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  The mention of Phil’s name saddens me. Technically, I’m being unfaithful. But I see no way to repair our marriage. Seb is resurrecting the part of me that Phil has slowly killed, and he makes it so easy. I feel alive with him. I get swept up in the physical sensations and can abandon myself to the pleasure. It is different from the emotionless service of Phil’s needs I’ve grown accustomed to. I don’t want to talk about leaving tonight. I’ve only just arrived.

  Seb heads towards the kitchen. My thoughts and emotions swarm chaotically. Deep breaths, Izzy. Streams of chestnut hair fall across my back as I rock my head from side to side. I press my fingertips to my temples; my pulse is strong and steady. I force any negativity out of my mind. No thoughts about Phil or our marriage—not tonight.

  With a new determination, I find Seb in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink.

  “Would you care for a gin and tonic?” He crunches ice cubes out of the tray.

  “Yes, please.” The bottle of Hendrick’s on the counter calls my name.

  He mixes my drink. “Please take a seat. I’d like you to relax as well.”

  “Thank you.” I perch on the stool and nervously play with my fingers as I wait for him. Relaxing isn’t going to come easy.

  “Do you think you’ll be able to get rid of your nerves by the end of the night?”

  My eyes flash to his. Is he serious? “I’ll take that look as a no, then.” He beams an alluring smile my way. Gone is the edgy, controlled man. Now the warmer, softer side of Seb rears his head.

  “I love the red cushions in my room.”

  “I thought the room needed some colour, to reflect a bit of you, perhaps, Izzy.” As he says the words, my cheeks blush and I look down at my drink.

  “And right on cue!” He laughs and finishes his drink, then puts his glass down on the table. “Time is a wonderful thing. Time helps build excitement and elicits anticipation. Let’s not leave that moment of first enlightenment for too much longer. When you are ready, go to your room, prepare yourself and come back to me here.”

  His words captivate me. They sink right to my core.

  Time to take the plunge…

  Sipping my Hendrick’s and savouring the taste on my tongue, I slide off the stool. I try to find a confidence within me to ensure that I don’t wobble and manage to lean in and kiss him on the cheek. In my most sassy voice, I say, “I’ll just be a couple of minutes.”

  Shutting the door, I lean back against it and try to steady myself. My stomach feels as if it’s housing butterflies. I’m relaxed at being in his presence, though. He manages to set every nerve ending and pulse point in my body buzzing with expectation while simultaneously putting me at ease.

  I walk over to the bed and perch on the edge, not wanting to mess it up. I want this. I want to see this through. I pull my tights down and leave them on the bed. Must buy complete new underwear collection, especially stockings and garters! I stand, eager to get back to him, when the black velvet box holding the anklet catches my eye. Am I ready to wear this tonight? Do I really know what obeying and submitting is going to entail? It feels right when I’m with him. Hell, my body is dying to see where this could go. I want to give in and submit. I just need a little confidence. Seb said he’d help me. He’ll give me the confidence. He won’t be too hard on me straightaway. Will he?

  “This is ridiculous.” Cursing under my breath, I snatch the box and open it. I take out the delicate piece and raise my leg to fasten it around my ankle, taking my time as I symbolically step across another threshold.

  I walk out and into the kitchen. The significance of this moment fills me with trepidation. I can’t do this without you, Seb.

  As if I spoke my thoughts aloud, Seb holds out his hand. Beckoning me towards him, he pulls me in and crushes me to his chest. His kiss envelops my mouth, claiming me, banishing my fear and doubt. He releases me and holds me at arm’s length. Crystal blue eyes drown me with their desire. Heat spreads from my pussy and goose bumps erupt across my neck and arms.

  “Stunning,” he whispers. “Simply and beautifully stunning.”

  I’m in awe at his words and overwhelmed by the admiration in his eyes. This is exactly what I need. His eyes travel down my legs, now sans tights, and rest on my ankle.

  Seb sucks in a breath. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I want to. I still… I still want you to show me, make me feel what submission is really like. I’m nervous, though. ” His commanding eyes pin me where I stand. “I want this, Sebastian. I need to see…” I trail off.

  “And your marriage vows? Where is the line for you?”

  A lump has formed in my throat. Sex. He’s talking about sex, or at least variations of it. Could I do that? With another man?

  “I… I’m not sure.”

  “You will need to be sure if you’re wearing that anklet. I need to know how far I can take you. This can be all about the power exchange between us, you submitting to my control and getting the freedom you’ve been craving. Sex doesn’t have to be part of it.”

  Freedom. The word sings in my ears. Shivers tremble through my limbs. This is what I want. With Seb, that attraction, the undercurrent, isn’t going away, and the thought of not having his hands on me, not touching me—I’m not strong enough to resist his allure.

  “Sex isn’t where I want to draw the line between us.” Whispering my confession, I try to adjust to my decision.

  “On your knees.”

  Those three simple words in that velvet voice send my body flurrying to obey. My confession now forgotten, I kneel. My pulse quickens. A familiar ache in my stomach forces my breathing to labour.

  “When I ask you to kneel, lower your gaze. This is another rule that I will enforce with a punishment I deem fit. Like the tights.”

  I cast my eyes towards the floor, breaking the contact that I’ve been seeking out. I hear him walk around behind me.

  “You are truly beautiful like this, Isabel.” From this position, I hear him rather than see him. “Stay like that for me. I want you to feel comfortable kneeling in front of me, at my command.”

  His words of praise send another wave of want through me and my pussy clenches. I try to breathe deeply and adjust to this new position. My weight presses my knees into the oak floor. My arms are restless by my sides, but I resist fidgeting. A deep breath stops my shoulders from tensing further but doesn’t slow the rise and fall of my chest. I’ve only been kneeling for a few minutes, yet my knees are already protesting.

  I wait.

  The waiting seems to drift on for such a long time. With each passing moment, my anxiety rises. I try to relax. My mind concentrates on all the reasons I’m here. To find that something that’s been missing from my life, the missing key that will unlock my inner self. I was never sure where to find it before now.

  “You have beautiful hair, Isabel.” His words bring me back to the now. He holds all of my attention. There is nothing else. Only Seb. Fingers rake my scalp as his hand makes a fist and pulls my head back. “But I don’t want you to wear it down when you are with me. Put it up, or plait it simply.”

  That feels so good. Oh please, touch my skin, kiss my neck.

  He pulls my hair into his hand again. This time he twists it around his wrist and tugs—not hard, but enough for me to gasp. My core contracts and my muscles tense, pulling my body upwards. Heat rushes through me; my pussy clenches tighter and sends a pulse of need to my stomach. I can feel how wet I am. The physical reaction I have to Seb is scintillating.

  “Very good, Isabel.” He maintains his hold of my hair as he lowers to his knees behind me. His warmth radiates against my back. “Well done on removing your tights. I see you’re a quick learner. But you’ll make a mistake soon, and you’ll know what it feels like to be punished.”

  Punished? My body reacts immediately. Liquid want seeps from me, drenching my knickers. The gentle hum of desperation kicks up a gear. How has he done this to me? Do I want to be punished? What if it hurts?

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nbsp; “Yes,” I pant out. “But please…”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll always be beside you tonight.” He lets my hair tumble down.

  Always? Shit, where did that come from? And why did it sound so damn good?

  “Now stand up and remove your knickers.”

  My body wants to respond to him, and my knickers will betray how much. They are soaking. My knickers off—then there won’t be anything in the way of him touching me, and God, I need him to touch me.

  My wobbly legs finally allow me to stand. In my shyness, I slide my hands underneath my dress , desperate to look sexy. Hooking my knickers to pull them down, I step out of them and look to Seb for my next instruction.

  “Stand at the end of the bar and hold onto the edge. Hands close together. Feet wide apart.”

  Being commanded does good things to my pulse. My heart beats so quickly he must be able to hear it. Fear should be registering somewhere, nerves over what he could do to me. I barely know him, after all, but this feels natural. Soft rustling gives away Seb’s position behind me, and my arms tremble in expectation. Seb places his left hand gently and directly over mine. He interlaces his fingers with mine, joining us. His right hand travels down the side of my body, following the contours of my hip. He doesn’t stop. His hand runs to the hem of my dress, pulled taut as my legs are spread. Teasing between the fabric and my skin, he runs his fingers back and forth across the line of the two. “Don’t move,” he says.

  Every hair on the back of my neck stands up.

  Mentally, I’m begging for him to touch me, to feel how wet I am for him. If he were a mind reader, he’d hear me scream, I’m yours to touch and to take. NOW! I wonder whether he can hear my silent pleas.

  Fingers skim up to the top of my thigh, between my legs, to find my dripping pussy.

  “Ahh,” I moan. A finger glides between my lips and eases inside me very slowly. As he moves, I arch my back. My head falls backwards and rests on his shoulder.

  “You’ve clearly been denied what you so desperately need for too long. You’re new at this, but you will learn to obey my orders. I’m going to help you.”

  The sensation of his finger toying with my most sensitive flesh clouds my mind. Then I remember his command to stay still. Is he serious? He’s turning me on beyond all my hopes and he wants me to keep still? His finger continues to glide slowly between my swollen lips. How… I can’t… Oh, God, don’t stop touching me… Please… I’m so close… I need to…

  “Take a small step backwards, then lean forward so you are resting on the bar, Isabel.”

  No… don’t stop. Not now. Just a little bit more. I need release… You need to make me come…

  I still for a second. The warning rasp in his voice rings clear in my mind. I obey. My bottom is positioned and ready for anything he wishes. My longing for this experience surpasses a quick orgasm. I want to feel everything Seb wants to give me. That includes more than the amazing pressure growing between my legs. I crave the total release that will only come from surrendering myself. Completely.

  “Divine,” he murmurs. I wait, something I’m quickly coming to realise I’ll have to deal with.

  Goose bumps follow the touch of his fingers as they run down the length of my back and follow the curve of my hips. He tugs at my dress, raising the hem so it bunches at my waist and completely exposes me. Warmth from the pressure of his palm spreads over my bottom cheek as he gently massages me in a circular motion. Then nothing. The absence of his touch sends a jolt of fear through me.

  A loud slap of his hand on my left cheek followed by a warm glow pushes all the air out of my lungs. He follows with another spank in quick succession.

  “Yes!”

  The sharp sting radiates between my legs. He returns to rubbing and squeezing my bum, with both hands this time, before he delivers another series of smacks on alternating cheeks.

  “Mmm,” is my only answer this time as I relax into the force and feel of his hand on my skin. He gently rubs and kneads my skin, and follows with a quick spank or two until my whole bottom is alight with fire. My pussy is so wet I dribble down the inside of my thighs. My entire body feels alive and hums with excitement. I’m flushed everywhere and in a calm state of acceptance. He brings his hand down on me and leans forward.

  His words whisper in my ear. “Now, shall I see if you enjoyed that little tease?” I hear the sexy smile in his voice as he runs his hand down over my bum, careful to avoid my crack, and heads straight for my throbbing and wet pussy.

  “Oh God, Isabel. You’re so wet,” he growls into my ear. I nearly come on the spot hearing the warm appreciation in his voice. “Turn around and strip. Everything off. Now.”

  I immediately move. He takes hold of my hand to steady me as I turn, feeling light-headed.

  He’s going to see me completely naked. Shit, he’s going to see me! I register my doubts, but my desire to obey his command is stronger. I stand tall, more than a little shaky. My legs are like jelly and my whole sex throbs with unsatisfied pleasure. I reach for the zip on my dress, keeping my eyes downcast, and slowly pull it down. I slide the straps off my shoulders. The fabric ripples down my body and pools at my feet. I gingerly step from the discarded garment and I’m left dressed only in my bra. Insecurities bombard my thoughts. I’ll have to show him my breasts—my too-small breasts that never look desirable or flattering and can always do with an extra lift. Men always like bigger breasts, don’t they? Come on, Izzy. Have some faith. One last step. Say something, Seb… anything. Don’t leave me hanging like this.

  “All of your clothes, Isabel. If I give you a command, I expect you to follow my instructions to the letter. Obedience is one of my rules and there will be consequences for not obeying.”

  With a quick gulp of air, my head falls slightly as his velvet tones echo in my ears, strong and sure. I reach around to unfasten my bra. It slides off and joins my dress on the floor. Now fully exposed to him, I place my hands behind me to stop from covering myself.

  Please like me. Like what you see. I want you to want me.

  A chill blankets my naked body as the cool air floats around my skin. I shiver but try to remain as still as I can. I look up at him, too nervous and insecure to wait, and I lock onto his eyes. I can see heat in them as he surveys my naked body, a controlled smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

  “Gorgeous. I didn’t think you could be any more exquisite, but you naked is the most breath taking thing I have ever seen.” His words pull a smile from my lips and I have to fight the tingling of tears forming in my eyes. His approval and affection bathes me in a warmth I’d forgotten.

  Seb holds out his hands and I eagerly walk forward a few small steps to take them. My sex is hot and desperately on edge. I want to come, and come soon. Once his hands touch mine, he walks slowly around behind me. I’m right here for him to see, to touch. Will he? In my head I start to beg. Please, Sebastian, don’t make me wait any more. Put your hands on my bare skin.

  My breathing hitches as he finally touches my skin. A meaningful touch gently sweeps over my shoulders and down my arms. His hands are firm and confident and his touch feels wonderful. I surrender without restraint. His lips tickle my shoulder as his hand wraps my waist. The kisses grow firmer, wetter. His lips cover my neck and shoulders as his other hand captures my breast. I’m lost in the feeling of being utterly devoured.

  My breaths come in heaving gasps. I will his hand to move lower and finish what he started at the breakfast bar. I need him to touch me where heat is pooling so fast and furious. I want to spread my legs and beg for him to fuck me. I want to melt, and at the same time demand more.

  “Sebastian, please,” I beg. Finally his finger slips down directly onto my clit. I’m hit by a blissful wave of gratification that teases up and down my body. I’m so very close. My pussy and clit pulse as my whole body shakes with desire. He continues for a few more strokes before he pushes two fingers deep into me. He drops the other hand from my breast to press on my clit
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  “Come for me now, Isabel,” he commands.

  I release a gasp as my eyes squeeze closed and I bite down on my lip. The force of my climax threatens to rip my body apart. Spasms force my hips to flex into this hand, prolonging the sensation. My legs turn to jelly as I relish the pulses still pumping through my limbs.

  I’m spent. I feel light-headed as he presses still deeper into me. He holds my clit and pussy tight as I continue to pulsate around his fingers, waiting until the intensity subsides. He removes his finger from my clit and wraps his strong arm around my chest beneath my breasts. With two fingers still inside me, he hugs me deep and close to him.

  As I come around from the orgasm that has shattered me into millions of tiny pieces, I become aware of his hard cock pressing into the small of my back. He finally slides his fingers gently out of me. Maybe it’s the endorphins making me brave, but coming all over his hand makes me want to feel Seb in my hand.

  I turn around in his arms and kiss him. I want him to feel what he did to me. As my lips work against his, I press my body flush against his. He trembles as my stomach rubs against his hard length. He pulls back with a low groan. “Christ, Isabel.” I kiss my way down his chin, his throat and chest, nipping and licking as I go, until I’m kneeling before him. I want to kneel in front of him, to please him. I want to be here, kneeling before you. I slowly raise my eyes to his and hold his gaze. My fingers fumble as I move them to release the button on his jeans. He grasps my wrists in his and moves them away, taking over and removing his jeans himself. He reaches inside his boxers, frees his stiff shaft from its confines and holds it before me, tempting me. I want to taste him, to flick my tongue over the tip of his cock. My thoughts startle me, but being with Seb brings out a part of me that I wasn’t aware of. I feel sexy and wanton, and I love it. His eyes, now hooded and dark, stay locked with mine as a smile creeps across my lips. I want him, and I want to show him how much.

  “Sebastian, I want to. Please let me show you how much.”

  “Wait. Not until I say.” His words encase my body with desire. Not being able to express my want for this man is a new form of torture. I suck my bottom lip and bite down to distract myself from fidgeting.