Bound to You (25 page)

I let my eyes linger over the bounteous sight of Sebastian fully naked. Then he reached out for me and very lightly slapped his hand on my bottom, spun me round, then grabbed on to me by the hips and slid me back towards him, before easing first one, then, two, then three, then four fingers into me, I was so wet and so open for him. I arched back and started to work myself back and forth along his hand, then turned to glance at him over my shoulder. He was gasping now too, and had his cock in his other hand, masturbating himself as he fingered me. We locked eyes and I felt myself flood with desire.

We writhed like this for a few more minutes until my need to taste him overcame me. Abruptly I pulled away, then rose up on to my knees and turned around to face him. Then I placed my fingers on his throat and guided him on to his back so that I could control his entry into my mouth. Slowly, deliberately, I licked my way up along the centre line of his balls, then along his shaft, teasing the head of his cock with the slightest strokes of my hot tongue without taking him full into my mouth. He was already wet with pre-cum, and, as if there were a golden thread connecting my arousal with his, tasting him made me even wetter. I guided my face up to his. He looked me straight in the eyes. ‘I need to fuck you.’

He kissed me with increasing urgency now and slid his hands up along my body as if I were a new canvas he were preparing to paint. As he kneeled up and then around me, I reached for his cock and stroked my hand all the way up along it, marvelling at its perfect girth and perfect length. Then fixing his electric eyes on mine, he eased his way into me, and I clawed at his shoulders and then his ass as I felt him fill me for the first time. Sebastian held me there for a moment then began to thrust in and out of me. He felt like hot, pulsing marble between my legs.

We fucked for nearly a full hour, continuously urging each other to the brink of orgasm, Sebastian withdrawing every so often to lick my clitoris until my whole pussy throbbed for him to be inside me again. He went so rapidly at the start I was worried it would be over before I’d even got to fully enjoy him. ‘That’s not going to happen,’ he said, and smiled at me. ‘I take a while to cum.’ ‘Lucky for me then,’ I smiled back, then gasped as he angled up my hips and entered me again, even more deeply. After all that licking, this had me fighting off my own orgasm. But I couldn’t delay it indefinitely and soon began clawing at Sebastian’s shoulders and back, involuntarily thrusting up to meet his hugely swollen cock.

Realising how close I now was, he eased out of me, and sprang up off the bed. He stood at the foot of it, scrutinising me for a moment. I lingered my eyes over his tattoo again. Then with one swift movement he reached forward and seized me with his muscular arms, clamping one hand on my hip, the other on my thigh, and dragged me down the sheets to the edge of the bed. Keeping one foot on the floor for anchorage he began to drive in to me with the most deliberate, consummate strokes, rocking my body so that I had to cling to his neck to anchor myself.

Soon Sebastian’s controlled thrusts gave way to his frantic lust. He kissed me urgently. ‘I’m cumming, I’m cumming,’ he choked into my neck, clutching me to him as his whole body started to quaver. I was so overwhelmed by the sense of him coming inside of me, that for a moment I didn’t realise that I too was climaxing, and couldn’t even get the same words out before we had both surged into an explosive orgasm together.

Afterwards we lay entwined, two springs uncoiling. I couldn’t remember the last time I had climaxed like that. He slid his hand under my neck and fondled it, holding me to him as he lay on top of me.

After a few minutes he got up to go the bathroom.

‘Would you like me to turn off the lamp?’ he asked as he came back into the room, ever courteous.

‘No, don’t worry, the switch is just here.’

Plunged into darkness, I lay there, spent and smiling to myself. Then it occurred to me. Sebastian hadn’t actually dominated me after all. It was impossible to feel let down after sex like that, but I wondered why he’d decided against it. Perhaps he was anxious about going to town on me when he knew I was new to submission. Well, if that was the case, I was going to need to give him a little encouragement. I didn’t want him thinking I was nervous about it.

‘Sebastian?’

‘Mmm? What’s up?’

His chest, on which I lay, rose up and down more slowly now, but he wasn’t about to fall asleep just yet.

‘So I guess I never answered your question. About how I like to be topped.’

‘No, I guess you didn’t.’

‘Well, I’m hypothesising a little; I mean, I know I’ve never experienced it before, but I’m certain I like having my hair pulled.’

‘Mmm, go on.’

‘And being pinned down’

‘Of course.’

‘And having my thighs forced apart . . . In fact, just generally being forced.’

Sebastian patted my thigh. ‘All the good things.’

The next morning I woke in a delicious wooze, the way you do when you’ve fucked into the small hours with someone luscious and still have them in bed with you. I chanced my fingers down Sebastian’s tattooed arm, in part to admire him again, and also to test if he were awake yet. He turned over and smiled at me. ‘Good morning’. He reached out to cup my breast, then looked apologetic for having groped me without asking first. I giggled sleepily and rolled over so that he could hold me properly, sliding my hand up along the chiselled curvature of his chest.

We dozed for another twenty minutes or so, then suddenly, Sebastian spoke. ‘Nicola.’

I pushed myself up, hovered over him. ‘What?’

‘Your name. It’s Nicola. Or maybe Nicole.’

‘You cheated! You must have seen it written somewhere.’

‘I didn’t cheat.’

He had guessed it. It was auspicious. It had to be.

‘It’s Nichi, actually.’

I lowered my head to kiss him, and slid my small body up along his much larger one. His morning erection prickled against me, and I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling him swell in my hand. He skated his hand down along my hip and then up in between my thighs. Before long, we were masturbating one another, kissing and clawing at each other with a rampant need all over again.

As Sebastian played with me, he moved his mouth alternately from my lips to my breasts. My super-sensitive nipples hardened at once under his tongue. He dared to bite them. It made me swoon. The more he bit, the more I moaned, and soon he was nipping and sucking and biting me until I winced in pleasurable discomfort. Abruptly he pulled away. ‘More?’ he asked me.

I hesitated for a moment. He slid his hand up under the back of my neck and stroked me gently.

‘More?’ He repeated the question. Only this time it seemed as though I had less choice in the matter. He asked me still with that low, soft lilt but something in his face had changed.

He didn’t wait for my reply. He knew he had my permission to do what he had come here for, to do what I had been willing him to do since he crossed the threshold of Violet’s house, what I willed him to do every time he touched me. Without waiting another moment he grabbed my hair with his right hand as if it were a rope, wrapping it round his hand twice in quick succession, then yanked on it, forcing my head to the side, my right cheek down into the pillow. Keeping a firm hold on my hair, he then seized me roughly by the wrists with his left hand, and pulled my arms in the opposite direction to my head, pinning me to the bed in twisted submission. I couldn’t get out of this grip. My heart was racing. Was this a result of our conversation last night? Or had he been planning to do this all along?

‘This is what happens, Nichi, when you tell me what you really want,’ he said, then wedged his right knee in between my unsuspecting thighs, prising them apart. Instinctively I went to close them and he whipped his right hand down to give my right thigh the lightest of slaps, then yanked at my hair again. It shocked me. But before I could even catch my breath, he had thrust his cock into me and begun fucking me, rocking his hips against mine at a relentless pace, causing my cries of pleasure to catch in my throat.

Every so often I would test his grip, pulling away from the hand that held my hair, twisting my wrists under his fingers. But each time he tightened his hold.

‘Oh, you’re not going anywhere.’ He laughed, that dark, mesmerising laugh.

So this is what it felt like to be forced by Sebastian. He was more abrupt than I could have imagined, in the best possible way.

After a few more minutes of this, he withdrew, then pulled me up by my hair and kissed me slowly, allowing me to catch my breath. But soon he used his legs to force me onto my side, and started fucking me that way with the same pace and intensity, his groin slapping against my ass as he did it. It was a stark, raw sound and made both of us moan with arousal.

‘You’ve impressed me,’ I ventured coquettishly. For a moment, he paused, bore right into me with those brilliant blue eyes and brought his face millimetres before mine then dashed it to my ear and whispered, ‘You had such a low opinion of me, did you?’

And with that he released me. First letting go of my hair, and then my wrists.

He grinned, with just the hint of menace, patting my cheek. ‘You’ll learn.’

This time, I had no doubt that Sebastian would text again.

After we had sex that morning, I offered Sebastian a towel and asked him if he wanted to shower. ‘Shower with me?’ he replied. His request startled me, and I hesitated for a moment before I agreed. In the shower, stripped of make-up and my layered moisturiser and perfume seduction scent, I was plain and vulnerable. Christos and I had often showered together but it was such an intimate, sensual thing to do with someone you had just met. And yet I wanted nothing more than to be intimate like that with Sebastian.

Before we could even think about getting clean though, we were both yearning to touch each other once again. It only took a few minutes of frantic mutual masturbation until we both came again, Sebastian ejaculating up the length of my body, catching my breasts with his cum.

Afterwards, he asked me what ‘feminine delights of cosmetics’ I had in here, and I playfully scrubbed his face with my exfoliant. ‘I think that’s the first time I’ve exfoliated in about ten years!’

‘Ha! Which means you did once upon a time!’ I teased him.

‘What can I say? I’m a narcissist! Anyway, shall we go get breakfast?’

In the café, we ate and joked over the turgid Sunday papers. I lounged on him and stroked the nape of his neck. For a moment I felt him stiffen under my touch. Perhaps he didn’t like public displays of affection. But then he wrapped his arm around me and kissed my head. And when we kissed at the tube station, I had no doubt that he would be back. We hadn’t arranged to meet again but it didn’t trouble me.

Later that afternoon I texted him. ‘So it’s Nichi, btw, just in case you forget!’

‘Oh I wasn’t going to, don’t you worry. But it’s good to see it spelled because in my head I saw it as Nikki.’

‘Like the Prince song ;)’ I flashed back.

Three days later, Sebastian texted again. ‘Nichi, hope you’re well. Are you free next week post-Monday? Care to meet up?’

For the next two months Sebastian and I met up every week. Usually at the weekend, occasionally during the week, but always on an evening, and always for kinky sex. One time, when our schedules had forced us to go a fortnight without meeting, I invited him to have a coffee with me in the afternoon so that we could at least get to see each other before a full three weeks had passed. His artist’s hours meant his work schedule, unlike mine, was entirely flexible and so it was easily enough done. But he declined and asked to wait until the weekend instead. For a moment I wondered anxiously if this meant he still only wanted sex with me, but the nights we spent together were as full with conspiratorial laughter and constant conversation as Sebastian pinning my hands above my head and commanding me to suck his cock. I knew this wasn’t just about sex for either of us.

That said, the sex was only getting hotter. If I’d had any misgivings about my spiral into submission, Sebastian had seduced them out of me. I was utterly intoxicated with him, and it. Already, he had trained me to take a lot more pain then I could ever have imagined being able to endure, let alone found myself actively yearning for. ‘Take it for me,’ was an expression he’d often murmur to me, in between kisses and slaps. And I did. I loved to see the titillation he got from watching me wrangle with that line between pleasure and pain. The more aroused he became, the more it turned me on.

Everything Sebastian did, he did with safe, consummate control. Sebastian was an expert restrainer. He now pinned my wrists down with his knees when we had sex, the way I had seen done in kink porn films. He had no trouble wrapping his large dexterous fingers around my upper arms and would grip me so tightly that the next morning I would often wake to find myself marked with a bracelet of bruises. They usually faded quickly and were almost entirely painless.

One particularly forceful weekend, Sebastian had been very insistent that I didn’t get my hands free, first bending me over the bed and spanking me, then turning me on to my back and teasing me remorselessly with my vibrator, holding me down as he did so to prevent me from grinding myself on it and climaxing. As a consequence, I was still a little coloured in come Monday morning. Because it didn’t hurt, I forgot that there was anything to see until my boss asked me what I’d done to myself, pointing at my violet and damson arm, and I felt myself flush from the neck up and stammer out some hasty excuse. Later I stroked over the bruises. A little bit of Sebastian left on me until the next time I got to feel his unyielding grip again.

Despite the roughest sex of my life, Sebastian was one of the gentlest people I’d ever met. He was a ‘rabid snuggler’, as he put it one morning.

‘Do you know what I would love to set up if I could free up some capital from my art business? A snuggle shack.’

‘A what? Please expand.’

‘Basically it’s like a purely platonic cuddle brothel, where all you can get is a hug.’