My breathing grew shallower at his words. This was agony. Having to hear about how much better a job he could, and not being able to actually manage it myself.
“Just do it,” I said.
He raisedaneyebrow. I rolled my eyes while I corrected myself, “Please, touch me.”
“That doesn’t sound like what I told you to say. Or is your memory as bad as your ability to get yourself off?”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“You want me to be an asshole. You’re sick of all of your father’s men who say ‘yes ma’am’ and do exactly what you tell them to do. You’vefantasized about one of them throwing you on your back, and putting you in your place.”
“Fuck off,” I growled.
“Say the magic words.”
If this went on for the rest of the night, we’d get nowhere. And from the look on his face he was enjoying watching me fail way too much. He’d been right before, I could say a word and go back to my room alone. But having a shower head get me offwouldn’t be satisfyingafter I’d felt him lick my clit.
I could not believe I was about to say this. I closed my eyes as I mumbled the words,“I can’t get myself off. Please, help me.”
His finger caressed my jaw, and I opened my eyes. The teasing energy was gone from his eyes. It was replaced by a deep hunger that left my chair damp.
“Yourgroveling could use some work, but I’ll allow it.”
He stood up and stepped back towards the couch.
“Where are you going? I said it, now get me off!” I demanded.
Sebastian dug into the drawer from earlier.
“I said I’d get you off. But we’re doing it on my terms.” He pulled out leather handcuffs and arm restraints that he’d used on me when I’d first entered his house.
Sebastianwalked slowly towards me.
“I bet whenever we have dinner at this table, you wonder what it would be like to eat there while tied up. Completely naked, and exposed,” he said.
He nodded at meas he ordered, “Take your bra off.”
“You do it.”
He raised an eyebrow.
I rolled my eyes andreached behind me, attempting tounhook my bra. One clasp stayed hooked.
“Bad at taking your own bra off, too. What are you good at?” he said.
“I’m great at killing people. Which you’ll see if you don’t shut up.” I yanked the clasps apart and pulled the straps off my arms.
His eyes were locked onto my breasts ashe spoke, “I think you’ll make a much better slut than killer.”
I threw the bra at his chest.Sebastiansmirked as it fell to the ground and he continued to stare at my exposed breasts.
“Nice tits.”
I hugged my arms in frontof my chest, blocking his view. He grabbed my arm and yanked it behind my back. Hard, but not so hard that I felt like my shoulder was about to snap. More of a reminder of who was in control. And I hated to admit it, but my body responded to it. He yanked the other arm behind my back and pulled both my arms into the restraint.Itclicked into place.
Next he kneeled on the ground beside me, and forced my knee to the corner of the chair. When he finished restraining my ankles to the opposite sides of the chairs and the bottom of my thighsto the edgesof the chairs, he stepped back and looked down at me.
Thearm restraints pulled my shoulders back and forced my breasts out. My legs were completely opened to him. He could just pull out his dick, and screw me if he wanted to. I had the safeword, but damn it I didn’t want to use it.
