"You planned this out well," I said, licking bits of dark red spicy barbecue sauce off my fingers. "I mean seriously, you don't just find places like this because you had a whim for the scenic route."
Sebastian smiled and chewed on his baby back rib.
"What can I say? I wanted this to be a memorable event for us. Think of it as a two-day long date, not just a single trip to a restaurant. Which, by the way, we do have reservations for tomorrow night. Although I have no idea if it will be anywhere near as good as this. Remind me before we leave to pick up a couple of bottles of the sauce in the gift shop. Chef will be upset, but I have to let Dad try this stuff."
"Sounds good to me," I said, squirting some of the sauce onto my hand-cut curly fries. "I think I could eat this with everything in the world. Seriously, you think this would go well on top of vanilla ice cream?"
Sebastian groaned and laughed at the same time. "Please tell me that's the hormones talking."
"Maybe. But it is some damn good barbecue sauce."
We reached our hotel just before ten, the manager staying late to personally greet us and check us in. Face it, when the name "Sebastian Witherspoon," is on a hotel register and the credit card used is attached to the Witherspoon empire, people go out of their way to give that extra special bit of service. While I hadn't been to New York since my Mom married Donald, I was pretty sure that would be the case even in a hotel like the Waldorf Astoria. Hell, maybe even Parisians would be polite with Witherspoon money coming their way.
In interacting with the manager, I chuckled on the inside as I saw Sebastian play his role as the scion of the Witherspoon empire. He was clearly the one in charge of the whole thing, but he acted with a sort of bored grace that let the manager feel like he was doing his job well, but that Sebastian knew exactly who was in charge of the whole situation. Then again, when you could literally buy the hotel, Sebastian was in charge. The manager actually carried our bags to our room by himself, trying to respectfully upsell us on things the whole way.
"Mr. Witherspoon, are you sure you just want a regular room? We have two suites available, which would probably be much closer to what you are used to. Our normal rooms are typically used by business travelers."
"I understand, but it's fine. We're just here to visit the Trafalgar campus. If I'm to come up here to law school, I think it would be better to learn how typical people live, don't you think?"
The manager nodded grimly, and I had to laugh on the inside. Sebastian knew he could never understand what a man like a hotel manager lived like. But by putting on this charade, he was making sure the manager would both stay away in the future and spread around to his staff to give us our privacy as well. The funniest part was, the difference between Sebastian and the manager wasn't in the size of their bank accounts, it was in their personalities and their mind. I know that if Sebastian was stripped naked and cast penniless into the world, he'd probably be ruling his own kingdom by the next Christmas, such is the force of his personality. There are figures in history that supposedly commanded armies with a single word or gesture, and Sebastian could stand eye to eye with those greats if he wanted to.
Once inside the room, Sebastian tipped the manager a ludicrous amount of money before the door closed and we were alone again.
"Now, my Little One, let's go to bed," Sebastian said, pulling me in close for a kiss. "I hope the walls in this hotel are well insulated."
Pushing me back, Sebastian rolled underneath me to make sure I didn't lose my balance falling onto the mattress. Instead, I tumbled against his chest, my knees catching me so that I ended up kneeling over him. "I love you, Cassie," Sebastian said, his hands pulling my t-shirt up to run over my ribs. “I’m going to make you mine forever."
My voice left me as his words and his hands mixed together to drive me wild with joy. Forever? Of course I was his forever.
Pulling me down on top of him, he kissed me tenderly, our lips melting together. His hands reached around to stroke my back while at the same time unhooking my bra, letting the cups dangle from my shoulders sandwiched between us. I could feel his cock, stiff and urgent in his pants, and I was glad I had chosen to wear casual athletic clothes for the drive up. I didn't want to take the time to mess with buttons and zippers.
Pulling me higher, Sebastian kissed my jaw line, his lips and tongue leaving me gasping for air. My hair tumbled down around his head, leaving me unable to see him as he trailed his lips lower, pulling up on my t-shirt to rid me of my clothes. When I lifted my arms up over my head, he nimbly rolled me over, using the fabric to trap my arms above my head, my breasts trembling on my chest as I locked eyes with him.
"Now, Little One, you're mine for the rest of the night. If you can work out that hard, you can take what I give you just fine."
I smiled, thrilled at the reemergence of the more dominant side of Sebastian's sexual energy. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy making love and all of the kindnesses he showed me, but his dominance is undeniable, sexy, and absolutely erotic. Squirming, I tried to adjust myself underneath him. "How may I please you tonight?” I asked, continuing on with our little game.
"Lay back," Sebastian commanded, "and don't move your arms — unless you want a spanking."
Part of me wanted to disobey, toying with the idea of getting a spanking from him, but I was held still by the command in his eyes as he scooted down, pulling my pants and underpants down my legs before discarding them across the room onto the other unused bed. We had to book a double room, after all.
Pulling his clothes off, he towered over me, his body perfect in the lamp-light of the room. His cock was huge, already twitching in anticipation of our coupling, and my heart stopped momentarily watching him.
Reaching up to cup my left breast, his thumb teased over my nipple.
"It's difficult for me because I want to be much more forceful — like we did the first time — but I don't want to hurt you or our baby."
I smiled up at him. "Don't worry, Sebastian. You won't hurt me or the baby. Remember, I'm the first woman to take you to your limits anyway."
The challenge sparked something in him, and his smile took on an amused tilt.
"Oh, you think you've seen my limits, huh? You haven't seen anything yet."
Lifting my leg, Sebastian flipped me over onto my stomach before pulling on my hair, yanking me to my knees. I could feel his hot cock pressing against me, and I gasped, the slight pain mixing with my desire.
"Now you get to see exactly what I'm made of," Sebastian growled, pushing my head down into the cover on the bed.
Without giving me a chance to reply, Sebastian buried himself inside me in one hard stroke, driving the air out of me. His massive ten-inch cock takes a lot to get used to, and even though we had been having sex for months, it was still a shock, and I was glad I had been so aroused all day in anticipation of what we both knew was coming. Keeping his left hand wrapped in my hair, he pulled back before slamming into me again, my body already quivering from the stimulation.
"Hold on, Cassie,” Sebastian smirked, his voice unequivocally that of an experienced lover.
Scrunching the bedspread in my fists, I tried as best I could to hold on as Sebastian pounded in and out of me — his cock igniting my body with every thrust — every time our hips slapped together. I couldn't hold back anymore, screaming my orgasm as he kept going, not giving me any respite. My eyes crossed, I could barely see anything as my entire universe became his cock filling me over and over, his pace not slackening but still changing, becoming more sensuous and loving as he brought both of us to another epic peak. I tried as best I could to keep up, squeezing my body around him, but my first orgasm had shattered my control, and I could barely concentrate on his pleasure like I knew I wanted to.
Thankfully, Sebastian's desire was as pitched as my own, and he was also on what was, for him, a highly-aroused state. I could feel my next orgasm rushing upon me when his cock swelled and I could feel the pace of his thrusts change, becoming more
erratic as he came closer and closer to his own climax.
"Fuck me, Sebastian!” I urged him, knowing he was close. His only reply was a grunt of lustful energy.
For the first time in our lives, our climax was truly simultaneous. We’d climaxed close together before, one triggering the other, but this was unheard of. I mean, I'd read about it, but never expected it to be as intense as it was. Just as the explosion started inside me, I could hear Sebastian cry out, his cock exploding inside me. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire, the explosion tearing through both of us. I buried my face in the blanket and screamed, my body losing all control as I gushed around him. My fingers actually ripped the bed spread, digging through the nylon fabric to the blanket underneath, my chest frozen as my body squeezed tight around him before exploding outward.
I know I lost consciousness, but I don't know for how long. When I came to, I could feel Sebastian behind me, his arms holding me tight as my feet and arms twitched and kicked at the bed, the muscles still not understanding what the hell just happened. My skin felt like it was being covered in alternating blasts of hot and cold water, and tears streamed down my face. Thankfully, I could at least somewhat breathe again.
"Holy fucking hell," I gasped, earning a kiss from Sebastian on my neck. "Is that what I get to expect the rest of the weekend?"
"Who knows?" Sebastian said. "You scared me for a moment there. You were out for a good thirty seconds."
"Thanks to you," I said, still feeling spasms down below from the massive orgasm. "I'm sorry, but after that, I don't think I can do anything else for the rest of the night."
Sebastian chuckled and slid off the bed, lifting me in his arms. With one free leg, an amazing feat of balance, he slid the blankets down before setting me on the bed and wrapping himself and the blankets around us.
"That's okay, Cassie. I don't think I could either," he whispered, reaching over and turning down the lights. "But maybe tomorrow morning we can see how we feel. I love you."
"I love you too, Sebastian."
Chapter 11
The next morning, let's just say that Sebastian and I broke in the shower of that hotel quite well. It was nine in the morning before he and I left our room, the key tucked securely in my purse. I had dressed up a little bit, wearing a knee-length skirt that still showed Sebastian plenty of my figure, along with a light blouse and jacket. Our first stop was a place my mother would have had a fit if she knew we were there, a Cracker Barrel.
I ordered enough food to make the waitress give me a knowing look. Thankfully, she didn't know who I was by sight. We were at least far enough upstate for that to happen. As we waited for our chicken fried steak and eggs, Sebastian and I talked like any other couple I had ever seen.
"So, are you going to join in on Mason's campaign?" he asked, sipping at his coffee. "I mean, I know his son's an ass, and you did the right thing throwing him in our pool, but still, Mason's got a good shot at making the State House. It'd be a good mark on your resume."
I shrugged, stirring cream and sugar into my tea. "Maybe, but after we tell Mom and Donald about us, I don't think any political campaign is going to let me within twenty yards of them."
Sebastian nodded, taking another sip of his coffee. "That could be a problem. Although anyone who would turn you down for such a stupid reason as public perception is a damned fool."
"Politics is full of damned fools, you know that," I teased him. "That's why all the best minds go into something besides politics."
"Oh, I don't know, I was thinking you might make a great political leader some day," Sebastian said, reaching forward and grabbing a buttermilk biscuit out of the basket before I ate them all. "That is, if you want to."
I thought about it seriously for a moment, looking at Sebastian the whole time. "No, not me," I finally admitted. "I can't imagine putting on the whole false face bullshit that I know every politician does, and I'm not strong enough to just lead by pure force of will."
"You do a pretty good job with everyone but me," Sebastian commented, taking a bite of the biscuit, which he had loaded up with butter and strawberry jam. "Damn, we have to get Amanda off of her Paleo kick. This stuff is too good."
I laughed, our conversation pausing as the waitress brought the first plates of our food. For three or four minutes I was in pure consumption mode, shoveling fried steak and gravy into my mouth almost as fast as my breathing could allow. When half the plate was gone, I took a deep drink of my tea, setting it down with a sigh of pleasure.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
Sebastian, who had barely touched his own steak, laughed and cut his meat almost daintily. "What I said was, you're a great leader. The only person you can't wrap around your little finger is me."
"Which is why I think I'm not cut out for office," I said, taking a more civilized bite of my steak. "However, I wouldn't mind being the woman behind the man who is in office."
Sebastian quirked his eyebrow at me. "You think I'm a good candidate for that?”
Setting my fork and knife down, I ticked off my points on my fingers as I spoke. "You're tall, you're photogenic, which is super important in modern politics. You come from money and have society connections, both again important for roping in the media and getting donors, not that you need them. Our family has a pretty good reputation, although getting any environmentalists on board would be a bit difficult with the oil money. But most importantly, you're smart, educated, and you have a force of will that is unparalleled. Sebastian, you have the sort of personality that, if you turned it towards evil means, could spell disaster for the entire nation, hell the entire world. But you're not an evil man, I know that. You are a leader, the born kind that will have influence whether it is in the political arena or not. So yeah, I think you could be a politician if you wanted. You could even supersede politics if you want as well."
Sebastian looked at me for a moment, and I suddenly felt self-conscious. I wondered if my voice had lifted, and I had to look around to see if the other tables were watching us. Thankfully, it looked like nobody cared about us, although I think there was a high school age girl across the room checking Sebastian out.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so foolish."
Sebastian set his cup down, shaking his head. "Don't be sorry, Cassie. I guess I just never heard anyone really talk about me that way before. Or at least nobody I gave a damn about. All right, well in any case, I have to get through law school first. Tell you what, I'll think about it, but on one condition."
"Which is?"
"You do stay with me as the woman supporting me. I don't know if I could change the world by myself, but with you next to me? Yeah, I think we could shape the world in a better image."
It was a nice thought, but maybe a bit too much of a fantasy given us being step-siblings. It’s not like we were blood related, but I could see the haters coming from everywhere.
After breakfast, Sebastian and I drove over to a local park, which was famous for its outdoor sculpture collection. What we didn't know was that a local farmer's market and craft fair was scheduled for the second Saturday of each month, so instead of statues, we got to stroll around sampling the local culture. The area around Trafalgar was very eclectic, as you could expect from any college town, and in addition to the foods, there were crafts, games, performers and musicians all around. We were caught up in the spirit of things, and about halfway through our little tour of the market, I felt Sebastian take my hand in his, holding it like any other boyfriend in the world. I went along with it, enjoying the simple feeling.
We stopped by a churro stand and bought a couple of the fried treats while watching a group of jugglers perform to the delight of the crowd. One of the jugglers, as part of his act, took things from the crowd and turned them into objects to be juggled, including a baseball cap, someone's keys, and a hot dog which he promptly took a bite from, earning laughs from everyone.
A cameraman shot pictures of the whole act, and Sebastian and I both saw a local
news reporter coming around trying to get quotes for a story. Wanting to avoid the press, we made our getaway, strolling away to enjoy the other attractions. By the time we finished the market, it was early afternoon, and we grabbed some soft serve ice cream to enjoy until it was time for dinner. The park had a small pond in the middle, and we sat next to each other on the bench. I don't think I have to explain to you how it felt when Sebastian put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into lean on his shoulder.
"This is a lot of fun," I wistfully said, watching three ducks upend themselves to try and get some food from under the water. "Tell me we'll get to do this more often."
"After this weekend, we can do it as often as you want," Sebastian promised me, licking his ice cream. "Because when we get home tomorrow night, we're going to tell our parents, and let the rest of the world be damned."
"You sure? I mean, it's going to be a lot to drop on them all of a sudden."
"True, but we can't wait much longer. You're going to start showing before we know it. Besides, I'm tired of waiting. I love you Cassie, and that's all that matters to me right now."
I could feel Sebastian's will working against my fears, breaking them down in that way he has. As he looked me in the eyes, each of my arguments seemed to fall apart before I could even say them. It wasn't like I could hide my pregnancy much longer, another two months at the most, maybe three if I was lucky. Besides, every day I delayed telling Donald and Mom meant it would probably make it worse when we did tell them. Finally, I nodded and kissed his free hand.
"All right. Sunday night. Until then, though, can we just not worry about it?"
"Who's worrying?" Sebastian chuckled, taking another bite of his soft serve. "Let the rest of the world worry. I'm on a date with my girlfriend."
Chapter 12
The restaurant was as fancy as I had anticipated, with all of the wait staff in dress shirts and vests, and a real maitre' d, complete with the accent -- although his was British, not French. We were escorted to the prime table, as befitting a Witherspoon, and given our menus with only a modicum of stuffiness. Glancing down the list, I saw there were no prices listed, which in my experience meant that whatever I ordered would be hellaciously expensive. While I knew that the Witherspoon finances would hardly even feel the blip, the kid who went to public school for a few years noted it. Thankfully, before I could say anything, Sebastian looked over at me and smiled.
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