"He's totally into her," Sebastian repeats for the 80th time. I groan and roll my eyes. "It doesn't matter! He's an asshole. She shouldn't have to cater to his selfish needs just because he's got a bunch of trauma! He's inflicting on her what made him this way in the first place! He's a fucking psycho!"
"But he's trying. Shouldn't that count for something? He deserves a second chance. Yes, he may not be a great guy now, but he never will be if everybody gives up on him!"
"You're not getting the point. There's a limit to the amount of psychological trauma you can inflict on a person. He's dragging her into his shit and if he really loved her, he wouldn't do that. Of course, everybody deserves happiness, but it shouldn't be at Leah's expense. Three strikes, and he's out! How many more times is he going to make the same mistake with the bullshit excuse of trauma? We've all got our fair deals of struggles, but you don't see us abusing our partners mentally and physically!"
"We don't have partners." Sebastian corrects me. I roll my eyes at him as the point completely flies over his head. "Well, if you did, would you ever treat her like this?" Sebastian huffs and looks away. "My point exactly. His dad was an alcoholic and his mom was an addict. He was abused. He has every right to be fucked up! What he doesn't have the right to do is inflict the same exact pain on the woman he supposedly loves while using his trauma to gaslight her! He makes her think she's the unreasonable one! It would be a completely different thing if he acknowledged what kind of man he was, and she accepted his barbaric behavior. It's another thing when he constantly manipulates her to think he's a man he's not and then gaslights her whenever she sees his true colors. It has to be her choice to stay!"
"But -"
"No buts! I don't give a rat's ass about his reasoning for pretending to be someone he's not. Insecure or not, it's deceitful and wrong! Now shut the hell up unless you're going to admit that I'm right," I cross my arms and glare at him. His frown turns into a grin, and he pulls me into his chest. "Fine, you're right. He's a sleazeball who needs to be put into a psych ward," he kisses my head, and my muscles unwind.
This all started after Sebastian finished cooking. Since he had already finished reading the book I had, we grabbed one none of us had seen and started reading it together. Long story short, I'm right, and he's wrong. "I know," his laugh vibrates my body and sends shivers up my spine. "You know, you're really fucking sexy when you're arguing," I groan at his usage of words. "Why does everybody keep saying that I argue? I'm simply proving why I'm right to educate the other person and their ridiculous ideals. It's not to verbally fight." He grabs my chin so that our eyes connect. "You do know that's the literal definition of an argument minus a few tweaks of yours to make it sound original?" I roll my eyes and pout.
"You're adorable when you pout," he pecks my lips and continues to pepper kisses along my body. He lays me down on the couch and kisses my legs before he abruptly stops. "Is everything okay down there?" He asks in between my thighs. I make an unlady-like laugh before telling him I'm fine. He pushes the robe aside and spreads my legs. "Take me to the bedroom. This couch is not big enough for this shit," he smiles before lifting me off the couch, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He places me on the bed and wastes no time trailing circles around my clit. "Fuck, you're already wet for me," Sebastian toys with my folds. "You're wrong. It's just the water from the ice," I say before a moan escapes my lips. "I'm going to have to shut you up, lovely," I'm about to make a smart remark before he slips two fingers into my vagina. His tongue quickly joins and laps over me. My hips involuntarily thrust to match his pace. "Oh my god please stop going slower than a fucking snail!" I groan in agony. He is fucking teasing me and by the sound of his laughter, I'm right. His laugh reverberates throughout my vagina and I instinctively close my legs. His tongue speeds its pace, but his fingers remain the same.
He pulls his finger out and spreads my legs with both of his hands. "Keep them open, lovely. If you close them again," he looms over my body and hovers by my ear. "You're going to get punished," He nips my ear and then continues arousing me. My legs shake as I struggle to keep them wide open. The only thing I want to do right now is close my legs and push him in tighter. He adds another finger and then speeds up. My legs shut around him again. My hands find themselves tangled into his hair as my body tightly coils.
My hips thrust into him as he ravages me from the inside. He stops and spreads my legs which had clasped around him. He's panting heavily, and his pants are tented. My hands fall from his hair and onto his cheeks. He takes my wrists and sits up on his knees at full height. He kisses my wrist before placing them on the bed. He kisses my knee, and I anticipate the punishment he promised me. He cups my thigh, and I visibly shudder. My senses are heightened, and my body is overwhelmingly sensitive. Heat surges through my blood and in between my thighs where Sebastian's tongue was. My hands viciously grip and sheets, and I gasp as Sebastian's hand slams down on my vagina.
"What did I tell you?" He gently cups my cheek despite his aggressive action. I can only respond with pants. "I asked you a question," I can barely maintain eye contact with him. I catch my breath. "You told me to keep my legs open," I say in between breaths. He tenderly kisses me. He strokes my waist and fondles my breasts. Inconsistent moans followed by pants escape me. He retracts himself and slaps my vagina again. A pleasured scream comes out of my mouth instead of a gasp this time. He continues on and on. He takes off his pants and underwear to reveal his swollen and throbbing cock. My eyes widen at the shear size of it.
"Get on all fours with your front facing me," he demands. The mood in the air changes with his demand. Instead of the fun, easy-going man that I've been talking to up until now, he's stern and domineering. It seems that all businessmen are capable of this. It feels like I'm in trouble at the office. I do as he says. "Put it all in," I whimper at his demand. My oxygen is going to be cut off before half of that thing can get shoved down my throat. I haven't sucked a guy off since college! I say my prayers and take in all that Sebastian is until I'm practically inhaling him. My tongue wraps around his cock. I slowly adjust to his length, but it isn't long before he starts thrusting into my mouth.
"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry. I know you're still adjusting, but I couldn't help myself." This is a terrible time to have a gag reflex. My throat tightens around his cock as I gag. He takes it out, giving me time to breathe. "Gag reflex," I explain to him as he looks at me with concern lacing his eyes. He tucks my hair behind my ear and brings me up to kiss me. He lays me down on the bed once more before setting his cock at my entrance. He gives me a look, asking for entrance. I give him a nod, but he hesitates. "Can you... go on all fours without facing me?" I smile, knowing that it's too intimate for him to face me.
I reach out my hands and put them on his cheeks. "You don't have to be so hesitant to ask. I get it. I don't have a problem with it or feel offended." He gives me a grateful smile. He rips out a condom and slides it along his cock. I do as he says, and not a second later, I feel his tip enter me. He slowly pushes in, giving me time to adjust. His moans turn me on even more. When he pushes all of him inside of me, he stops all movement. Once adjusted, he thrusts back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace. "Your punishment isn't over, lovely," he roughly pulls my hair. With my head in reach, he kisses my ears. "Don't you dare slack on those fours. If I see you give out for even a second, your punishment will extend." I give him a curt nod. He squeezes my breasts and bites my neck.
I pray to the sex gods that this fucking bite mark doesn't ruin my chances again. When the mark doesn't react, I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Is biting okay? You got a little tense there," Sebastian's breath grazes my ear, and I visibly twitch. "I haven't had the best experiences with them, but I trust you. It's okay," I turn my head the best I can to give him a reassuring look. He kisses my shoulders and starts to suck at my skin.
After he finishes leaving a trail of hickeys, he places both his hands on my waist and harshly thrusts. Not expecting the intensity, I audibly gasp. He clearly has stamina. I'm about to give out before Sebastian pushes my stomach upward. "You must be a glutton for punishment, lovely," Before I can protest, he takes his cock out. I cry out. "Don't you fucking dare!" I say with a shaky voice. I swear to God if this asshole leaves me unfinished! He flips me over and sucks at my breasts. He cups my ass and lifts my waist. From time to time, he will gently bite them. "Asshole!" I scream to him as a rush of pain and pleasure rolls through my body.
I'm overstimulated as he fondles my breasts, fingers me, and kisses me at the same time. My vagina throbs violently. "If you don't stick your cock in me right now Sebastian, I'm going to fucking kill you," I give him the most threatening glare I can muster right now. "If I do as you ask, that wouldn't be much of a punishment, now would it?" I imagine stabbing him an insurmountable amount of times. My breathing is ragged, and I'm a mess. He flips me over without warning and plunges into me. "I thought you said it wouldn't be punishment," I say before Sebastian replies to me through his grunts.
"I waited a few seconds. My cock needs to be buried so far into this pretty little pussy of yours for my sanity to stay intact right now." A few more thrusts later and I cum. Heat overwhelms my body, and stars are the only things in my vision right now. Sebastian cums right after me. I collapse on the bed. Sebastian joins me at my side after throwing the condom into the trash by the bed. We're both breathing heavily. My entire body is flushed and red. Sebastian brings me in and cuddles me with my back facing his chest. "You did fucking amazing, lovely," I turn my neck and Sebastian lazily kisses me. I turn away and snuggle into him. "You weren't bad," I playfully shrug. "Oh yeah? Is that why you were begging me for more as if your life depended on it?" He gruffly says in my ear. My face heats up more. I didn't even know that was possible. I probably look like a tomato.
"No smart reply? Well then I know I fucked you good," he chuckles before kissing my back. "You were also amazing," I say after a few seconds of silence. He kisses my cheek and tucks me closer into him. "Rest up, you'll need the energy for tomorrow," I almost cry as I think about going to work tomorrow. I'll have to hide these massive hickeys, deal with Delilah, catch Jason up, and check with Luke to see if he found anything that would result in what my decision will be in regards to Jason's investigator.
Thinking about it all gives me a headache, so I push it into the back of my mind and inhale Sebastian's scent. I let it surround me and put me to sleep.