by Caroline Day
‘Awesome...’
I know.
I play with his cock, accelerating and slowing down, swallowing it whole, then letting it out, caressing his knob.
‘Come here,’ Sebastian pulls me toward himself, forcing my lips away from his cock. He turns my body around and pushes my butt up to his face. I do not resist at all when his hard genitals appear right in front of my face.
Time, location, people around... It doesn’t matter. I don't care. The desire is stronger than our needs. Our need for each other...
He caresses me with his tongue. Again. I lose control over his arousal, I want to move my butt closer to him, planting myself on his skillful tongue. Pretty soon I will burst with pleasure, coming right into his lips. I need a little more... I’m almost done!
‘Don't stop!’ the man orders, stopping the caress. Damn it! I've lost my focus!
We are fucking each other. As harsh as it sounds, the fact remains. He drives me to frenzy with his tongue and lips, and I try to reave the man from earth to heaven using the same method. Again I feel the orgasm approaching, and it looks like we both are about to reach a peak. I’m close... A few more strokes of his tongue along my clitoris... A little more...
‘Sit on top of me.’
he orders, and I immediately do what he said despite my great disappointment. Never mind, we'll make it up.
‘Don't close your eyes,’ I say as I saddle up this mysterious man and lean towards his mouth. ‘I want to see what you feel.’
Sebastian hesitates for a moment, but then nods silently and penetrates into me, his burning eyes fixed on me.
We fucked hard, dirty, looking into each other's eyes. He rammed in again and again, penetrated deep into me. His harsh pushing caused me slight pain, but we shared the pleasure. We came almost at the same time, when my head began to spin and the world went dark before my eyes, and his body became so tense that it seemed to remain as hard as stone for the rest of his life.
These moments are priceless, priceless to me. It was this day that determined our future. The intimacy put everything in its place despite the age difference, despite the past. Now we are together, and no one can make me doubt this.
Chapter 33.
For the first time in a long time, I'm not bothered by nightmares. The noise of drunk guys behind the wall doesn't wake up me at night, and I see neither dad's angry face nor mom's worried face as I close my eyes. I don't dream of Adam begging to save his life. It is today, this morning that I wake up to the sunlight filling the room through the windows.
Our windows...
It’s strange that the thought comes up my mind. I guess I’m getting romantic even though nobody cares. But maybe it's the right time for this quality to manifest itself, when my life has finally settled, and all dark memories remain in the past. Now there is no place for sadness, grief and struggle for someone's undeserved existence.
And for some reason now, when I think about yesterday, which smoothly flowed into the night, I see what a fool I was. I feel this way not because I wasn’t able to reveal the stranger; it's about fear for our future. How could I think that our night together would be mediocre, not as passionate and fascinating as it was during our contract? That’s a bad idea. In fact, it was better than I could imagine.
I saw the genuine emotions of the man who was just a stranger to me a month ago. I saw his dark eyes burning, his brows drawing together, his juicy lips pursuing.
However, my heart sinks anxiously when I open my eyes and see that my man is not in the bed. The sheet on the right is still warm, but it's getting cold, as if I slept alone here. I am alone.
Has he gone away? He probably disliked something!
I jump out of bed and wrap up myself in the blanket. I will turn the studio upside down, and...
‘Missed me?’ a deep, excited voice comes from behind. I give a sigh of relief.
‘You get the point,’ I admit, turning my face to meet the bitter-chocolate-colored eyes. The man is dressed only in sweatpants, his perfect torso naked. Images of me kissing the abs, licking his brown nipples pop up in my mind.
Damn it! I get turned on just by the memory.
‘I made breakfast,’ he says, showing me a plate of pancakes and maple syrup. That’s nice. He still remembers that I love pancakes!
‘Do we have breakfast in bed?’
‘Yes. Do you like the idea?’
Sebastian sits down on the bed and looks at me expectantly as I move closer to him and start eating. He doesn't eat, he's waiting for me to finish, and I give in to the pressure of his brown eyes, even though I feel uncomfortable for a while.
Why? I'm not used to being around him without a blindfold on. That’s weird. I had an opportunity to get used to it overnight, but I haven't succeeded yet.
‘Come on, I'm not gonna hurt you,’ he gently looks into my eyes. Maybe that's what I needed to relax. Or was it due to my empty stomach that growled at the most inopportune moment?
It takes time but after a while the restraint fades away. We sit next to each other, eating our breakfast. Sometimes I shoot a glance upon him, cause I don’t want him to see it.
Sebastian eats properly, and holds a cup of coffee, his little finger stretching out. At one point, he might feel my eyes on him since he slightly frowns and turns his face to me.
His hypnotizing, beckoning eyes make me look at him. I just can't look away. I've imagined his eyes so many times – the eye shape, iris color and depth of his gaze, when I was blindfolded, but I’ve never thought his eyes are that magnetic.
I didn't think I'd become so addicted to the dark shades...
‘You are romantic,’ I say, smiling. ‘Sleeping together, breakfast in bed...’
‘Did you think I was a tyrant?’
‘Sort of,’ I admit. Heck! I feel my cheeks start blushing from embarrassment.
‘There's a lot you don't know about me,’ he says, giving a small, barely visible smile, as the corners of his slightly plump lips raise higher.
‘Unlike you,’ I blurt out.
His perfect face becomes serious. His lips tighten; his eyes grow dark, capturing mine, as his hands quickly place the empty plates on the bedside table.
This is the end of a beautiful morning that will be replaced with real life in a minute. The real life that I seek to forget... But reality is catching up with me. I remember every single assumption that occurs over the month, all the experience, emotions, feelings that burst out my peaceful life.
‘If you have any questions, just ask me,’ he says in a half-hearted way.
‘Really?’ I still don't believe he has offered it. ‘Do you understand that I have a dozen questions?’
‘I do. But it is better to dispel all illusions than to continue deceiving each other.’
Really? Well, this is your choice, darling.
‘How did you find me?’ I blurt out the first question that pops out in my mind.
‘I’ve already told you. I saw your account on the escort site,’ he says wearily. I know I've asked the same question many times, but I didn't believe what he said.
Do I believe him now?
‘By accident?’
‘I kept an eye on your account,’ he says hesitantly, his eyes focused on mine. ‘The next question.’
No problem, darling. I have many of them. Too much stuff has accumulated in my soul. I've been living all the options and assumptions over and over again in my head for too long, and it caused too much pain.
He grunts and clears her throat, forcing me to remember the second critical question I asked myself in the hospital.
‘How did you manage to change your voice during out encounters?’
‘I use special techniques.’
‘Is that all?’ Surprised, I raise an eyebrow.
‘Yes,’ he says in the hoarse voice he used at our encounters. ‘As you see, I can change my voice.’
Yes, I see. His voice has changed, but not much. I hear the familiar hoarseness, a depth t
hat is not typical of him in everyday life. I still don't really understand how this happens and what the techniques are about, but I don't go into details. It doesn't really matter right now.
‘How did you end up at the University?’
‘Adrian Sullivan, your teacher, let me in. Besides, I sponsor your University.’
What? Sullivan? How do they know each other? I've never seen them together. Well, they look a little alike, but insignificantly. And I had no idea that Sebastian sponsors the University. It doesn't matter, too, unlike some my assumptions that I still don't want to admit. The photo I saw on Sullivan's Instagram account pops up in my mind. The tattoo I see on the shoulder of my man confirms my assumption.
‘Is he your...?’
‘Brother,’ he finishes the question that arose in my head too often and faded away since there was no proof. Actually, I am not sure yet.
‘But you don't look alike. And your last name is different...’
‘We are not siblings. We have known each other since childhood and have been friends almost all our lives. When we moved here, we changed our names.’
‘Why?’
‘Adrian wanted to merge with the British environment.’
‘What about you?’
‘My real name is very difficult to pronounce. Not the best choice for the head of a media empire.’ He had given this matter serious thought in advance.
I have seen many articles in newspapers and magazines about Sebastian Grand. He was honored as a man who made a great breakthrough in the media environment. I’ve never thought the name was not real. I wonder what his real name is. Hey, I'm lost in thought again. We need to move on. I'll inquire about his name later.
‘How did you spy on me?’ I baffle him with another question. This time he keeps thinking for a while before answering.
‘The private investigator provided me with all the information about you from time to time.’
‘How long has it been?’
‘Since your parents died.’
‘And he’s still...’
‘No,’ he interrupts me. ‘I declined his service.’
‘Why?’
‘You came to me.’
Yes, I did, and I don't regret that for one second. Yes, I had some doubts, concerns, thoughts of leaving London. I wanted to go far away and stop seeking another encounter, as he had proposed before. But I am here. Together with the man who cares about me, and I care about him too.
However, something still prevents me from completely plunging into the feelings. I haven't quite figured out what it is yet.
‘Why?’
Answering some of my previous questions, Sebastian hesitated, took his time to think of words to explain himself, but now he stands still, looking at me. His piercing dark eyes are so dark that the pupils merge with the irises. He takes a step to me. He is so close to me that I feel his uneven breath on my face. But Sebastian doesn't look excited... He looks worried!
I've never thought he can get worried! Why does his hand tremble when he strokes my cheek? Why do I see so much tenderness in his eyes that were filled with poison before?
But the questions will not be answered today.
Maybe it's not time yet.
Chapter 34.
Sebastian Grand liked to watch. He liked to watch things from the outside, no matter what it was, arrangement of furniture, or people hurrying about their business. He especially enjoyed watching certain individuals who scurried before his eyes every day. He liked to notice details, and used them for his own benefit or against the person.
But not today...
The man was looking at her. A beautiful girl was standing by the window, eagerly admiring the panoramic view, as if it was filled with magic. In fact, it was just an ordinary winter day. It snowed again. But Sebastian had noticed something interesting.
Just think, a naked beautiful girl who had been troubling his mind for a long time, stood naked by the window without any hint of shame. She probably thought he was asleep, but he wasn’t. He woke up about five minutes ago, but kept quiet. He even raised up himself a little so that she wouldn't hear him. He didn’t want to ruin the moment.
Lolita looked great against the sunset background. Naked, curvy, beautiful. And she belonged to him. Her wet hair was draped over her left shoulder, and tiny drops of water were running along her milky skin. Her fingers were clasped against her chest.
Sebastian noticed how great she was from the first sight. Well, almost from the first sight. He just got triggered that Christmas night when he came to check how the Browns’ kids lived without their parents. Either her large blue eyes, as deep as an abyss, or her trembling lower lip touched the string of his soul. Her lips were plump, red, bitten a little.
During meetings, the man pursed his lips in displeasure, regretting that he could not see that unforgettable morning sky again. As before... But he had the opportunity to see everything else.
If his people hadn't told him about her account on the site, Sebastian would have never managed to keep the girl out of trouble. He was late in a way – she had already met an old guy, but at least he stopped the flow of letters from other bastards.
He still remembered that fatal ad on the site. She proposed herself as a sexual slave. Sebastian was all for it. He decided to take on the role of master.
Why shouldn't he? Of course, he could just show up and give her money. No. Something restrained him from going that way. Maybe it was guilt over abandoning her and her brother, or maybe it was pain caused by injustice. Was it something else? But what?
Every time he went to meet Lolita, he thought that it would have been better to ask a friend to delete her account and to get out of that adventure, but no matter how much he tried, he could not break the attraction. The game had become a living hell, and every encounter was like a drug for an addict.
He lost his mind – that was the only explanation for others. For her. But Sebastian knew it wasn't just that.
‘Are you awake?’ Lolita asked in a gentle voice. ‘You should tell me. You would bring you something to eat.’ She sits down next to the man and looks at him with her sky-blue eyes. Yes, he’s obviously mad.
‘I am a big boy, I can get to the fridge on my own. Come here.’
Sebastian grabbed her around the waist and pulled her toward himself, pressing her frail body against his. Her gentle face was next to his, her sweet breath mixed with his minty breath, her lips barely touched his.
‘What will be our future like?’ she asked timidly. He plunged into a reverie.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Is a relationship possible between us?’
What a question! He had no idea. He didn't know that the short-term contract would end up like that – with reconciliation, and the girl would turn a blind eye to his behavior.
‘We’ll never know if we don't try,’ Sebastian replied, his voice calm, with no hint of concerns.
‘And if doesn't work out, what shall we do?’
‘Look,’ the man began, stroking Lolita's smooth cheek, ‘there are two options. We may not try at all, we may stop it and never see each other again, or we may leave everything in the past and start a new life. You say you want to buy your parents’ house back?’
‘I do.’
‘I can give you money. You’ll move there, get settled there... I will help you...’
‘No! I’ll do it on my own,’ she said flatly and fell silent, looking at the man guiltily. Sebastian stroked the girl's cheek, pulled her to his chest, and sealed a light kiss on her lips to let her know that she was forgiven.
‘As you like it,’ he said, smiling.
‘You still haven't answered why you proposed the contract.’
The man didn't know the answer to the question. The question kept arising in his mind. It kept popping up during the surveillance, during the first encounter, when she was on her knees in front of him, and even now, when he hugged the fragile girl's body.
‘When I saw you on
Christmas Eve... You made my heart beat faster. You ate that turkey with such an appetite, licked your fingers...’
‘And I was wondering why you were looking at me like that.’
‘Now you know.’
As he said it, the girl smiled broadly and reached for his lips. She seemed to be satisfied with his answer. What about Sebastian? Did he believe what he had said?
The incoming call made the couple jump in surprise and break the thread of trust that had just appeared. It didn't last long. Lolita reluctantly withdrew herself from Sebastian and reached for her old iPhone.
‘Hello!’
‘Good morning, Dolores,’ the stern voice said. She shouldn’t turn it on... ‘I'm sorry that I'm calling from another number, but I have to let you know...’
‘What's happened?’ the girl's body instantly turned to stone, and her bosom no longer heaved up and down. Sebastian felt uneasy, too.
‘Not really. Adam asks you to come. He says he has to see you urgently.’
‘Dear me, her annoying brother stirs up trouble again,’ the man thought to himself, but as soon as he looked at Lolita's dumbfounded eyes, he decided to avoid giving comments.
‘Tell my brother not to bother me anymore. Have a good day.’ She dropped the call, and viciously threw the phone on the bed.
She immediately pursed her lips, crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes focused on the phone. His girl is upset. But what can he do? How can he ease her pain? He sees that the quarrel with her loved one hurts her feelings.
‘Talk to your brother,’ the man said, putting his arm around the girl’s tense shoulders. It was unlikely that he would ever have suggested the idea again since her brother was spoiled to his bone, but he could not bear to see her suffer.
‘Are you kidding?’ She stared at Sebastian. ‘But he was going to sell me! He...’
‘I know. But he is your only relative.’
‘Why do you want me to meet him?’ Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face him.
‘Because I know what it's like when you don't talk to your family for years due to some misunderstanding. I don't want the same fate for you.’