pussy while he licks his lips as if he is savoring this sight. I feel vulnerable being half-naked, whilst Sebastian sits on his knees in front of me completely suited up—observing me, admiring me.
“Why are you binding me to the bed?”
“Because this is who I am, Lillith. I crave the exhilaration that comes with strapping a girl to the bed and having full control. I don’t care for those who are easy. But you … you’re something different.” He leans in and cups my face gently, as if he admires me.
“How so?”
“Oh …” He chuckles. “Trust me when I say I’m going easy on you.”
He leans down and starts kissing my skin agonizingly slow. My body heats up from his pecks. For some reason, I am okay with everything. I don’t understand myself anymore, because I never used to be this open, this available toward men. My first instinct was always to go for the safe option, the softer guys. Sebastian is anything but soft. He is rock hard, and not just in the physical way. I know so, because I’ve felt his chiseled abs through his shirt. His mentality is equally callous. He’s a man who doesn’t need a woman but chooses to want her for his own pleasure. A dangerous man. A man I am completely obsessed with.
He nudges my legs aside when his hand approaches my pussy. “Spread.” He slaps my thigh softly, not harsh, but enough to make his point.
“Sorry, Mister Brand.” The words echo in my head. I can’t believe I’m being this complacent.
“It’ll only be more difficult to keep your legs open for me once I start teasing you, but you know you must. Remember who you gave your body to, Lillith.”
When his index finger presses down on my nub, fire shoots through my nerves. God, he knows exactly how to make me hot for him. My entire body leans toward his finger as he slowly starts circling my clit with just one finger. It’s achingly slow, but satisfying, too, as he seems to smile contently. His finger slides down my wetness and into my pussy. I moan in delight as he slips it in and out, groaning with pleasure. Then his finger is gone, and I’m left with pure wantonness. He brings his fingers to his lips and puts them in his mouth, sucking hard.
I feel dirty for liking it all.
“Hmmm … You taste good, Lillith. I’ll need more of that soon.” He brings his wet fingers back to my pussy and inserts them, circling around inside. “Be wet for me, so wet, that when I’m done with you, I still won’t have enough.” I rock up and down with the movement of his fingers, desperately seeking more. With the palm of his hand, he strikes my inner thigh again.
Ouch!
The pain sizzles, flowing through my core, strengthening the intense sensations in my pussy. God, I never knew this could feel so good.
“You like being spanked, Lillith. I can tell. Your pussy is so slick now.”
I moan when he takes his fingers out and licks them like a popsicle. And then he rips down his zipper and takes out his cock. I’m amazed. Not at the fact that he’s apparently gone commando all night and that it means he knew what he was going to do to me tonight. No, I’m amazed at how horny it makes me just looking at him holding his own thick cock with a steady hand.
From his pocket, he takes a packet, rips it, and rolls the condom over his cock in one sweep. I love watching him do it, as if he’s wrapping his gift for me.
I’ve truly gone insane.
He bucks his hip and widens my legs even further, holding his cock close to my pussy. The tip of his cock pushes against my entrance, teasing me. I smash my lips together in anticipation as he rocks his hips back and forth in a rolling motion. It looks so good, so … fuck. But he won’t give it to me. Instead, I’m left aching, wondering when he’s going to thrust inside. A huff of frustration leaves my mouth.
“Patience, Lillith.”
“I’m sorry, Mister Brand.”
“Do you want this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan.
He slaps my inner thigh again, awakening my