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Then he presses himself into me and I feel his erection against my body, jutting into my stomach. I try to pull away but he’s got me pinned down.

“Wait..” I start, the fear rising.

“Just look baby,” he says, quickly pinning both my hands together in one arm as he takes his other hand and drags it down between us. He’s reaching into my loose pajama shorts before I know it and his finger drags across my clit. I jolt from the sudden intrusion and the flurry of emotions it brings. He then pulls his hand back up between our faces and shows me his finger, wet from my pussy.

“Your body knows what it wants, little mouse.”

I’m embarrassed then, and almost ashamed. I clearly had more to drink than I thought. I start to wriggle away from him. “Sebastian, I can't do this.” I sit up on the bed and walk into his bathroom, shutting the door. I know I’m being immature, hiding in the bathroom and not facing this man who I am suddenly aware may love me. But I’m not ready to be out there with him.

Time passes. I busy myself washing my face and brushing my teeth, trying to think of what I can offer Sebastian at this point when I don’t even know what I want. By the time I leave the bathroom he’s left for the couch. I crawl into his bed and realize then that he was right. My body is electrified still, and I’ve been trying to ignore the impact his touch had on me. I fall asleep wishing he was next to me now.

Chapter 59

Sebastian

“Shit” I hiss as grease hits my stomach. I’m trying to make fucking scrambled eggs and it’s not going well. I’m frazzled. I grab for my coffee cup and come up short when I realize it’s empty. It’s my third one already this morning but I’ve been up all night. Corrine already left with Xavier for the day, promising she would be back later to check on her sister. I assured her I could handle making sure Riley was OK today, but she just rolled her eyes and walked out the door. I’m secretly hoping Xavier can keep her away from my apartment for longer than a few hours. She’s been here every day since Riley’s incident and I can’t help being annoyed that she’s taking up so much of Riley’s time. I selfishly want her all to myself but I also know I need that barrier to keep me in control. I’m two seconds from ripping her clothes off and taking her the way I normally would with any woman in my bed. I groan, feeling my dick swell beneath my sweatpants. I’m contemplating another morning shower session with my hand when I turn around to find wide brown eyes staring at me from across the kitchen island.

“Mo-Morning” I stammer out quickly.

I’m too stunned that Riley is completely out of the bedroom to say anything else. I’m also trying not to jump the counter and ravage her. Her hair is tousled, giving her that freshly fucked look and the smooth creamy skin of her legs are peaking out from beneath the oversized T-shirt she wore to bed. She looks sexy as fuck. My eyes trail back up from her legs to hers when I realize she’s not looking at my face anymore. She’s looking at the impressive bulge I’m currently sporting under my sweats. She bites her lip making a groan escape my mouth for a second time this morning. Her eyes flick back up to mine and her cheeks turn pink.

“Hi” she squeaks out.

“See something you like, little mouse?” I ask her

She blushes even more but doesn’t respond.

I stalk around the island, causing her to turn quickly, her back hitting the counter. Both my arms grasp the edge of the countertop, pinning her in. I lean in inhaling her sweet scent before whispering “were you checking me out Riley?”

She starts to shake her head no, but then stops herself, gulping. I’m treading a thin line here. I don’t want to push her too far but I can see it in her eyes that she still wants me. Suddenly a thought occurs to me. I mentally kick myself for not thinking of it sooner. I grab her hand and start to drag her towards the bedroom. She tries to pull from my grip.

“Sebastian, wait.” She exclaims and I turn around towards her, noting the fear in her eyes.

“Do you trust me?” I ask her, tilting her chin up so she’s looking me directly in the eyes.

Her lower lip trembles but she manages to whisper out a “yes.”

I kiss her. I can’t even help it. It’s not the normal ravaging, ‘I’m going to fuck the shit out of you’ kiss I would normally give. It’s light and deep all at once. It’s slow and passionate and consuming and the exact opposite of any other kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life. It’s fucking everything. I pull back from her and she just stares at me, looking just as confused as I feel at that moment.

“Come on” I whisper, dragging her back to the room once more. I let go of her hand as we enter the bedroom and head towards my bed dropping to my knees. Pulling out the box I stashed under my bed, I open it to find the fuzzy pink handcuffs I bought a few months ago. It’s actually a set of two I purchased on a whim. I happened to be out with Xavier and saw them, immediately thinking of Riley and what I wanted to do to her while she was handcuffed to my bedposts. Xavier gave me shit about pink handcuffs for a week straight after that.

Setting the box next to the bed I throw the cuffs towards the end of the bed and lay down spreading my arms out towards each post. “Handcuff me Riley.”

She’s still standing by the door and her eyes immediately widen. “I can't,” she gasps.

Fuck this isn’t going how I thought it would, I think to myself. I look around, trying to figure out how to fix this situation before she decides to lock herself in the bathroom again. My eyes catch on the black silk fabric sticking out of the box on my nightstand. Hastily I grab the silk and tie it around my head, covering my eyes. I lay back down and throw my arms out towards the posts again.

“Handcuff me,” I say again.

The seconds feel like hours before the sound of her footsteps approaching the bed hits my ears. I breathe out a silent sigh of relief when I feel the bed dip and her slender fingers grip my wrist, enclosing the handcuff around it. Her hair brushes across my chest as her body leans over mine to clasp the other wrist in handcuffs as well.

“What now?” she asks.

“Whatever you want little mouse. Take your control back. Use me however you want. You have complete control. I want you to understand how powerful you really are.”

She doesn’t say anything and after a moment I can feel her fingertips trail across my abs, making me suck in a breath. She gets bolder, pressing her entire palm against my skin and dragging it down, barely brushing the waistline of my sweatpants. Her hand comes so close to my dick I swear it doubles in size and I know she can see it tenting in my pants. I can’t see her but I can feel the tips of her fingers just barely hovering above my erection. She just barely touches it and I can’t help it. My hips immediately buck up. Her hand quickly draws back.

“I’m sorry…” I start to say but before I can finish my sentence she surprises me by shoving her hand in my pants and gently palming my dick.

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