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“Ah, okay. Then I accept your thanks. I would likethe use of my legs back, though, I’m leaking all over your nice silk bedding.”
He chuckled and slid to the side. He stretched and sighed, propping himself up on his elbow to look at me.
“Any time tonight would be good,” I said.
He sat up and uncuffed my ankles. He then stood. “No, don’t go,” I whined.
“Up, shower, then we eat.”
He walked towards the bathroom, and I reluctantly followed.
A shower was a luxury I rarely had. He didn’t have a bath, just a huge, four-person shower with two waterfall showerheads. He set the temperature and dragged me in.
“Hot, hot hot,” I squealed, trying to duck out.
“Stop being a wuss. You need the heat to soothe your skin.”
“I know my skin and it’s currently telling you to fuck right off with that bullshit.”
He stared at me. “Strike one.”
I bit my lower lip to stop from giggling and gingerly stood under the jets.
“Good girl.”
My stomach flipped, despite it already having a workout that would be befitting an Olympian.
“No you don’t,” I said, slapping it.
Sebastian laughed. He grabbed me around the waist,and I squealed as he placed me in front of him, forcing my upper body towards the wall. I placed my hands on the tiles to balance.
“No,” I said, laughing. He stilled.
“Yes,” I then said.
He entered me from behind and even though sore, it still felt like heaven. The water ran over our bodies, he held my hips as he fucked me, and I was sure I’d see double bruises there. I loved every second of it.
Chapter Twelve
Sebastian was in the kitchen and preparing something for us to eat. I had taken longer to shower because I needed to wash my hair. It was still wet and piled on top of my head. I hadn’t bought a hairdryer, and he didn’t own one. He told me to make a list of the things he needed to buy.
I stood in his dressing room with a towel wrapped around me and realised, I hadn’t packed any pyjama’s or something to lounge around in. I opened drawers and found a pair of sweat pant shorts. They’d do. I had to roll the top over a few times. Once they almost fitted, I grabbed one of his t-shirts. It was grey withNirvanaon the front. I had no idea what that meant, of course, but assumed it to be a band.
“Baby, you are never leaving this house,” he said, stalking towards me. “These look good on you.”
“Shall I tell you something?” I asked, as he lifted me and placed me on the steel counter. He nodded. “When you stayed that first night, you left your shirt. I slept with it the second night so I could feel close to you, could smell you.”
I lifted the t-shirt to my nose. Since it was clean, it didn’t have the same scent, but it was still there. A very faint hint of his aftershave.
“If you moved in with me, you could have that all the time,” he said, stepping between my thighs.
I placed my hands on his cheeks. “If only, but for now, that’s a nice dream to have. Can you imagine what my landlord would say if I tried to give up my contract early? I’m sure there would be a penalty.”
“He’d probably want to spank that gorgeous arse of yours,” he replied, turning his head and kissing my palm.
“Can I ask something?” I said, and he nodded. “Is three strikes always a spanking?”
He laughed. “No.”
