Forever More

by Rachel De Lune

  “I know, I know. I don’t think I could have done this without you. Thank you.”

  “Now come on. I believe Seb might be waiting outside for you.”

  “Already?”

  “Are you packed?”

  “Nearly. It didn’t take much. When I turned up here I only had a couple of suitcases.”

  “Do you think he’ll come in and get you?” Jess has a naughty look in her eye.

  “I think if he could, he’d come in here and drag me out.”

  “You’d better finish your coffee and packing before he comes in, then.”

  “Do you have any more things you need to collect?” Seb asks when we get to his home.

  “Not really. There will be some possessions and trinkets still at the house, but I’m in no rush.” Seb has carried my cases into my room.

  “You can unpack some of your clothes into your wardrobes, but I want you in my room. This will still be your room to have your own space, but I want you next to me.” He’s looking down at me with a half-smile on his face. He looks smug, which is a completely new look for him. “Do you remember the rules we first discussed?”

  I cock my head to the side, a little unclear on what he means. “No tights. I prefer dresses and skirts. I’m sure I haven’t seen all of the underwear you bought. Those rules.” His smile has turned into a devilish grin now, which sets my heartbeat racing. I try to tap my desire down and process what Seb’s asking.

  “So, the underwear and clothes are permanent rules?” I can cope with the underwear. My dress and skirt collection isn’t vast, though, and is usually reserved just for work. “What about jeans and more casual clothes?” My heartbeat is picking up, but for completely different reasons. I don’t want to be dictated to about what I wear all the time. Wearing certain clothes for meeting with Seb was one thing, but keeping that up permanently…

  “We’ll take it a step at a time. Don’t worry. If you have any questions then talk to me.” Seb places sure hands on my shoulders and pulls me against his chest. I wrap my arms around him and breathe him in, relaxing against his strength. “We can talk more about this tonight. I want you to get settled in first. If we need to get you anything else then we can pop out.”

  “Alright, that sounds good.” He leans down to kiss me, forcing my doubts from my mind.

  I spend the next hour unpacking my clothes and arranging them in the wardrobes. Seb has explained that there is room for some of my things in his room as well, so I keep my wardrobes full of work wear. My ‘good’ underwear joins the lingerie that have been here since I bought them. I sneak a look into the drawer that held all of the toys Seb had me purchase. Everything is still in place, but I close that drawer quickly.

  I pick up my anklet and sit down on the bed. I stare at it, as if it holds the answers to all of my problems. Admittedly, they don’t seem significant at the moment. I can’t shake the uncertainty that has set in since Seb talked to me about rules, though. I run the anklet around in my hands and think about the significance of the piece of jewellery. Seb gave it to me to signify my submission to him, to give him permission to take control and to tell him that I am his. Does that still stand, even with us living together?

  Submitting to Seb is a craving I know I need more of, but we’ve grown past that. We love each other and want to have a life together. That doesn’t mean I want to stop the sexy stuff, but I’m not sure how it fits into day-to-day life. Seb has told me we’ll talk later. Perhaps I’m just getting myself wound up.

  All of my toiletries are lined up next to Seb’s and I’ve tidied away my last few items. I live here. With Seb. The realisation forces a smile across my face. I fall back onto his bed and snuggle against the covers. I’m going to wake up to him every morning. He’s going to love me and I’m going to do everything I can to make us happy. Happy. Right now, that is the emotion I want to concentrate on. I block out the doubt and focus on the now.

  I knew he would be cooking tonight—our first meal moved in. I walk back to my room and pull open the wardrobe to decide what to wear for dinner. Giving up my jeans on a Saturday is one thing, but making Seb happy by dressing up for dinner is easy.

  I walk through into the kitchen where Seb is pulling a dish from the oven. He looks up and smiles, nods to the fridge and goes back to his preparations. A pang of disappointment that he didn’t notice the effort I’d made in wearing something sexy for him turns my stomach. I chastise myself for my thought, though—I can’t expect a compliment every time I walk into a room.

  A bottle of wine is chilling in the fridge and I take it out and pour our glasses and move over to the dining table.

  Seb serves dinner, but he doesn’t seem his usual self. Our rhythm is off and it has butterflies fluttering in my stomach for all the wrong reasons.

  I finish the scrumptious lamb noisettes, my appetite more than satisfied. There was little conversation through the meal, only the promise of a conversation and explanation from Seb later on. “Hmm, that was delicious. Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome.”

  “Where did you learn to cook? You seem to like it.” My curiosity over this man is never far away.

  “My father is a chef. He taught me some basics.”

  He’s being very modest, but I’ve secured another piece of information. “In New York?”

  “Yes, that’s why they moved out there. He’s the head chef at a restaurant in Manhattan.” He holds out the bottle of sauvignon. “Would you like some more wine?”

  “Please.” I hold out my half-full glass and Seb tops me up. He puts the bottle down but stands and walks around the table.

  “I can’t tell you how much it pleases me to see you wearing that outfit for me tonight.” His words immediately bring a flush to my cheeks. The disappointment I felt when he didn’t say anything when I came to sit down is alleviated. “I know that we’re both going to have questions, but I want tonight to be about us, and I’ll explain what I’d like to happen.”

  “Okay.” My voice is a little hesitant. Seb’s body is tense, and I know that he’s not been fully relaxed through dinner. The tension is swarming in the air between us and is beginning to charge. I sip my wine, disguising my fidgeting body.

  “I had you as my submissive at home a few times, and that was restricted to the bedroom. I want to try more than that. I want for us to have a D/s dynamic out of the bedroom as well, starting with twice a week. See how we adjust and take it from there. On those days, I want you to submit to me completely. Wear your anklet if you need it to help get you in the correct frame of mind.

  “You’ll wake before me, get up and dress in your own room in the clothes I choose for you. You’ll make coffee and bring it to me in bed. You’ll wake me up with a kiss. It will be on weekdays as well as the weekend, but we’ll discuss it to make sure it works with our schedules.” His deep voice holds me in a trance, as if lulling me into a seductive state. “I’ll want you home, waiting for me when I get in, like before, with a glass of wine and my kiss. Everything else is up to me. You will follow my instructions.”

  Oh my god. Seb’s eyes never leave mine through his speech, and his scorching look, dripping with desire, has me panting. Who would have thought being told what to do would get my knickers so wet quite so efficiently?

  He comes around the table and places his arms either side of the headrest, caging me. “Oh, and Isabel, you’ll call me Sir.”

  “Mmm,” I squeak, turned on by his words and his actions.

  “Open your legs for me, Isabel.” I do as he says, although I’m slightly embarrassed. He hasn’t even touched me and I’m drenched. His hand travels up my thigh, raising my skirt higher, and he slips his finger beneath the lacy fabric. “So ready.” The gravel in his voice reverberates through my chest. “Do you like me telling you what to do?”

  Yes! You know that. “Yes, Sir.” My whisper solidifies something within me, centring me, and I can feel my physical reaction to the words as well.

  “God, I’ve
wanted you to call me that for so fucking long.” He thrusts his finger inside me harder, curling it to hit my g-spot, and I moan in response. “You won’t come this time, Isabel. I have something else planned for tonight, to push you.” As his words sink in, I try to hold off the torrent of pleasure that his fingers are causing.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “Oh, you’ll be begging me later, but right now, this is just my appetizer.” He withdraws his finger and places it in his mouth, sucking all evidence of my arousal away. I nearly come at the sight of him. He smiles at me, his eyes dancing with mirth.

  Seb stands and offers his hand to me. I try to accept graciously, allowing him to pull me up. He slowly leads me out into the lounge area, and with each footstep, trepidation runs through my limbs, forcing me to focus on each breath.

  “You used to be nervous about this. I don’t want you to be. I will tell you to do this often as it pleases me to no end. I am going to enjoy this and revel in the freedom that I didn’t have before.” I watch him, already guessing what he’s going to tell me to do. “Strip for me, Isabel.”

  I can do this. I pull down the zip on my skirt and brush it over my hips. I don’t rush like I used to, I take my time. My fingers move to the buttons on my shirt, slowly revealing myself to him, a flash of skin at a time. I pause when I’m standing in just my underwear. “Go on,” he commands, his eyes drinking me in. I reach back and unclasp my bra, push my knickers off and then begin to roll down my hold ups. “Stop! Leave them on. You look stunning in just thigh highs and heels. This is something else I’ve been waiting for.” I feel the blush cover my cheeks and I dip my head to hide. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.” I nod my head and feel myself lifted. “We’ll work on your confidence, Isabel, but thank you. Now, kneel down on the rug and spread your legs so I can see your pretty pussy. Good. You’re glistening for me, Isabel. That makes me hard—so fucking hard.” I swear his dirty talk has upped a gear and it’s going to have consequences.

  I try to remember if Seb ever spoke to me in quite such a dirty way before, and conclude he must have been holding back. It’s hot and certainly makes me want him even more.

  I take a steadying breath, trying to get comfortable. He hasn’t asked me to lower my head but I have, instinctively. “Stay just like that. You’re beautiful, Isabel. Open to me. Surrender to me. You test my control. God, I want to do so much with you.” His words are lighting me up, and my pussy is aching and needy from his earlier attention. I hear rustling and start to raise my head.

  “Don’t!” His harsh command stills me and at the same time heats me further. Please, don’t leave me like this. I know that begging won’t work and that I need to relax and trust in Seb. I want to do what he asks and follow his words, but it can be so hard. I lower my head and focus on the patience I need. I wait. And wait.

  My knees grow uncomfortable and my earlier arousal has slipped into nervousness. I can’t see anything, but I know the hands on the clock are laughing at me. I shove the thought aside and close my eyes.

  “Well done, Isabel.” His seductive voice purrs in my ear and I’m suddenly right back to feeling needy. “Now, for what I had planned. I’m going to blindfold you and tie your hands. The only thing I want you to do is feel. Understand?”

  “Yes, yes, Sir.” Okay, the nerves are back. The cool silk covers my eyes and I relax into the comfort it provides. My little sanctuary. Next, my arms are drawn behind my back, a soft cuff wrapped snugly around each wrist. He pulls me to my feet and guides me to take a few steps forward.

  “I want you to lie across me, Isabel. I’ll guide you.” Seb pulls me forward and I end up across his lap on the sofa, my hands still secured behind me. I’m positioned so that my chest and head are supported on a cushion, my legs stretched out behind me. The friction of his trousers against my naked skin makes me feel naughty, like he shouldn’t be doing this, and it only serves to heighten my need.

  “Very nice.” His reassurance and praise melt my nerves. Seb starts to caress my skin, running his warm hands over my back and down my legs. It’s almost hypnotic. “I’m going to make you beg tonight, Isabel. I want to hear just how much you need this. Don’t be quiet.”

  “No, I won’t be quiet, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Light kisses rain down on my skin from his touch, his fingertips dancing across me. First my back and then over my bottom and down to the tops of my thighs, he massages me again and again, and I purr.

  Slap, slap, slap. I groan. Seb smacks me gently and the heat zings all over my body. I feel like I need to squirm, but know I shouldn’t. More smacks, harder this time. “Ahhh!” All the attention Seb has given me, mixed with my restrained position, has me keening, and my pussy is shamefully aching. Two more hard smacks land and I gasp. I hear Seb’s low groan as well. I’m relieved this is affecting him just as much as me. He hasn’t said anything, but he continues to show me attention through his actions.

  His warm palms squeeze and rub my bottom and thighs, relaxing my body further. As his hands wander, I move my legs apart, instinctively giving him room to play with me. He doesn’t take the hint. Instead, he spanks me again. His blows are harder, more sure, his rhythm evening out and becoming a constant. I almost get lost within it. The smacks build, igniting some dormant fire within, before he calms me down with his caressing hands.

  Each time Seb strikes a little harder and firmer it adds to my unravelling. My legs strain to open, enticing him to touch me, but I only feel wet and empty.

  “Sir, please,” I pant, shocked at my own voice.

  “Yes, Isabel?” Even through the politeness I can hear the want in his voice.

  “Please, touch me.”

  “How?”

  “With your fingers.” Smack, smack, smack. His strikes aren’t stopping and I’m starting to feel panic rising inside of me. “Please, Sir, I need more.”

  “Tell me, then.”

  “Please, just… Sir,” I beg.

  “Tell me. Tell me how you want it.”

  “Fuck me with your fingers.” The panic has turned into desperation. My inhibitions about asking Seb for what I want vanish.

  “Jesus, you’re soaked for me. I’ll never tire of this.” Seb doesn’t hold back and thrusts several fingers straight inside my pussy. My muscles tense and convulse. Yes, god, make me come!

  My mouth is open, and I can feel the scream building as my climax thunders forward. Seb withdraws as I’m about to fall and spanks me again. My scream of frustration erupts. “Yes, Isabel. Scream for me.” He plays me, alternating between finger fucking me and spanking my thighs and arse cheeks until my throat is dry and I feel like I’m going to come apart.

  “I need to come. Make me come, Sir, please.”

  “Fuck yes!” His fingers delve in and hit me just where he knows will settle my fate.

  “Yes, fuck, please. Yes.”

  It’s finally enough to spike my orgasm and I grind into him as my body takes over. The sound of my blood roars in my head and my heart beats an accompanying thud. I come down from my high and try to pull my hands apart, but realise they are still bound. My heart is still pounding and my bum is burning, but I feel soft and calm, like I’ve been sat in the steam room for too long.

  “You back with me, beautiful?”

  “Just about.”

  Seb unties my hands and helps me to sit up on his lap. He engulfs me in his arms and I nestle into the crook of his neck.

  “How did you feel about that, Izzy? I know I’ve spanked you before, but this was much more intense.”

  “I liked it.”

  “Liked? Is that all? Remember, I always want you honest with me.”

  Liked. I mull the word over in my mind. It isn’t the right word. It doesn’t come close to expressing how I felt, but at this moment in time, it’s the best my mind can come up with.

  The way Seb built me up so gently meant I was blissed out before the smacks even started. That made it sensual and turned what should have been painful in
to something hot and erotic. I curl up in his arms and start to drift to sleep. I almost feel drunk.

  Seb carries me from the living room back to the bedroom. He places me gently on the bed and then strips out of his clothes. He climbs over me, cocooning me with his body. He doesn’t let me rest, raining soft kisses down my neck and chest. His lips gently tickle my skin. “I love playing with your body.” His lazy caress does nothing to help my sleepy haze. He tugs at my nipple with his teeth, shooting my body back into overdrive, assuring my body is awake again. He rolls and pulls it with his tongue and teeth, and I’m helpless to do anything but answer with my body.

  “You woken up now?”

  “Mmm…”

  “Good enough. I want you to kneel for me. I’m not done with you yet.” Oh god! Seb drags my hips upright and pushes me down onto my front. I brace on my arms as he pulls my hips back toward him. Warm hands run down my spine and the shivers send my nerves spiralling. How can he do this to me again?

  He’s careful not to touch my tingling skin, keeping his hands on my hips and thighs to position me. “Chest and shoulders on the bed, Isabel.” His command is all but a growl, and I relish the feeling of what I can do to this man. I lean forward and lift my bottom for him. “God, seeing you like that, presented to me with your skin still blushed from my hand, makes me fucking crazy.” I expect to feel his hard cock teasing my entrance, but his mouth covers my pussy instead, his tongue spearing me in frantic swipes. I grab the bed covers as I cry out while trying to remain in the same position. My climax is poised to be unleashed, and I’m quivering at the coiling and tensing of my muscles.

  “Not yet, Isabel. I want you to come around my cock. Don’t come yet.” His order turns my moans of pleasure to groans of desperation. How? No, please… I can’t.

  “Sir, please.”

  “Just a little longer. I want my fill of you.” I try to block it out—the soft, hot feel of his tongue as it strokes my sex, licking and sucking at my juices, the pressure of his fingers on my hips, and the sound of his throaty moans.