Taming Sebastian (Sawson's Royal College Book 2)

by Bella Anthony

  “Sebastian!” I shout, breathing heavily. “Take off your shirt, I need to see you.”

  He does as I ask, and I lean my head on his chest and spread kisses all over him, biting his skin and sucking it in.

  “Oh, fuck.” He stands us up and gets us naked as he stares at me. I go towards him, but he halts my movements with one hand.

  “You look …” he tilts his head to the side as he peruses my body. I want to cover myself, but the look in his eye and the way he grabs and strokes his hard cock, tells me I’m beautiful. And I have never felt so beautiful in my life. He strokes his cock roughly over and over. It jumps and gets even harder when his eyes reach my wet pussy.

  “Your come is coating your thighs, angel. I felt wetness come from you when I finally licked your nipple. Did you come?”

  “I-I don’t know. I think so. I need you.” I whisper, desperately.

  “But I already made you come twice.” This whole time, he’s looking at my pussy, rubbing himself harder and faster.

  “Your pussy is so pretty, angel. I see it begging for me, getting wetter and wetter as I look at it, look at what’s mine. You do know it’s mine, right?”

  “Yes … yes, Sebastian.”

  “I don’t know what to do with it. Do you want me to bend you over the couch and fuck you? Make you come so hard you’ll never want me to leave your pussy again? Or should I lick you for an hour straight? Stick my tongue in your pussy, grab your ass, and eat you like the delicious meal that you are? Or maybe, I should stick my dick in between your massive tits.”

  I squirm as he touches himself roughly. Staring at him doing that, it’s driving me crazy.

  “Yes, to all of it.” I whimper.

  Suddenly he sits back on the couch and unties my hands. I’m pulled by my hips so that I’m standing on the couch with my pussy in front of his face. I hold on to the back of the couch as soon as his tongue touches me, and then he fucks me with his mouth.

  “Delicious, your come, it’s delicious.”

  His hands are on my ass as he licks the come off my inner thighs. He nips at them, leaving marks.

  “Favorite dessert?” He asks after cleaning up my thighs with his tongue.

  “Uhh, Sebastian!” I complain, unable to think with his breath caressing my engorged wet clit.

  He’s staring at it.

  “Your clit is pulsating for me, begging for me, Bella.” He licks the tip softly causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. I almost fall over the couch, but he pulls me back.

  “Dessert?” He asks again.

  “Red Velvet cupcakes.” I respond, and he finally sucks my clit into his mouth. He eats me like a starved man.

  “God, yes, yes, yes!” I shout. I have never known such pleasure.

  His hands begin kneading my ass, they spread my cheeks apart and one hand sneaks in between my legs.

  I am absolutely drenched, and it’s proven when he sticks two fingers inside of me. I hear the sound of my wetness as he fingers me.

  It takes five seconds, and I come all over his mouth.

  “Sebastian!”

  Suddenly, I’m thrown on the couch and Sebastian’s on top of me and I immediately grab his face to kiss him.

  We kiss savagely. I bite his lip. He bites mine harder. Our tongues duel as we try to extinguish this fire between us.

  He reaches into his jeans and yanks a condom out. Pushing his jeans halfway down his legs, he puts the condom on and throws my legs over his shoulders.

  In one move, he thrusts all the way inside of me.

  “Fuck, Bella. I’ve never wanted,” he holds my hips to thrust into me deeper, “needed someone this … savagely.”

  “Sebastian, fuck me!” I shout obscenities as he fucks me.

  I tilt my hips up so he can reach deeper. It’s almost painful but I love it.

  “Fuck!” He swears as he reaches a part of me no one ever has.

  I feel another orgasm approaching rapidly, building, building, and building. I feel him expanding, growing inside of me.

  He leans down to kiss me. I grab his head as I take in his hard thrusts. He reaches between us and rubs my clit, causing my moans to turn to screams.

  Immediately, I explode. He holds my hips and thrusts hard into my tightening pussy as he shouts out his release. He falls on top of me. Usually, he keeps some weight off me, but this time, he’s unable to and I love it.

  The feel of him on top of me, covering me. I feel so safe and protected. He attempts to move but I keep him there.

  “I must be suffocating you.” He whispers in my ear as he finally leaves my body. My eyes slowly drift open and I see him coming towards me with a wet towel. He spreads my legs and I blush as he wipes the wetness away.

  He looks at me and chuckles. “Seriously? We did all that, and now you’re blushing?”

  “Ughhhh.” I complain as I grab a pillow off the floor and cover my heated face. I hear him laughing as he rejoins me on the couch and softly picks me up so that I’m draped all over him.

  He strokes my back softly as we remain on the couch, cuddling.

  The bell rings around twenty minutes later. What the hell? It’s almost midnight. He gets off and opens the door and brings in two plastic bags.

  I gasp when I see dumplings from the best place in Santa Monica.

  “How?” I gasp and get up.

  “Well, I asked someone there to deliver it to us.”

  “B-But, they wouldn’t! We’re too far.”

  “I’m Sebastian fucking Carter. I think we’ve been through this already.” He laughs.

  “Favorite singer?” I ask as we eat. He stands up and gets a remote from the drawer in front of us.

  He presses a few buttons, and then, beautiful opera music plays.

  “Wow. This is beautiful, who is this?”

  “It’s Luciano Pavarotti. Ever since I was a child, my father used to play this kind of music in the house. I grew to love it. We travelled the world to see the best opera singers. Luciano is still my favorite.”

  “I understand why.” I say, embracing the beautiful sounds.

  Chapter 10

  I’m in Cancun and I feel wonderful even though the loss of my virginity hurts and I’m wobbling back. I never felt so desired… and his attention made me bloom like a flower in spring. I blush remembering how Damian called me pretty, beautiful, he said I have the softest skin. I caress my arms and smile, because yes, they are soft.

  I get to my hotel room and walk-in.

  “Where the hell have you been?” My mother’s sitting on my bed. “I told you to stay in bed!”

  I don’t want her to ruin my night, so I approach the toilet. ‘Beautiful’, ‘Pretty’, ‘Gorgeous’, ‘So Soft’. I repeat the words he told me, grasping at my positive feelings, feelings I’ve never felt before.

  “Come here!” My hair is pulled back and I fall on the floor. Tears fill my eyes from the sting.

  “Ouch, mom stop!” I plead. Her eyes zero in on a spot on my neck.

  “You are just like your father!” She pulls me from my hair and pushes me on the bed face first. My tears fall as she turns me around and holds my neck in a chokehold. Her nails dig in and I pull at her arms.

  “Were you with a boy?”

  “No! Mom, stop!” I plead. But she only pulls my hair harder.

  “Then what is this on your neck! This mark! You are just like your father, aren’t you? A whore!”

  “No, mom, please!”

  “Tell me the truth! You are only fourteen years old! I raised you better than this!” She shouts at my face. No … no, you haven’t raised me at all. I want to scream.

  “I was with no one!”

  “You liar!” She shouts before slapping me across the face. Blood trickles down my lip as I shudder in tears.

  “Just like your father, you ungrateful whore. You were meant to be beautiful, classy, and smart. A catch in the eyes of our community. But instead, you choose to become a whore! Stay in your bedroom, you�
�re not allowed out for the rest of the trip.”

  True to her word, she didn’t let me out. I spent the following week in bed watching TV. My father never checked in on me. I hear moans from their room, but it’s weird, I could’ve sworn my mother left to her daily spa appointment during those times.

  We arrive back at Sawson. My dad went straight to work, and my mother came home with me. She told me she’s staying for a month.

  Reaching the house, she orders me to my room. I want to talk to her, explain why I had sex. Maybe she would understand. I decided I will talk to her after my nap.

  “Get up.” I open my eyes to see my mother standing with a doctor behind her.

  “What?” I shove my duvet on top of my barely covered body.

  “Don’t pretend to be so modest.” My mother sneers as she pulls me from under the sheets.

  “What are you doing?” I shout as her nails dig into my arm.

  “Check.” She says to the doctor. “And you,” she points at me, “will stay still or I won’t let you join the cheerleading team and won’t allow you out for the remainder of the year.”

  I knew she meant it. She didn’t let me leave the house besides school for four months last year when I ruined a business opportunity for my parents. I met a couple, at a function, who were very important. They were so nice … nicer than my parents ever were. They saw my mother berating me, telling me my hair’s a mess and that my dress is a disgrace. She asked me why I didn’t comb my hair back, called me an embarrassment, and started pulling my hair in a tight bun. It was so painful, tears fell from my eyes. My mother walked away and the woman, Anne and her husband Roman saw the altercation and came to speak to me. They asked if I was okay. I plastered on my fake smile and said ‘of course!’ But then she leaned on her haunches and held my hand. My eyes widened from the gentle touch and I began bawling. She hugged me as her husband watched with sad eyes.

  My mother saw this and didn’t let me leave the house for four months because they refused to do business with our family.

  I’m brought back to the moment when my mother yanks down my shorts.

  “What!” I try to fight her off, but she holds me still.

  “A year!” She yelled. “You won’t be allowed out for a year. I need to make sure you’re like your father.”

  I give up fighting and lay still, looking outside of my window. The doctor comes closer. At least she’s a woman. There’s always a silver lining.

  “This isn’t right, Alegra.” The doctor says.

  “You know what I know.” My mother responds. “I will ruin you.” I look at the doctor and see tears in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry.” She says to me. And I understand, we are both victims of my mother’s tyranny.

  I look away as I’m prodded by some metal stick.

  “S-She’s … had sex.” The doctor says with a shaky voice. She packs up her items and flees from our house.

  “Isabel! Fuck, wake up! Wake up!”

  “Whore!” My mother shouts. “I tried raising you, oh god, this is a disgrace!”

  “Isabel! Fucking wake up!”

  Suddenly, I’m in my room and I’m sitting up in bed as Sebastian shakes me.

  “S-Seb?” I whimper and realize I’m crying.

  “Fucking hell.” He holds my face to his chest as I sob. “What did you dream about? What happened?” He looks furious.

  Another whimper escapes as I try to contain my tears and he pulls me into his arms and wraps them tight around me. I squish myself against him. His size is so much bigger than mine that I feel safe in his arms, protected.

  “Who did this to you?” He whispers in restrained anger. “I will destroy them. Tell me who did this?” He shouts into my neck. I hold him tighter as I catch my breath. This is what I’ve been missing my whole life, someone who cares.

  “It’s okay. You’re helping like this.” I tell him.

  “Tell me.” He pleads and looks down at me. “So, I can make sure they are out of your life. So, I can make sure they can never hurt you again.”

  “I c-can’t.” I whisper. He takes in a deep breath to compose himself. Truth is, I’m scared of telling him about my past. I’m not ready to confront it and to recall all the memories. But as usual, one nightmare causes the floodgates to open and memories pour in. I cry harder than before as I remember my childhood. This happens once in a while, and when it does, I have to cry it out.

  “Okay. Okay.” He uses his thumbs to wipe my tears then rubs my back as I hold on to him. “Take deep breaths. I’m here and I will never let anyone hurt you again.”

  My body relaxes as I take in his words, words I’ve needed to hear my whole life. It’s a parent’s job to protect their kids. I never had that, but now I have that with Sebastian.

  “I got you.” He repeats.

  “You’re here.” I say into his neck.

  “I’m here.” He whispers. “When you can, you’re going to tell me who did this to you, and then, I promise you, I will obliterate them.”

  Two days later, I’m ready to ask Sebastian to become official. After holding me all night after my nightmare, I decided it was time. Because we are so much more.

  “So, tell us about that smile that refuses to leave your face.” Alayna says. I wasn’t sure how to go about it, so I asked Selena and Alayna to meet me at Starbucks.

  “Well … I decided I’m going to ask Sebastian to make it official. I’m going to ask him to be my boyfriend.” I state and they both high five. “Christmas holidays start after tomorrow and I want to go back to Augusta knowing that Sebastian Carter is mine.”

  Selena reaches over to hold my hand. “Finally! I’m so excited. Honestly, it’s just a formality, you’re basically in a relationship.”

  “Yeah, but remember what Misty and her friend said? Sebastian said he was single, and I don’t want that to happen again. I’m guessing he was just confused … and didn’t know what to say. But he really likes me. I feel it.” My face blushes.

  “Oh god, be still my heart.” Alayna says dramatically and clutches at her chest.

  “Stop!” I shout through a laugh.

  “He’d be lucky to have you, Isa. Ask him, get it out of the way.” Selena says.

  “But I’m nervous! What should I say?”

  For the next hour, we plan exactly what I’ll say. Alayna and I head to cheerleading practice and afterwards, I walk to Sebastian’s in my cheerleading uniform, knowing what it does to him.

  I’m giddy and very excited.

  “Hey!” I shout when I spot him about to enter his building. I run full speed and throw myself on him. I’m high on life. I’m high on him.

  “Umphhh.” He releases when he catches me.

  He chuckles as I stay there, holding on to him. “Missed me?”

  I don’t answer. I just smile against his neck. He picks up my backpack, holding me with one arm and the backpack with the other, and enters his apartment building, not caring that everyone’s watching us as he carries me through the lobby. I love how big he is, how he can carry me effortlessly. I shiver in delight.

  “Well, then.” He says in the elevator. “I missed you too.” He puts our bags on the floor and settles me so that I’m balancing on the railing surrounding the elevator.

  “Need some of my attention, angel?” He asks softly and I bite my lip before nodding.

  “Hmm, I see. Want me to tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen? That you drive me crazy every time I think of you? Or maybe I should tell you my dirty little secret, that sometimes I don’t wash my hands after I fuck you so that I still have your scent on my fingers all day.” I gasp at that and bite my lips. His eyes follow the movement. “Or do you need a different kind of attention? Something like this?” He asks before bringing one hand under my skirt and slowly trailing it along the inside of my thighs until he reaches my heat. He begins stroking my clit on top of the fabric of my cheerleading skirt.

  I moan out loud and he chuckles, contin
uing his gentle strokes.

  The door opens and he walks us inside his apartment to the couch.