Page 20 of Please Hate Me

“Guess we’d better take this toourroom, huh?“ He seemed to take pleasure in the fact we now lived together, and that made me happy.

“Tell me, Princess, am I allowed to do anything I want to you?”

I thought for a minute. In the world of sex, I had yet to find a hard limit. There was nothing I wouldn’t try once as long as it ended in an orgasm.

“Remember, no breath play.”

“It’s bad for the baby,” he agreed. “What about wax?”

My brows raised. “You know I like wax.”

His cheeks reddened slightly. Sebastian was always extremely upfront with me, so I knew he’d watched my sex tape when an anonymous culprit leaked it a few years back. Wax was just one of the kinks featured in the now-infamous video that seemed to haunt my every interview.The world wants a porn star,my father had told me, and even though I would much prefer a squeaky-clean reputation, sex sells.

“I just wanted to make sure,” he continued, bringing himself to his feet. His shoulders slouched ever-so-slightly, bringing him closer to his brother’s height.

Stop thinking about Lucian, God dammit.

“Come on, Princess.” He laced his fingers in mine. “I want to make up for lost time.”

My towel remained on the bathroom floor as he pulled me through the apartment. The space wasn’t large, but I tried to remind myself it would be enough for the three of us until we could finally escape to Sebastian’s Victorian dream house in Portland.

The living room, while mostly clean, was very much a bachelor’s paradise. The ceiling was lined with LEDs cyclingslowly through the colors of the rainbow. One entire wall was taken up by a long shelf full of comics and completed Lego creations. He pulled me through the space and into the bedroom.

The door slammed behind us, and although I wanted to take a second to look around, Sebastian was already pressing his lips to mine, joining us in frantic kisses as his hands caressed my bare sides. I followed his lead, running my hands up his shirt. The thin cotton lifted easily, but I was far too short to push it all the way up his massive frame. Sensing that I was stuck, Sebastian grabbed the bottom of the garment and tugged it out of my hands. He pushed me gently onto the bed as he tossed the fabric over his head. The blue material fluttered to the floor as I took in all six-feet-five-inches of the complete and uttermantowering in front of me.

Before I left America, Sebastian had been an awkward, scrawny teen—tall, but no meat or muscle on his bones. So, I was shocked the first time he and I reunited. He had warned me he looked a little different, and I told him the same. People always change during the transition from adolescence to adulthood, after all. But he’d failed to mention that he had spent countless hours in the gym, buffing himself up until he looked like he was modeled after Hercules himself.

The barbell piercings in Sebastian’s nipples caught the light as he lurched forward, pressed me against the bed, and sunk his teeth into my neck. My breath hitched, and I bucked against him. I was sure I’d have a giant mark on my neck after a bite like that. Fortunately, Sebastian would be the only one to see it, since I had absolutely no desire to leave his apartment.

After the first bite, he moved lower, nibbling on my collarbone before pulling away. A lustful haze hung behind his eyes as his chest heaved.

“I have a sex swing,” he blurted.

“...Okay? And?”

He pulled his lower lip through his teeth, staring me down like a predator eyeing its prey. “I’m going to put you in it, and you’re going to like it.”

I jerked back, producing an audible creak from the springs in the mattress.

“What, no ‘please’? No ‘Hey Mason, are you comfortable being held up by ropes?’”

A beat of silence fell between us as Sebastian looked me over. Sebastian wanted to be dominant, and that was fine, but he needed to learn there was more to doming than just bossing his submissive around. Fuck, we hadn’t even talked about a safe word—Sebastian always said he didn’t need one. I trusted him, but I would have liked that extra layer of security.

“Why wouldn’t you be comfortable with it?” He stood before heading to the closet.

“Uhm...” I looked down at my stomach. “Because I’m kind of the size of a house right now?”

He glanced back at me with exaggerated concern. “Don’t be silly. Houses are much larger.”

I winced at his meager attempt to comfort me, but quickly hid my reaction as Sebastian turned around. He removed a mass of black ropes and searched through them until he found a pair of silver hooks, which he fastened over the top of the closet door. Then, he shut the door and straightened out the straps.

I watched skeptically as he gave the stirrups a few tugs and then leaned back, lifting his feet and settling his full weight into the device. The door creaked softly as he began bobbing up and down, testing the limits of the ancient hinges. But he kept bouncing, and after a while, he seemed satisfied that it wasn’t going anywhere. I, on the other hand, wasn’t convinced.

“Have you, uh, been planning this?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it wasn’t aplan,per se. But I was reading up on sex and pregnancy, and one of the forums recommended this. They said it was good for your hips.”

Sebastian smiled as he slowly slipped out of his jeans. His dick stood at attention, and the three piercings that ran along his seam were barely visible underneath. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I remembered how they felt inside me.

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