“Yeah of course. What was she doing? Begging him to take her back?”
I nod. “Something like that, though I think she was more pissed to see us kissing than wanting Seb back.”
They bark out a huge laugh “Holy shit, I can't believe I missed that show. Don't worry, we can get something on her, or end her if she’s causing trouble.”
I shake my head. “Seb isn't keen on that idea, but if she turns up here again, I may just have to make her disappear in an ‘accident’ of some kind. The bitch has lost her damn mind.”
Lev nods. He knows her better than I do and considering he fucks anything that moves but turned her down, there have to be some extreme red flags. She’s hardly bad on the eyes.
“Are you waiting for Seb to finish tonight? Any plans?” He smiles, wiggling his eyebrows.
I swear he reads my thoughts.“I do, actually, and it’s nothing I’m sharing with you nosey fuckers. But I suggest you wear earplugs to bed tonight.” I smile widely.
He scrunches his face. “Ugh, I’ve already been subjected to that shit, he’s a loud fucker.”
“Jealous brother?”
He shrugs. “He’s hot, but we don't share so you have your fun. You’ve earned it, waiting this fucking long. Anyway, I'm out. I shall see you later. Come on, Jules, let's find some entertainment of our own.” They both slap me on the shoulder and say goodnight.
Looking up, I catch Seb watching me again. I make my way over to him, lean over the bar, and grab the back of his head. “I'm gonna head home now, beautiful. Need to sort a few things. Simon will bring you home.”
He gives me a chaste kiss. “Ok, I’ll see you later.”
“Text me when you leave, baby, ok?”
He nods. “I will. Stopworrying so much.”
I give him one last lingering kiss and head off home. I have a few things to prepare for his arrival later. He has no idea what’s in store for him, but I know it’ll be fucking epic for us both.
CHAPTER 17 - SEB
Huh.Forthefirsttime in years, I'm looking forward to arriving to the place I'm supposed to be calling home. Normally, I'd be a ball of anxiety all the way home, going over what Katie could possibly be pissed about. Now, I feel calm and dare I say happy. Knowing that someone, that Dima, will be looking forward to seeing me, makes me feel wanted. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.
As soon as I walk through the door, I make my way to our room in desperate need of a hot shower. Jess let me go earlier tonight so I’m back an hour sooner than planned. Dima is not in the bedroom, so I assume he is in his office. I need a wash first. I enter the bathroom and step into the lavish shower and hum happily when the hot water hits my skin. It’s so nice to be able to have a shower big enough for me to fit into and also not have the hot water on a timer.
I soap myself all over and my mind drifts to Dima. It’s hard not to when I’m using his soaps that smell like him. I want to take things further with him tonight.
Turning off the shower, I dry myself off and wrap the towel around my waist. I quickly brush my teeth and make my way back to the bedroom. As soon as I open the door, I come to a halt.
The room would be shrouded in darkness if it weren’t for the red light subtly highlighting the room in its erotic pageantry. Dima stands in the middle of the room in a pair of worn jeans that are left open at the top. He is holding a long length of rope in his hand and is staring at me with such intensity I’m not sure if I can move. I don’t know what’s about to happen, but the hint of fear and desire is overtaking all other emotions.
I step towards him. “What’s going on?” My voice is raspier than I’ve heard it before. Dima’s eyes haven taken on a look of pure sex and sin. As he steps towards me, I shiver. His fingers around my throat set off a wave of gooseflesh and his grip tightens as he brings my mouth to his. Shit.
“Time to make you mine, beautiful. Give me your hands.”
“Why?” I whisper.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
A gentle smile brightens his face. “Glad to hear it. Now, I'm going to need you to do as I ask, no questions, just feel and trust me.”
I can’t speak. I nod and he steps back.I put my hands out to him and he moves me closer to the middle of the room and starts to tie the rope around my wrists with practiced ease that only comes with experience. When they are secure but not too tight, he reaches above my head where I notice a contraption coming out of the ceiling that I haven't seen before. It’s a large eyelet shaped hook, which he starts to feed the rope attached to my wrists through, making my arms rise above my head so I am suspended by the rope. My feet are flat to the ground.
My heart beats so fast that I can hear it in my ears. Music starts to play. It’s the sensual tuneUnder Your Skinby Aesthetic Perfection, and the room vibrates with even more sexual desire.
He stands in front of me and pulls my towel away from my body, leaving me at his mercy. I’ve floated off to a different world where I’m a live wire of excitement. The heartbeat of lust thrums through my body and every cell aches with pure need. I can feel a tremble start to build, like how you feel at a start of a fever where you can’t help but feel both hot and cold whilst shaking.
