“Good! I don’t want you to spank me, just like I wasn’t trying to make you jealous earlier. I could give two fucks what you think!”
He tsk-tsked. “More lies.No, the real reason you kept looking at me whenever Micah was flirtingwithyou was because ever since I tied you up in this chair you’ve been wondering what I could do to you. Wondering what would have happened if I hadn’t untied you. Andseeing how you can push me to tie you up again.”
“That’s not true! I was relieved when you untied me.”
His fingers dug into my stomach, and he pulled me up so my back was flush against him.
“It’s true you were relieved. Because you knew if I’d continued, I would have made you addicted to me. You knew that every time you saw me, you’d want to crawl into my lap and submit to me,” he said.
I laughed, but I couldn’t put muchforceinto it.“You certainly have a huge ego. I’ll never submit to you.”
He pushed myupper backforward, and his handsgrazedthe zipper of my outfit, “Then prove me wrong.”
Chapter 37
Slowly, the zipper traced down my spine. The contrastbetweenthewarmthof his hand, and the coldness of the zipper digging into my spine made me wiggle against him.
Sebastianlaughed. “I’ve barely started taking off your clothes, and you’re already begging for my dick.”
“Am not,” I growled, forcing my butt still.
Helaughedsoftly against my neck, and I resisted a moan at the feel of his warm breath.As helowered the jumper down my back, I looked down at the black bra I’d worn. On the skin below it, purple and green splotches intersected with small cuts.
I forced my gaze away from my bare stomach.A year ago,he hadn’t been involved with this life. I imagined the girls back then had been perfectly spray tanned. Not girls getting beaten up formissingtheir loan payments.
He kissed my shoulder.“Don’t worry, I think you look beautiful.”
“I don’t care what you think.” How had he knownmy thoughts had spiraled that way? I hadn’t said it out loud, yet it’s like he knew what I was thinking.
He slid the gloves off my fingers and rubbed at the spot between my thumb and index finger. I yanked my hand away and reached behind me. I gripped at the bottom of his shirt and began to tug it up.
Sebastian grasped my hand anddragged my hand back.“My clothes are staying on. Tonight is about you,” he said.
About me? Every guy I’d been with had been more focused on themselves than meduringsex. I’d made the obligatory moans, and told them how amazing their performance had been. ThenI wenthome and used my shower head.
“What if I get you off with your clothes still on? Do I win something else?” I asked,rubbingmy butt against his crotch to make my point.
He worked the jumper down my legs.“I don’t come that easily,” he said.
“Are you saying I can’t get you off? I know what I’m doing.”
He reached down and unclaspedmy heeled booties.“When you’re with me, you don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to think. Just do exactly what I tell you to do,” he said.
Sebastian yanked the heel off my foot.“In fact, it’s better that you don’t think. Because I know better than you, what you want,” he said.
He yanked the other heel off my foot, and slowly teased down the jumper.
I bit back, “You’re so full of yourself. First you tell me you can make me come when no one else ever has, and now you say you know better than me what I want. This feels like a whole lot of talk, and not much action.”
Sebastian threw thejumper across the room andleaned back up.
His long fingers slowly slid up mydamp red lace underwear.“Yeah, you don’t seem to be having much of a reaction at all.”
“Fuck you,” I growled, feeling a blush rising.“It’s just sweat.”
His fingerscircledaround the dampness.“I guess I’ll find out soon.”
Sebastian’shand left my underwear, and against my betterjudgmentmy hips arched towardsthem. He stood up and set me down where he’d been sitting.
