contentment he had not experienced in six agonizing months.
This was not how he had pictured the evening ending. He had come here for a talk, filled with rage and seeking to confront his wife, but this was far better than any answers she could have offered.
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They were cuddling. This was new, Beth thought. It felt good to be held after sex, something she had longed for their entire marriage. And as good as it felt, she still had a point to make.
Slipping out of his embrace, she got out of bed and grabbed a plush white hotel robe from the armchair and wrapped it tightly around her waist.
Sebastian gazed at her with a lazy, satisfied smile touching his lips. “Elizabeth...”
“Get up,” she said flatly, her tone cold and clipped.
Sebastian frowned, the smile fading from his face as he sat up on his elbows. “What?”