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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.

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