Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

brISTOL

T he inside of the plantation home is elegant, charming, and decorated tastefully. I make my way through the crowd of people I don't know, excusing myself as I walk past people in a small corridor that leads to a restroom. I relieve myself and as I'm washing my hands, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My lipstick is smeared slightly, no doubt from kissing Sebastian in front of his fuck buddy. I thought I would feel jealousy, but all I felt in the moment was amusement and almost a little sympathy for her. I'd heard her talking about how he told her he didn't want commitment or a relationship. And I know it appears that that's what we have, but we haven't really discussed it.

I feel like that's the direction we're heading but what do I even know about how adult relationships work? I had a boyfriend in high school, sure, but it wasn't anything serious. The only relationship I have to base anything off of other than my parents is the way that Patrick treated me and I'm pretty sure that doesn't fucking count as a relationship considering I was a hostage and he was the hostagee — or hostager or hold-hostager?

I wipe the smeared lipstick from the corner of my mouth and wipe a black mark from beneath my eye where my eyeliner had smeared. I turn the water off and exit the bathroom with one last glance at my reflection. I almost don't recognize myself anymore. It's crazy how far I've come in such a short time.

I walk past the same group of people in the corridor on my way to the front doors when a shoulder bumps gently into mine in passing.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say, stepping to the side.

I'm met with a familiar face that smiles wryly at me. "No, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." Agent McCreary, dressed in a similar suit to the one he was wearing the day he arrested me, stands before me.

I can feel the blood draining from my face and everything in me says I need to run far away from him before he has the chance to find some random bullshit reason to arrest me again, but my feet are rooted in place. I'm unable to move. A deer in the headlights whose brain is in overdrive and panic is slowly creeping up the back of my neck.

I reach a hand out to steady myself, but there's nothing nearby.

"Take it easy. I'm not here to arrest you."

"Good to know," I quip, crossing my arms. The gesture enough to give me a sense of stability.

"Just wanted to check up and make sure you were staying true to your word and not leaving town."

I stare at him, unfazed by his words. Now that the room doesn't feel like it's going to turn upside down on me like in Alice in Wonderland, a little of my fight is taking the place of some of that panic I was feeling .

"You know, I get the feeling you know a lot more than you're leading on. We miraculously found the place you were held hostage from an anonymous tip . But we haven't found any solid proof that you didn't kill your entire family."

"Agent McCreary," Sebastian's voice from over my shoulder is cold and harsh. He pulls me to him, one arm wrapping around my waist as he glares at the man in front of us. His greeting is a warning. A rattlesnake ready to strike. If looks could kill, Agent McCreary would've been dead twice by now.

"Mr. Abbott," Agent McCreary returns Sebastian's tone.

I realize at his words that he's calling Sebastian by his last name. His last name that I didn't know until right this minute.

"What brings you to my brother's private engagement party this evening?"

"Mr. Harlem is an associate of my wife's."

Right on cue, a woman with a short brown bob, small stature, and a blue glittery ball gown emerges from the corridor I had just come from. She wraps an arm around Agent McCreary's and smiles at us, clueless as to the exchange we'd all just had.

"Mack?" Sebastian asks, staring at the woman.

"Sebastian! It's so good to see you again. I see you've met my husband," she beams, smiling so big that I'm unsure if she's faking it or if she's really just that damn happy.

It's agent McCreary's turn to look between the two now, with a puzzled look on his face. Mack looks up at him and begins to explain, nervously.

"Sebastian has done a few deals with me through Kent. I've done some paperwork and contracts for him as a favor for Kent since he gives me so much business."

"I see. Well, it was nice to meet you, Sebastian," Agent McCreary says, this time his tone warmer and more welcome.

Hmmph . Well it's clear to see there are some secrets going on in that household.

Sebastian smiles a devious smile. "Likewise… Mr.… What was your name again?"

"Walter!" Mack says, enthusiastically.

"Walter," Sebastian repeats, still donning that smile.

The ice in Walter's eyes is amusing. Sebastian takes the opportunity to excuse us as we head back to the crowd of people outside. The band is still in full swing, playing some song I don't know while people dance on the pavilion. Reaper and Kendra are wrapped in each other's arms on the dance floor, swaying back and forth together in rhythm with the upbeat song like some sort of scene from Dirty Dancing. The electricity sparking between them has me feeling like I'll get shocked if we get any closer.

"I've gotta have a talk with Reaper. Not tonight. But fuck. How the fuck is that we're associating with a fucking fed's wife?" Sebastian huffs, gripping the base of his nose the way he does when he gets stressed out.

"What does it matter? She isn't an agent, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?" I ask.

"It's muddy. It's just muddy. The last thing we need is someone feeding any information to those bastards."

Sebastian's irritation doesn't go unnoticed by me, but I don't know what to say to ease his mind. I don't really know any of these people.

I barely know Sebastian.

I do the only thing I can think of to offer him comfort. I slip my hand inside his. He stares down at me, some of the frustration fading from his face. His forehead relaxes and his tense neck begins to loosen up.

"Let's get out of here."

I flash him a cheesy grin. "Irish goodbye?"

He nods and we finagle our way through the crowd and walk right off the end of the pavilion, headed straight for Sebastian's truck.

The wine I drank earlier courses through my veins mixed with a light rush of adrenaline and surge of lust for the man walking in front of me.

He opens the passenger door of the truck for me and hoists me inside. He's inches away from me, making me breathless. He closes the gap, spreading my legs open for his body to take up the space between them. A hand goes to either side of my face as he captures my lips in his. The kiss is soft, slow. Drawn out. His lips dancing in a low rhythm with mine. When he pulls back, the world spins a little and I feel slightly more intoxicated now than I was.

"I have a surprise for you when we get home," he whispers before he pulls away and closes the door.

My insides tingle the entire drive back to the house. I'm wound tight and just the feel of Sebastian's hand resting on my inner thigh has me so turned on I consider riding him while he drives. I reach over and place my hand on his inner thigh, eliciting a sharp inhale from him. A satisfied smile spreads across my face as I inch my hand closer to his already erect cock. He's strained against his black slacks and my fingers find the buckle of his belt and make quick work of undoing it, freeing him from his restraint.

"Oh, fuck…" he hisses as I stroke him softly.

His hips buck into my hand, searching for more and I oblige, moving my hand a little faster. His right hand reaches over, untying my dress from behind my neck, my breasts billowing out of the fabric that was barely holding them up to begin with. Sebastian's stare is full of desire as he glances down at my titties that are now on full display, just for him. His hand caresses one of my nipples, then the other. He rolls one between two of his fingers until it's pebbled and sending waves of pleasure straight to my core. His eyes dart continuously between me and the road. While his focus is on the road, I take the opportunity to lean over and take him into my mouth.

I hum a low moan of approval when he reaches the back of my throat and makes my eyes water and his hand fists in my hair, holding me still.

"I am not going to last if you keep doing that," he groans, pulling my head up.

One look at my face and he lets out a low growl of concession. "Fuck it," he huffs, grabbing the back of my head and shoving me back down onto his cock.

I work his cock slowly, taking my time going all the way to the base then slowly coming back up to circle his head with my tongue. His precum is tangy on the back of my throat and the taste only urges me to want more. I pick up the pace, taking him harder and faster down my throat. Tears stream down my face but I don't care. The moans that are rolling off his lips are mesmerizing and the sound of pleasing him is doing things to me I never thought possible.

I've never been so horny in my fucking life.

Sebastian puts the truck in park and grabs my head, lifting my face to his. His kiss is ravenous, leaving me desperate to feel him inside me.

"Upstairs. Now," he demands between kisses.

I look around and realize we're in the parking lot of the apartment .

I pull my top behind my head and do a half ass job in order to cover myself long enough to get inside. Sebastian all but drags me up the stairs and inside the front door. Before the door slams shut, his lips find mine hungrily as he guides me backward into the bedroom.

His hands roam my body just as viciously as my hands roam his, ripping and tugging and pulling until clothes are falling in heaps on the floor. Sebastian spins me around and grips my wrists, holding them tightly behind my back. Goosebumps prick my skin. My nipples harden quickly at the motion. He reaches down toward the floor for something, then I feel it. Rope binds my wrists together. The sound of metal clanking draws my attention, and I can't help looking over my shoulder. Sebastian whips me with something that stings my ass cheek and I jump at the sensation.

"Eyes ahead," he demands, metal still clanking behind me.

I listen, though part of me wants to be defiant, the other part of me wants to know what he has for me. His hands drop my bound wrists behind my back and he walks around in front of me. He's holding a metal chain in a ‘Y' shape between us. I feel a sharp pinch on one nipple, then the other. It doesn't fade or subside. It's a constant pinching pressure, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me and leaving my pussy feeling left out and wanting. Aching.

When he kneels down, I almost squeal, expecting his tongue to give me a lashing but instead I'm met with another pinch on my clit. It's different and it takes me a minute to adjust to the feeling there, but as soon as Sebastian dips his finger inside me then traces over my clit, I realize how good that clamp feels.

My nipples are so hard between the clamps and the longer they stay, the more my arousal grows. I search for friction, trying to grind against Sebastian's hand but he tsks me and removes it.

"On the bed, face the wall," he commands.

I will do anything he asks me to. If he told me to dance on my fucking head, I'd do it. Just touch me.

I kneel on the bed facing the wall, my hands still bound behind my back while I wait for further instruction. My eyes are covered by something soft and silky, and everything goes dark. I feel a surge of panic but press it down. I trust Sebastian, wholly. He won't do anything to hurt me. I keep telling myself that until the heavy feeling lurking in my chest subsides.

He distracts me in an instant when he tugs on the nipple clamp, making it pinch a little harder. The bite of it makes me moan and I rub my thighs together. Searching for the slightest inkling of pleasure. His fingers glide over my clit softly, evoking a soft cry from my throat.

"Bash," I pant, letting my head drop backward.

He tightens one of the clamps and I cry out at the sharp pain that shoots through my nipple. The pain quickly morphs into pleasure, and I feel myself getting wetter. Slicker. My arousal coats his fingers that are slowly pumping in and out of me, finding my clit for only a moment after a few strokes before plunging his thick fingers back into my wet pussy.

The constant pulse on my nipples, the blindfold, the rope around my wrists. It's overwhelming. My body is wound tight, so close to an orgasm that I feel like I'm going to explode at any second.

I'm riding Sebastian's fingers and just when I think it can't get any better, his thumb circles my clit. I grind into him, my orgasm building quickly.

"Do not come, Bristol," he whispers at my neck, his breath hot and making the hairs stand at attention where it brushed across my skin.

"Or what?" I challenge.

"Or I'm going to spank you so hard you will be unable sit on your pretty little ass tomorrow."

His words send a shock of excitement rushing straight to my core.

"Fuck," I moan as my orgasm threatens to explode like a ticking time bomb.

"Don't," he whispers, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

He pumps a finger inside slowly until his palm is flush against my clit. I circle my hips, biting down on my lip at how fucking good it feels. His fingers inside me. My nipples pinched tightly in clamps. My clit exposed and pinched perfectly so that every circle I make with my hips is intoxicating. The darkness and illusion of it all makes it that much sweeter.

Sebastian adds another finger inside me, making me come so hard that my body jolts, curling in on itself. He doesn't stop. He keeps moving at the same amazing, orgasmic pace. I'm still coming when he pulls his fingers from between my legs and replaces them with his mouth.

I jump at the surprise of his warm tongue running the length of my slit. He's soft and slow at first. A slow glide of his tongue from my throbbing clit and back down inside me. One. Two. Three. Four times. If he keeps at this pace I'm going to come again and then I'm really not going to be able sit down tomorrow.

The thought of him spanking me gives me goosebumps and I need more. I rock my hips, making his tongue hit the sweet spot on my swollen clit. His hand reaches up and tugs on the chain hanging down from my nipples.

"Yes, Bash!" I cry .

His mouth abruptly pulls away from my aching core, leaving me breathless and feeling so empty. I whimper at the loss of touch but it doesn't last.

"Lean forward," he demands from behind me.

I obey, happily. My ass is in the air, my face buried into the pillows. Smack. I hear it a millisecond before I feel the burning sting on my ass cheek.

" Ahh !" I shout.

"What did I tell you?" He asks.

Smack. Another blow to the same spot.

"Not to," I pant. My whole body is frigid. Tense. Awaiting the next blow. Awaiting the next wave of pleasure that follows every fucking ounce of stinging that radiates across my skin.

The sound of something humming through the air with speed has me biting down into the pillow in anticipation before the next slap. He repeats the process on the other ass cheek until I am out of breath and almost begging for release.

He hits me one more time as he slams into me, filling me with his thick cock. I come hard around him as soon as he enters and when he picks the pace up, I don't think I ever stop. His familiar grip on my hips is going to leave a bruise with how tight he's holding onto me, but the thought only excites me further.

He pounds into me as I continue coming around him until he finds his own release, pulling out at the last second. The sounds he makes when he's pleasured and feeling the spray of his hot come on my assaulted ass cheeks is blissful. I'm flooded with so many emotions as I reel from my orgasm. From Sebastian's spanking. From the day. From the year. Everything is heavy and tears begin streaming down my face without my permission .

The bed shifts and the lack of his warmth behind me makes me shiver. I hear Sebastian's footsteps approaching and then his hands are undoing the ropes binding my wrists. Then removing the clamps. Then the blindfold. I look at him through teary eyes and when he sees my tears his whole demeanor shifts. He stiffens and eyes me with a panicked stare.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

I shake my head. "Nothing. That orgasm just made me super emotional."

"You're sure? Nothing's wrong?" He asks again, eyeing me like he doesn't believe me, making me laugh.

"Yes, baby. I'm sure. I promise."

I sit up and wipe my face, feeling a tinge of embarrassment at allowing myself to be controlled by my emotions. I smile at him and rise from the bed. He doesn't look one hundred percent convinced, but he doesn't push the issue any further. I scurry off to the bathroom to clean up and opt to go ahead and shower. I hear Sebastian rustling in the bathroom while I stand beneath the stream of hot water before he slides the curtain open and steps inside with me.

His arms wrap around my waist, and I lean my head back into his chest, soaking in the warmth of both him and the water. My eyes are closed as I stand there, basking in the complete and utter bliss of Sebastian's closeness. He moves to grab something, but I don't care enough to open my eyes. A warm, soapy washcloth finds its way across my chest and down my stomach. Sebastian bathes me, running the washcloth tenderly between my legs and sending chills down my body.

Sebastian bathes me until every inch of my body has been touched by the rag in his hand. When I finally open my eyes, my relaxed body is begging for rest. Between everything that happened today and all the orgasms, I can't wait to curl up into Sebastian and sleep.

We make it back to bed, half dried off from the shower and naked. I rest my head on his shoulder and thought escapes me as sleep drags me in.