The Man Without Rules

by Tyffani Clark Kemp

  "Mm hm." Sebastian released Hellena's lips and turned the chair so they could both see without straining. He put two fingers inside her.

  "Mmm." Hellena moved with him.

  The twins started to make out on the couch. Tongues and lips fought for control as their bodies writhed against each other. The black strap top came off and dropped to the floor. Sebastian pushed his fingers deeper into Hellena. Her fingers raked up his scalp and into his hair and he relaxed into the back of his chair.

  The red strap top disappeared somewhere. The other girl plucked Red Top's nipple with her teeth and tugged until she made a small whimper.

  "Eat her," Hellena commanded. Black Top looked to Sebastian for confirmation and he nodded.

  Red Top moaned as Black Top buried her face between her partner’s legs. She dropped her head back against the sofa and arched her back. It was fake. He knew it, Hellena knew it, both girls knew it, but in the heat of the moment no one really cared.

  Sebastian crooked his fingers inside Hellena and brought a soft, low moan from her.

  "There you go," he purred. "I was starting to get worried."

  She smiled, but it was soon wiped away by a shudder and another soft groan.

  Black Top was still between Red Top's legs, the sounds coming from her now more realistic. Sebastian nipped at Hellena's shoulder and her fingers tightened in his hair. Rubbing her clit with his thumb, he listened to her moan as she arched into his touch. Sebastian put three fingers inside her, gently.

  Red Top had her fingers twisted in Black Top's hair. She made a little sound that wasn't faked and then her release rippled through her.

  "Switch." Sebastian picked up the pace of his finger fucking so Hellena groaned next to his ear, kicking his arousal up a notch. He strained against his trousers.

  Standing, Sebastian dumped Hellena off his lap and onto her feet. "Bend over." Hellena did as she was told, bending over his desk. He pushed her skirts up and freed himself from his confines so he could a slide a condom on and slip inside her.

  "Grind on her," Sebastian ordered. Red Top slid over Black Top's body to stimulate Black Top's clit with her own. He thrust into Hellena, pulling a strangled moan from her.

  "Alright?" he asked a little concerned.

  "Don't stop. Oh, god, please."

  Sebastian slammed his hips into Hellena's ass. She shrieked with pleasure as he worked in and out of her.

  Red Top rubbed herself against Black Top.

  "Do you like the view?" he asked as he slammed into Hellena again. She couldn't do anything but moan. Loud. "I didn't catch that," he said. He pulled out slowly.

  "Godammit, Sebastian. Yes. I'm close, Bash."

  "Hm." Sebastian stepped up his pace until he felt Hellena come around him and cry out in pleasure.

  The twins hit their climax at almost the same time.

  "Don't stop," he told the twins. "Kiss her."

  Sebastian watched them makeout as he continued to fuck Hellena until he felt his own climax begin to build. Taking a fistful of Hellena's hair, he pulled her against him and licked a line up the crook of her neck. Hellena shuddered and Sebastian's climax overtook him. For a moment, he saw Mariss in his mind’s eye, but he pushed the image away and let the feel of Hellena's body and her scent fill his senses. He thrust into her hard as he came, repeating the motion a few more times.

  "Goddamn, Sebastian." Hellena collapsed onto the desktop as he pulled out of her and sat down hard in his chair. Her skirts fell down to cover her bare ass. She handed him some tissues from the box on the desk so he could clean himself up and tuck himself away.

  "Glad I could please. You two may stay as long as you need to recover," he offered, but he knew better. They were already putting their strappy outfits back on to get back to work.

  Sebastian pulled Hellena onto his lap and let her snuggle into his side.

  "All forgiven?" he asked.

  "You never apologized for anything," Hellena chuckled against the side of his neck.

  ***

  Sebastian stood in front of the three security guards, trying to decide how he was going to get into the hospital room, when one of them stepped aside.

  "You're cleared for entry."

  "Really?" He was surprised. "Mariss cleared me?"

  "Holden."

  Impressed, he opened the door and closed it before he saw what was going on.

  "Bassy!" Mariss cried. "Hi!"

  Her eyes were bleary and her smile was loose. She'd twisted herself through the saddles of the traction machine and was hanging in the air on her good side, a bottle of whisky in her hand. It sloshed onto the bed when she tried to wave.

  "Oops," she giggled. "Want some?" She held the bottle out to him.

  Sebastian reached for it with the intention of removing it from her possession, but she jerked it back and took another gulp.

  "You are far past sending drunken text messages, Red. Where's the other guard?"

  "In the bathroom," she slurred. "I think I scared him."

  "And how did you do that? He's ten times your size."

  Mariss lifted her free arm and pointed something silver at his face. "With this." It was a scalpel and it looked like it was freshly sharpened. "He was trying to get me out of my swing."

  "Maybe that's a good idea."

  "No, I'm having fun." Mariss rocked herself back and forth.

  Sebastian shook his head. If her husband's departure had this kind of effect on her, then her drunken texts were simply an extension of that. Still, he took comfort in the fact that she was thinking about him.

  "Mariss, I don't want you to get hurt worse than you already are."

  "Mariss? You only call me that when you're irritated with me. I want to swing."

  He sighed. It would be funny if she wasn't being so reckless. "I'll rock you. At least you're not a naked drunk."

  "Is that supposed to be sexual? I don't think I want you to touch me."

  He smirked. "Don't think you can control yourself?"

  "No." She frowned like she was confused. "I'm ready to get down now."

  He reached out to help her, but Mariss shoved the bottle into his hands and he had to put that down first. She wriggled until she got her top half out of the stirrup. Her arms were unsteady and she lost her grip. Mariss dropped onto the bed, her hips still stuck in the other swing. She let out a bellowing laugh, the hand with the scalpel flailing about and making Sebastian nervous.

  "Mariss, please let me help you."

  "No! Don't touch me!"

  She sliced at him with the scalpel, but he moved away just in time.

  "If you cut me with that, you will know what it's like to have me angry with you." She sliced at him again. "Stop that." On her third pass, he caught her wrist and wrenched the weapon from her grasp as the body guard stepped out of the bathroom. "Where did you get this anyway?"

  She only shrugged. Sebastian gave the guard an exasperated look. He reached for her again, but she jerked her hips from his reach.

  "No!" She sounded like a spoiled brat.

  With a snap, the whole contraption came crashing down. Mariss' body dropped against the bed. The cry of pain she let loose jarred Sebastian to his core. That she was in pain was unacceptable.

  Because she was still tangled in the swing, when the thing crashed to the floor, it pulled her off the bed. Sebastian leapt over in one long stride and landed on the other side. He knelt beside Mariss as the guard caught up.

  "Are you alright, sweetheart?"

  She shook her head. Quiet tears slipped from her eyes. "I'm gonna be sick, Bassy."

  He laughed. As awful as the nickname was, he liked it when it came out of her mouth.

  Sebastian lifted her and the guard moved out of the way so he could carry her to the bathroom. He set her on the floor in front of the toilet.

  "False alarm." She smiled up at him just before she bent over the toilet and threw up. She didn't have anything in her stomach but the liquor.

  "Mariss, how
did you get like this?"

  "I drank too much," she said matter-of-factly before she heaved again.

  Sebastian pulled her hair from her face and expertly twisted it into a knot at the nape of her neck. "Do you always do this when your husband leaves?"

  "No. Well, kinda." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Bassy?"

  "Yes, sweetheart?"

  "I'm tired."

  He nodded. Mariss leaned her head against his shoulder and looked up at him. One hand reached up to stroke his cheek and Sebastian leaned into her warm, gentle touch.

  "You're kind of beautiful," she said softly. "In a gruff, manly sort of way." Her hand dropped. Sebastian caught her as her body went slack.

  "So are you, sweetheart." Minus the gruff and manly part. He laid her on the bed that the guard had cleared of debris. "Where did she get the liquor?"

  "I don't know. I stepped out so they could say their goodbyes, and when I came back ,she was chugging away."

  Sebastian shook his head as he covered her with the sheet. "I'm going to stay for a little while. In case she needs anything."

  As the light faded, leaving the room cast in shadows, Sebastian watched Mariss' sleeping form. He knew he was in danger of losing himself to a married woman. Once again, he thought of fleeing, but he couldn't keep a straight thought in his head when she wasn't around. And that was the danger. Just the thought of losing her could send him into a tailspin. He was fine as long as he knew she was there. She didn't have to be close or even in the same country, but knowing that she was thinking of him meant more than anything else.

  He watched her all night. When the sun came up, he gathered his jacket and her empty whisky bottle and left.

  "There was an accident in Mariss Red's room," he told the woman at the front desk. "Her traction contraption fell last night."

  "I'll send someone in right away."

  "Oh, it's no hurry. She's sleeping." He shook the empty bottle and the liquor left in the bottom sloshed around. "She had a bit too much to drink. I assure you I did not provide this." Sebastian slipped the bottle back inside his jacket. He didn't know what kind of mood Mariss would be in when she woke up, so he left his number at the front desk. "Please call me if anything…changes."

  The woman nodded. Her eyes roved his body suggestively. Out of pure cruelty, Sebastian grinned and winked and strode to the door.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Fuck You

  Mariss walked out of her office as Sebastian stepped off the elevator with Hellena on his arm. The corset she wore today was black leather with silver hook-and-eyes. It had little cap sleeves, but still didn't cover much. The red jeans accentuated her thick hips.

  Mariss stopped in front of them. She was smiling, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Her black pencil skirt had a red and black frill that ran down the right side from her waist to the hem. The white silk blouse showed her curves and she wore similar shiny red heels to the ones she'd worn the last time he was here.

  "Good morning, Mrs. Red," Sebastian greeted her.

  "Hello, Sebastian. Hellena, right?"

  He was impressed she remembered her from the club.

  Hellena gave a bright smile and said something in German. Mariss' polite smile was replaced with one of pure malice.

  "Don't come into my business and offer veiled threats in a language you don't think I can understand." The sweet tone never left her voice, but she turned on her heel and marched down the hall.

  "What did you say to her?" Sebastian demanded.

  "I told her to stay away from you. Why didn't you tell me she knew German?"

  His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. "She is German, Hellena, and I only just recently found out." He dug his phone out and checked the screen. Mariss had text messaged him.

  :What. The. Fuck?!:

  Sebastian suppressed a chuckle. :I'm sorry. I didn't think she'd be so rude.:

  :Anymore of that bullshit and I'll have security escort her out.:

  :Yes, ma'am.:

  Sebastian turned to Hellena and kissed the side of her head. "Behave yourself." She followed him down the hall to the studio where Mariss and her team waited.

  "Hey!" Eloisa marched across the room to him, her fists planted on her hips. "You bailed."

  "I'm sorry, Eloisa." Sebastian gave her his most charming smile.

  "Don't give me that." She wagged her finger in his face. "I spent the whole night setting this place up for you. I think you owe me a little more than 'I'm sorry'."

  Sebastian let his amused smile turn seductive and watched her melt when he touched her cheek. "I'm sorry, Eloisa. Let me make it up to you," he purred.

  She stared at him dumbly for a moment, then her smile brightened, but she didn't quite snap all the way out of it. "That's what I'm talking about. I'll let you know when and where."

  Sebastian chuckled.

  "You're very self-aware today, Mr. Boa." Mariss popped up beside him.

  "It is a photo shoot, Mrs. Red. I have to be on top of my game." He looked around, but didn't see Hellena anywhere.

  "I suppose that's true. Your friend went to the restroom."

  "Ah." Sebastian looked down at her. "How are you doing?"

  "I'm fine. The bruise is still all kinds of pretty colors, but I'm okay. Still hurts to laugh."

  He smiled. "I'll keep that in mind."

  "Shall we get started? We're all ready for you. Oh, um, no iPads."

  Sebastian smirked.

  "Hm. That was a natural reaction. It looks good on you."

  He watched her walk away. The sway of her hips kept his attention longer than he should have stared. He looked away and straight into the amused eyes of Brit who laughed silently.

  "We're waiting on you."

  "Your face hair grew back in," Mariss said from across the room. "Good. I don't want you clean shaven."

  "Ah, but you do want me."

  Instead of ducking her head to hide her blush, Mariss gave him the most devious, seductive smile he'd yet to see on her. His heart stopped for a moment and he had to blink to be sure he'd actually seen it. She was less inhibited around her friends and coworkers.

  "That's very self-aware of you, Mrs. Red."

  Her smiled softened into one more genuine. "I don't want your hair like that."

  "Then how do you want it?"

  "Come here and I'll fix it."

  Sebastian sat in the chair she'd set up across from her. Next to it was a table with hair products and some makeup.

  "I should have had you bring your own hair stylist. I didn't think about it."

  "This is fine."

  Mariss rubbed some product into her palm and ran her fingers through his hair. "Morris, the guard from the hospital, told me what you did the night of my bender." She chuckled. "I wanted to thank you."

  "You could have texted me."

  "I wanted to do it in person. You didn't have to come all the way to the hospital just to watch me crash and burn."

  "Have you heard anything about who pushed you yet?"

  Mariss shook her head as her hands molded his hair into the style she wanted. He had people with their hands in his hair all the time, but this was strangely more intimate. "The cops aren't doing much about it. I've been home for three days now."

  "Is that all? What are you doing this evening?"

  "Drinking?"

  "Alone?" He shook his head, but stopped when she grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged to keep him in place. "Join me for dinner. You're reckless when you drink."

  Mariss snorted. "Reckless. Morris said I was swinging from the traction machine."

  "You were. You broke it. You also told me I was beautiful." A secret smile played on his lips.

  "Did I?" she asked passively.

  "Mm hm. I think that was the first compliment you've given me."

  "Well, how many times a day do people tell you that you have gorgeous eyes?"

  "Doesn't matter," he said, blinking up at her. "Coming from the right person, it sounds li
ke the first time."

  Mariss eyes widened some. She stared at him, unblinking for a long moment.

  "So are you going to tell me?" he grinned.

  She frowned, her pretty face wrinkling across her brow. "Tell you what?"

  "How gorgeous my eyes are."

  "Didn't I just tell you that?"

  Sebastian shook his head and gave her a very self-aware smile.

  "You have gorgeous blue eyes, Sebastian."

  "Why, thank you, Mrs. Red. Don't let your husband hear you say that." He winked and she rolled her eyes.

  "Your arrogance is unbecoming."

  "Your smile is lovely."

  Mariss sighed and gave him a smile that said she liked his compliments, even if she begrudged them.

  Sebastian's eye was drawn to the other side of the room when a stack of books fell over.

  "Oh, my god!" Eloisa shouted. "I'm so sorry, Mare!"

  "She's so dramatic." Mariss chuckled. "Leave it, Wheeza."

  "What?"

  "Just leave it. It's fine there. I like it kind of messy."

  "Oh." Eloisa motioned across the room with one arm. "Do you want me to knock the rest of it over too?"

  "No, that's fine." Mariss shook her head and went back to styling his hair.

  "The women you work with are very animated." Sebastian reached up to stroke her arm. She pulled away and frowned at him.

  "Why do you do that? You just touch people and say the most inappropriate things. Why?"

  "Because I want to. I wouldn't touch you inappropriately unless I knew you wanted it." He winked.

  "Do you always do what you want?"

  Sebastian felt his eyes smolder, a natural reaction that made Mariss stop what she was doing to stare. "Not always." He knew she caught his meaning.

  "Bash." Hellena called his name.

  Mariss started, pulled from his unintentionally woven spell. Sebastian tore his eyes from Mariss' startled ones as she went back to styling his hair.

  "I don't like that look for you," Hellena pouted with her arms crossed over her chest, making her breasts more obvious - as if they could be missed - and her weight balanced on one foot.

  "It's Mariss' shoot," he admonished. "It's not about what you want." Even though he wasn't looking at her, he saw Mariss' eyes widen at his tone.