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by Rachel De Lune

  “Yes.” I smile and snuggle in beside him, wrapping my arms around his chest. I make my decision like many of the others with Seb. I go on gut instincts.

  “Seb, I need a shower, and what am I supposed to wear?” I stand in nothing other than the bath towel, quickly getting over my shyness from yesterday.

  “Do you need to get dressed? I quite like having you half-naked in my house.” Seb smiles as he pulls me towards him using the ties that hold the bathrobe together. He’s being playful with me, and it’s a lovely side of Seb to see.

  “I have to get dressed, Seb, and at least brush my teeth. Can you drop me home and I’ll grab a few bits?”

  “How about we go out and get what you need?”

  “No, Seb.” I try to take a firm stand, but know it won’t last. His hands are inside my robe now and he massages my bottom and pulls me closer into him. My mind thinks about sinfully good things—not putting clothes on.

  “No, you don’t want me to do this…?” He pulls me closer still, forcing me to fall into him, and I can feel he’s turned on. He’s in jeans and they rub against my now-exposed flesh. His hands hold me tightly and work at my backside. “I’ve got something planned for your very lovely bottom later, Isabel.” My stomach drops and my heart races at the thought. I’m not nervous or worried. After last night, Seb will be in complete control and he won’t get carried away. I trust that he will be checking me. I also know that I must use my safeword if it gets too much. “Okay, but later, please. First, I need to get some of my things.”

  “Fine. I’ll drive you and then we’re coming right back.”

  Seb sat in the car, engine running, while I entered the house. I’m as quick as I can be. Making a dash around the room, I grab my toiletries, change of clothes, and some clean underwear. I stop and think about all the very nice lingerie that Seb has yet to see me in. The black lace-up corset is what I want to wear, remembering my thoughts when I first bought it. I hope it’s still at Seb’s.

  “There—less than ten minutes.” I slam the door as I jump into his car.

  “Okay. Home now. I want to cook for us. Do you fancy anything in particular?”

  “No, I don’t think so. I’ve not had a huge appetite, so whatever you have in mind is fine.” I settle myself down and send a quick text to Jess. Should I tell Phil that I’m not at home? I’ve been gone since Friday morning and nothing. I don’t know what I was expecting. A call, a text to check I’m alright or wondering where I am? I rub my ring finger and remember they aren’t there.

  Seb tries to break the silence, but I’m not even sure what he’s said.

  “Sorry, what?”

  “I was just asking if you were okay?” He’s concerned for me, and, I think, a little anxious that I’m now very quiet. I don’t really want to admit what is on my mind, so I play it off as nothing.

  “I’m fine. Just thinking.”

  “Don’t.”

  “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t hide from me. Open and honest communication. That still stands.”

  “I’m sorry. I was just wondering if I should tell Phil that I’m not home.”

  “I see.” His immediate scowl at my words makes me question telling him, but it clears just as quickly. “Thank you for telling me, Izzy.” His gratitude reinforces that I shouldn’t fear being honest with Seb. He won’t judge me like Phil did.

  The rest of the journey is quiet. We’re trying to work out how to be friends as well as lovers, although neither of us has actually said that this is what we’re playing at. When we were friends before, it came so easily, so naturally we didn’t even have to try. Now, the lines are blurred and we need to work out how to be around each other if we are going to try to make anything work in the future.

  The quiet follows us into the apartment and Seb gets to work in the kitchen. I take the time to wander about the apartment. I venture back into my old room and take a look at everything. It’s all still like it was. The red cushions are still on the bed and my anklet is still on the box on top of the dresser. Unable to resist, I walk over and pick it up, playing it between my fingers.

  “It’s still yours if you want it.” Seb leans against the doorframe. I look at him and feel the release and comfort from submitting to him already imprinted in my mind. It was so fulfilling, and it went far beyond simply having fun or trying something new in the bedroom.

  “I still want to, Sebastian.” I stand still and drop my head slightly in a gesture towards him. Light footfalls tell me he’s entered the room. He takes the anklet. With very sure hands, he runs his fingers down my leg, my ankle his clear destination. He kneels beside me and lifts my foot. He secures the anklet and runs his hands back up my legs as he stands.

  “The same rules as before apply. You need to be clear with me if you want anything to change. But thank you for trusting me again.” He pulls my face towards him and kisses me, slowly, bestowing the trust he now holds. It morphs into a fierce and passionate embrace, signalling our mutual need for one another. His lips demand my submission, and I want to give it to him.

  “As much as I’d like this to continue, I want to feed you first,” he whispers in my ear.

  “Yes, Sir,” I say with a big smile on my face.

  “Come on then, Isabel.” Seb pulls me out into the kitchen. “Lay the table, please.” His tone has changed, confident and sure of himself now. It’s the side of him that makes me go completely weak at the knees. I set the table but can’t keep from stealing glances at him. It’s reminiscent of my first night here. Now sure of my part, I go to the fridge and pour him a glass of wine. I hand it to him and smile sweetly. This is how we work the best. We know our roles and are more than comfortable in them, even though we’ve only known they exist for a short while. Something clicks between us when we’re together in this way. He takes my submission and with it the worries I’ve been carrying. The angst from earlier evaporates.

  We talk only a little but still enjoy dinner. I clear away the plates and finish my wine. While we were eating, I had something to concentrate on other than what would be coming next. I’m beginning to feel that nervous anticipation building, those excited butterflies that have my breathing all over the place.

  “Did you enjoy dinner, Isabel?”

  “Yes, thank you. It was delicious.”

  “Good.” He takes my hand in his and caresses the back of it with his fingers. “I’d like you to come and join me in my room after you’ve changed.”

  “Yes, Sebastian.” I pause, though, wondering what I should wear and whether everything is still in the room.

  “You may choose what to wear, Isabel, and I’ve not touched anything in your room since you left.” Once again, he answers my questions before they’re asked.

  “Thank you.” My mind struggles to slow my thoughts as I walk to my room. I close the door and run to find the corset I thought about earlier. It’s in the drawer with the rest of the black and lace. I match it with some black thigh highs and a lace thong. Usually I am scrupulous about keeping hair-free. But the last couple of weeks, nothing in my life has been scrupulous. My beauty therapist will kill me, but I grab a razor and jump in the shower to de-fuzz.

  A few hurried minutes later, I stand in front of the mirror, fresh and silky and wearing a very desirable get-up. My hair is glossy and tickles the top of my shoulders. The corset, although a bitch to get on, gives me a great silhouette. Nerves get the better of me at the door, and I put the silk robe on before going to Seb’s room.

  He sits in his armchair. The lights are turned down low and the bed has been made since we left it this morning. At the end of the bed are a few things that I can’t quite see, but can guess at. “Come in, Isabel. I’d like for you to sit on the bed.” I walk over and set myself down next to some of the toys that I bought. “I’d like to show you what should have happened between us those weeks ago. You bought these items under my instruction to show you how pain and pleasure can work together for a heightened experience. You purchased
the items that met the following: something to tie you with, to spank you with, to put inside you, and something that scares you.”

  As Seb speaks, I’m assaulted by the memories of that night. “I’m not going to let you be overwhelmed, Isabel. I promise. I told you that I consider myself a sensual Dom, and that is exactly what I’m going to be for you tonight. I will be using this, though…” He holds up the flogger. I don’t think he used that last time—he may have. I was probably too far out of it to distinguish one thing from another. “This flogger will be better for you than the paddle. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” It’s an automatic response, but one my head agrees with.

  “What do you say if you want this to stop?”

  “Black.” Again, I say it with no hesitation.

  “Good girl. If you want me to slow down say yellow, but remember you need to communicate. Now stand up and strip out of that robe. I’d like to see you.” My stomach does the drop thing and my sex clenches at his instruction. Untying the belt, I let the silk glide from my shoulders. I’m not in skyscraper heels, but a more modest pair. I stand still and wait for Seb to say something, but he doesn’t. He lifts his hand and motions for me to turn around with his finger. The heat in my cheeks is accompanied by a small smile as I slowly turn around for him, showing him every part of my lace-clad body.

  “Very nice, Isabel. Did you buy this for me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I want him to be pleased with me. I want to feel pride in his approval of me. His deep breath is my reward, and warmth spreads through me at his reaction.

  “Thank you. Now, as much as it looks incredible on, take off your thong and turn so you’re facing the bed.”

  I pull off the lace and turn so I face the bed. I shut my mind to the resemblance from last time.

  “I will blindfold you because I already know you like that.” His voice is right at my ear and goose bumps crawl over my skin in reaction. He gently fastens the silk around my head before he runs his hands down my body. “You feel very good in this corset, Isabel.” He continues his exploration and then runs a hand over my bottom to the top of my thigh highs. “I told you I have plans for you tonight. I want to make you squirm and beg for me, Isabel.”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  He proceeds to cover my entire body with his hands, running them all over my exposed flesh as he kisses my neck and shoulders. In his search of my skin, he avoids my clit, yet it throbs and feels swollen already. He massages my bottom, gently squeezing, and his fingers creep closer and closer to my sex. But before he grants me my wish, he stops. “Bend over and put your arms down. Yes, now spread your legs a little. Perfect. Now try to relax.”

  As I follow Seb’s instructions, it doesn’t feel like me. I’ve been replaced by this sexy and confident woman who knows what to do to please her man and is rewarded with pleasure. I enjoy this feeling, basking in the glow of his words. My body has already taken over. My heart pounds and my boobs all but fall out of the corset.

  I feel a light slap on my bottom, which almost tickles, and I realise it’s the flogger. The next few strokes land a little harder and feel more comfortable. Each strand lands on my skin but I only feel them as one. My skin warms. Each hit makes me clench my sex, and my clit begs to be touched. He pauses regularly and returns to rubbing my warmed skin with his hands. Keeping our connection through touch. This is nothing like the spanking Seb gave me last time. Each stroke lands in a slightly different position and I find myself pushing back, wanting more.

  The thud of the strands sends a flash of pain before dulling to a warm glow, the feeling radiating throughout my body. My pulse races and my body breaks out in a sheen of sweat. I want some friction on my clit, and my sex gets wetter with the need for Seb to touch me. I can’t help the little moans of pleasure that start in my throat but soon echo around the room.

  “You like this, Isabel? Me flogging your beautiful arse until it’s pink and you’re wet for me?”

  I groan at his words as they simply add to my frustration. I can feel how wet I am, how damp my thighs are.

  “Yes.” I try to answer him. I don’t know what I expected from the flogger, but not to be this turned on, this desperate. The flogger lands at the top of my thighs and I jump a little before Seb’s finger glides over my drenched clit.

  “God, Isabel, you’re so wet, so ready. I bet just a little…”

  “Yes, please.” His finger is dancing across my clit and I’m ready to beg.

  “Not yet, sweetheart.”

  “No, not like last time.” My head spins.

  “Don’t worry, Isabel. I won’t deny you this time.” His finger dances over the very tip of my clit before he smacks me with the flogger again.

  “Yesss, Arghh!”

  He stops and something cold is between my swollen lips. He nudges the vibrator inside me, but it’s not turned on. It slides in easily and he fucks me with it, slowly and steadily. I can’t rule my body’s response, and I move my hips in time with his thrusts. I can’t help it. The vibrator slides smoothly in and out, but I want more. I want to feel Seb. I want him to take my orgasm, to feel the pleasure he brings to me. To have me how he wants.

  “You,” I pant out.

  “Yes, Isabel?”

  “I want you in me. Please, Sir.”

  “This is for you, Isabel. Feel and let your body take over.”

  “Please,” I moan. He hasn’t stopped with the vibrator and I’m so close to coming I sound forlorn. “I want you!” I scream, utterly overtaken by my body’s need. He stops and pulls back. A heavy pause clears my hazy mind as I wait on Seb.

  “I know you do. And I’ll fuck you when I choose to. Don’t forget that.” He glides the vibrator through my juices. In and around again and again, and I’m lost to the sensations. My moans are loud in my ears, growing wild with my imminent climax. But before I let go, he pulls the vibrator out. “You need to be on top. You won’t be able to sit back on your arse.”

  As the blindfold is still on, I straighten myself up, disorientated, and wait for him to guide me. He takes my hands and pulls me onto the bed. I crawl up his body. “Wait…” Seb stills me and fumbles about. “Right, we’re good.”

  I continue my track and brush my corseted chest across his stomach before I straddle his hips.

  I position myself over him and I sink down onto his rock-hard cock. We both cry out as I take him deep inside me. He’s right. My bum is tender, so I stay up on my knees. The blaze of my orgasm is but a few strokes from me, and I ride him hard and fast, rocking and grinding into him so I get friction over my clit. Just a little more.

  “God, Isabel, you look so fucking gorgeous on top of me, your beautiful tits spilling out of that corset, tempting me, making me lose myself in you. I feel you clenching my cock. Do you want to come?” His voice is thick with lust and tells me just how much he’s enjoying this.

  “Yes!” I scream at him.

  “Make yourself come.” With his command, I slam down, rotate my hips and push him as deep as I can get him. I cry out as the heat and nerves that have been sizzling under my skin are set free and I arch up against him. I come hard as wave after wave of tremors run through me.

  “You feel so good when you come.”

  I’m exhausted and slump over his chest.

  “Not yet, baby.” Seb holds me back up and I wrap my arms around his neck. He sits up with me and kisses me hard. With him still deep inside me, he moves us so I’m straddling him still but he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. He stands and flips us over so I’m on my back but my bottom is off the edge—no contact with the mattress. I wrap my legs around his hips and he moves inside me. He mixes the pace, hard and then soft, hard and then soft. I’m building again. I moan and hear little sighs of pleasure coming from him as well. He breathes heavily, panting with me, and he tenses. He suddenly yanks my corset down to free my breasts, then he leans over and bites my nipple. The pain sends shocks through my body and to my clit, and I come again.

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�God… Yes! Yes!” We’re both shouting and gasping for air as we come together. Seb collapses on top of me, but pulls me onto him. His lips seek mine to claim my mouth as he just claimed my body.

  “Now that is what I wanted to show you, Isabel,” he whispers in my ear.

  It’s dark and the apartment is quiet when I wake. Seb lies next to me, his chest gently rising. The bed is a mess from the evening before. I remember making love but nothing after, having fallen straight to sleep.

  I sit up and look down at him. Being here with Seb this weekend has cemented the feelings I have for him. This is where I want to be. If I was in any doubt of my love for him before, there is none now. I want to have Seb in my life, and for the first time in a long while, I can feel a sense of hope and even happiness at my future.

  Sunday morning comes and before I know it the afternoon is drawing to a close. We’ve settled into each other’s company, calm and contented. Reality looms. I have to go back to work, as I’ve pushed my boss to his limit with allowing me time off. As my departure gets closer, I feel anxious about what the next few days have in store. I have to go back to work and face Phil. I’ve enjoyed being in the safety of our bubble.

  “Stop worrying, Isabel.” Seb’s voice is firm and controlled. It reminds me of what he can do to me.

  “I’m not worrying. Not really, more like I’m anxious. This weekend has been wonderful and I don’t want it to end.”

  He takes my head in his hands and makes me look him in the eye. “I’m not going to let you slip through my fingers. I want this to continue.” His words touch me and lift my heart.

  “Oh, shit!” I suddenly panic. “My rings. I need my rings.”