Arranged around the foot of the stairs were a few cameramen while a lot of the reporters kept themselves to the back. This event wasn't for asking questions, although certainly a few would try after the prepared speech was out of the way. I looked around, trying to find Sebastian in the crowd of perhaps two hundred people when I felt my heart get ripped in two.
Sebastian was off to the side of the assembly, looking as handsome as ever in his fitted tuxedo. What hurt though were the two girls who were talking to him. One was a knockout Asian girl, with that caramel color to her skin, almond shaped eyes and tight body that screamed model or at least high-society, while the other was a redhead that already looked hot and bothered by Sebastian's presence. The three of them were chatting, with both of the girls putting their hands on Sebastian's arms and chest, obviously flirting with him.
Thoughts rushed through my mind as I watched him talk to the girls. The first was outrage, wanting to go charging down there and kick both of their asses. The second thought though crushed me and brought tears to my eyes. What if all of Sebastian's words, all his kind kisses and little whispers after he was done fucking me were nothing more than pillow talk to him? What if I was just another notch on his belt, to be replaced with a new one after it got boring fucking me? I was so lost in thought that I didn't even hear when Jim Mason's speech wrapped up, and my mom had to jostle my elbow to remind me to clap.
After the speech, I let my mask fall over my face. Anyone who's lived in high society knows the mask I'm talking about, it's the one that smiles and says all the right things on the outside while on the inside, a totally different dialogue is going on. We can smile and exchange air kisses with women we hate or do nothing while people we actually like are eviscerated by the press or by more influential peers in public. While I'm nowhere near as adept in my mask as some of the people in our social circle, mine has a lot of practice.
Circulating around the party, I played my role of charming daughter to Donald Witherspoon, smiling and making the right comments at the right time. I even exchanged pleasantries with Jim Mason, who I agreed to come by his campaign headquarters and discuss the possibility of me working as his 'youth coordinator.'
Afterward, the party really started, with alcohol and music in the garden around the pool. I consciously avoided any of the alcohol, using the classic dodge of drinking dry ginger ale and passing it off as champagne. I was downing my third flute of the stuff when Harvey Mason, Jim's son who is just about my age, came up with a smile on his face. "Hey, you're Cassie, right?"
"Yes I am," I said, returning the smile. "I saw you standing on the other side of your father at the speech. Quite a nice one, if I can say."
"Of course you can. Dad will be quite happy about that, although I have to take a bit of credit for it. I did some of the rewriting of Dad's original ideas. He's got a good voice, just a tendency to go on a bit too long, and not use the right sort of words that get people buzzing."
"So you're in politics then?" I asked him, keeping my smile fixed. I didn't really like the guy, but he was Jim Mason's son, and it certainly wouldn't be appropriate to make the man angry so soon after meeting him, especially with his relationship with Donald taken into consideration.
"No, actually I work for a tech startup, but a lot of what I do is search engine optimization, which has a lot in common. Keywords, buzzwords, it's kind of all the same. Say, I know this is a bit forward, but would you care to dance with me?"
I didn't agree to dance with Harvey because I wanted to get Sebastian jealous. For all I knew, he was already upstairs giving those two women orgasmic dreams they would pray to never wake up from. I agreed to dance with him because of who he was, plain and simple. It was by pure bad luck that the song changed from a livelier dance number to a slow dance. Harvey pulled me against him as we moved, and while I will admit he was a decent dancer, I was in no way interested in the guy.
My disinterest turned into dislike when I felt his hands roam down and over my ass. "Hey, north of the Mason-Dixon line," I joked, lifting his right hand up to the small of my back. "You should behave at your father's campaign kickoff."
His hand almost immediately starting to drift down again. This time, I stopped him cold, stepping back from him and giving him a light shove.
"Harvey, don't do something stupid and make a scene at your father's campaign kickoff. The news crews are still around."
Harvey's grin worried me — he wasn't getting the point. He was used to girls resisting him and either him getting his way via some sort of imagined charm, or perhaps his father's influence, I didn't know. Then again, it could’ve just been that he’d had too many drinks. Either way, I wasn't going to stick around and find out. Walking away, I made sure to keep myself near the cameras and those who might stand in the way of him getting inappropriate again. Sadly, as the party wrapped up, the crowd thinned, and the news crews left to make their eleven o'clock deadlines. I hadn't seen Sebastian since the beginning of the party, and most of me was afraid to. I was sure if I went back to my room, I'd be subjected to listening as he had one of his epic sexual encounters next door to me.
I was just downing my last glass of ginger ale, and wondering how long I could hold it before I had to go to the toilet when I felt someone come up behind me and wrap their arms around my waist. I could tell as soon as I felt his hands it wasn't Sebastian, and I responded in the most instinctive manner I could, a hard elbow that caught whoever it was just below the belt buckle, right above his balls.
"Ouch, bitch!" I heard behind me, confirming what I suspected. Harvey had tried to cop a feel.
Turning, I could see Harvey rubbing the spot, a sick grin on his face. I made a decision at that point. Jim Mason might be a good guy, but his son was an asshole, and a dangerous one at that. I was sure I wasn't going to join the Mason campaign, I couldn't stand the idea of being close to him for the next six months.
"Fuck off, Harvey."
The few party goers nearby were either too drunk or too intimidated by Harvey's position to step in. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me, one that I could take comfort in. Sebastian stood next to me, his arms crossed over his massive chest looking across at Harvey.
"Is everything okay, Little One?" he asked me. This seemed to be a regular occurrence — Sebastian sticking up for me after getting harassed by assholes who couldn’t accept the word no.
I was just about to reply when Harvey stuck his foot deep into his own mouth by answering for me. "Your little sister was just engaging in a little foreplay with me, Seabass," Harvey replied, invoking perhaps the most juvenile and idiotic nickname for Sebastian I’d ever heard. "She just likes to play hard to get."
Sebastian nodded and looked over at me. "You want to play with him, Little One?"
"Not really," I replied, glaring at him.
Sebastian nodded, his commanding mask firmly on his face. I could see a glint in my his eyes, and he leaned in, whispering in my ear. "Last time I saved you. You get yourself out of this one. But I have your back if you need it."
Putting a false, sexy smile on my face, I walked over to Harvey. "Okay Harvey, you want to play? Let's play."
I leaned in, standing up on my tiptoes as Harvey grinned, leaning down toward me. When his lips were just a few inches from my own, my knee rocketed up, catching him cleanly in the big muscle of his right leg. It wasn't a clean shot in the balls, but it hurt like hell, I was sure of it.
Grabbing at his thigh, Harvey for the first time seemed more perplexed than turned on. Stepping in close, I pushed him back, sending him stumbling over a chair behind him and crashing into the pool. I was somewhat aware of flashbulbs going off but didn't care as Harvey got himself over to the edge of the pool, dragging himself out before standing up, dripping everywhere on the deck. I could see my mother, Donald and Jim Mason approaching, concern written on my mom's face, outrage on Jim’s.
"What the hell is going on here?"
"You need to keep your son away from any of your female ca
mpaign staff, Jim," Sebastian replied, taking me by the shoulders before I could say anything. "I saw your son here cop a feel on Cassie, and she responded by pushing him into the pool. All even, in my opinion."
Jim looked over at his son, his face clouding in anger. "We'll talk later. Donald, Amanda, I apologize for my son's misbehavior. And Cassie, I owe you an apology. I'd still like to talk with you about my campaign, but I understand if you want to turn down my offer."
Chapter 7
I had just finished peeling my cocktail dress off when I heard Sebastian knocking on my bedroom door. His two bedmates must have left already. "Come in, Sebastian," I said, pulling a robe around my shoulders. I was in no mood for having him see me naked.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, wearing just his tuxedo pants and shirt. "I leave the party for a half hour to talk with some senior partners in a local firm, and I lose track of you for hours. What went on?"
"I could ask you the same thing. When I saw you talking to those two girls before the press conference, I thought you brought them up here. They certainly looked willing."
For the first time since we met, I think I saw true hurt on Sebastian's face. I was surprised and shocked when he gaped at me for a moment before lowering his eyes, hiding his expression. "Is that really what you think this is, Cassie? That I'm just fucking you for fun, and that another woman will take your place whenever I want?"
“Well, you have sort of a reputation, and we both know that."
"Maybe, but perhaps they threw themselves at me, and I turned them down. Did you think of that? I was serious when I said that I was talking with some lawyers. It wasn't just a cover for a sexual escapade."
I don't know if it was Sebastian's words or the expression on his face, but I felt tears spring to my eyes. My lip quivered as all the frustration, fear, and emotion of the past few days ever since I’d learned I was pregnant, came loose in a knot from inside me. I would have sunk to the floor sobbing except that Sebastian caught me, carrying me in his arms to lay me on the bed, curling up against his chest as the sobs tore through me. "Shhhh. Cassie, I'm here," he whispered, his strong arms gently wrapped around my shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere."
"You say that now, but what about in four or six months?" I asked, sniffling and snorting back the tears. "When my belly is huge and I look like a cow?"
It took Sebastian a moment to register what I’d just said. Hell of a way to tell the man you love that you're pregnant. "You mean . . . How long?"
"I haven't been to the doctor yet, but I've taken four different home tests, and each of them came back positive. Sebastian, I'm pregnant. It's your baby."
In my mind, I had anticipated a thousand different reactions, from the Maury Povich "I am not the father," to running out, to laughing at me. Instead, he pulled me in closer, kissed me softly on the lips, and smiled.
"Thank you, Cassie."
I sat quietly for a moment before smiling back at him. "Thank you, Sebastian. I've been worried about this moment for a while now and your reaction was better than I could've imagined."
Sebastian stroked my back. Now that my tears had passed, and the crisis over, I could feel the first tendrils of desire winding their way through my body.
You told your father that you were considering staying closer to home recently. Did you say that because of me?"
“I did. I love you, and couldn't imagine being a thousand miles away, especially now knowing you have my child inside you."
"I love you too, Sebastian."
Our kisses deepened, and I could feel his caresses become more erotic, searching for those areas on me that he knew I enjoyed being touched. He trailed his kisses down my neck to the V of my robe, pushing the loose fabric off as he went until the top pooled over my belt, my breasts exposed in the light. I chuckled.
"You know, for all we've done, I think this is the first time we've had sex in my bedroom," I said, causing Sebastian to laugh as well.
"There's a lot more I want to do with you than just have lots of amazing sex," Sebastian replied, kissing me again on the collarbones. “I want something deeper.” His words stopped as he lowered his head further, circling around my breast to find my left nipple, sucking it softly into his mouth. His tongue grazed over the pebbled tip, causing me to whine in pleasure as his hands worked to undo the belt of my robe. I still had on a satin g-string under, chosen because it wouldn't give any panty line to the cocktail dress. He pushed me onto my back, his hands pulling at the narrow sidebands until I lifted my hips, letting him slide them off of me.
The whole time, his tongue kept up the erotic assault on my nipples, switching from one to the other in an erratic pattern, always switching just when I thought I couldn't take anymore. My hands could only pull at the bedspread beside me as he got between my legs, still in his formal shirt and pants. Releasing my nipple, he paused and looked up at me.
"There's something else we haven't done before," he said, a smile on his face. When I looked at him perplexed, his smile widened into a grin. "Tonight I serve you, Mistress. And the first thing I want to do for you is to taste you."
The word Mistress sent a thrill through my body, and a glint came to my eye. Sure, Sebastian would always be the one fully in charge, we both knew it. I’d been in charge of sexual partners before and it just didn’t have the same effect when they were lesser men. For him to voluntarily give me the power was a sexier aphrodisiac than anything I could ever dream of. I nodded, scooting back on my bed until I was semi-reclined on my pillows, my arms spread like I was a queen.
"Then serve me, Sebastian. Show me what I mean to you."
He had that same amused glint in his eye I had seen at other times. Except this time it was different, there was no mask in place as he kissed his way down my torso to my hip, carefully avoiding the ticklish spots on my hip bones. I was the luckiest woman in the world, seeing the true Sebastian, in all of his complexity and depth of passion.
Sebastian paused as he hovered over my pussy, his eyes looking up at me with all the love and passion I could ever want. Reaching out with his tongue, he licked me slowly, dragging his tongue from the bottom to the top, spreading me open. I shivered at the feeling, returning his look with a smile and my eyes boring into his soul as much as he was looking into mine.
Sebastian rarely used his tongue on me, we both enjoyed the mutual pleasure of him being inside me. He demonstrated his skill on me every time, and it still was always a shock. Every kiss, every lick of his tongue on my labia sent electricity through me until I was holding onto the Mistress fiction by only the strongest force of will I had. With a smile, Sebastian lowered his head further to lick deep inside me, his almost unnaturally long tongue caressing me almost to the point where I wondered if he could actually lick my g-spot if he wanted to. When he pulled out to lick higher, I knew I couldn't withstand much before I came, but I knew that he didn't want me to — it was why tonight I was the Mistress. I didn't have to concern myself with anything but my own bliss.
Finding the hooded nub of my clit, Sebastian tenderly circled it until I was gasping, my juices flowing and coating his chin. Only then, when I was at the height of my arousal, did he actually touch my clit with his tongue, flicking the tip of his tongue swiftly over the spot, my body arching up off the bed as my first orgasm of the night swept through me with a crash. I could hear myself cry out, but it felt like an out of body experience, like listening to someone else climaxing as my body was set afire in passion and joy.
When I came down, I could feel him still between my legs, a happy smile on his face.
"You know, if you let me be Mistress more often, I think I'm going to make you do that every time," I joked, opening up my arms to receive him in an embrace.
I grew serious, stroking Sebastian's face with the back of my knuckles.
"So does this mean I don't have to worry if we're going to be exclusive with each other from now on? No more stupid jealousy?" I hated asking, but I needed my mind to be set at ease.
"None. Although I still won't like it if you go dancing with assholes. That's twice now."
"No more. I'll dance with only you," I replied. “But we do have another problem."
"What's that?"
"How are we going to break the news to Donald and mom?"
"I don't know, but we'll figure it out. After all, we're both pretty smart, if I do say so myself. Now, no more of this. How can I please you tonight?"
I thought for a moment, before realizing what made me happiest was giving him pleasure. I don't mean being a passive fuck toy for him, but instead, a lover focused on giving him true pleasure. As aroused as I was, and as emotional as I was, a thought came to mind. Turning over onto my hands and knees, I wiggled my ass at him.
"Strip, and then I want you in my ass," I said earnestly.
Sebastian looked a bit surprised at my request, but when the massive grin broke out over his face, I knew he understood what I wanted. Pulling his pants and shirt off quickly, he actually left on his tank top undershirt, his enthusiasm was so high for what we were about to do. I reached over to my nightstand where I kept a small bottle of lubricant, something I’d used when we first started having sex since he was so large.
"Go slow. You're still massive, even after knocking me up."
I could see Sebastian bite his lip at my words, and I realized I had found another area that turned him on. I rubbed some lubricant onto my fingers and began to massage my asshole for him while he stumbled out of his underwear.
"Yes Mistress," I heard Sebastian moan, for the first time true submission in his voice. It both scared me and excited me, knowing how deeply in love with me he was. Nobody had ever seen him so exposed and raw before as I did right then, my ass pointed towards him and his massive cock in his hand, staring at me. "I love the idea."
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