Page 80 of Corrupted Memories
Jeremy scurries over to the chair and sits on it, his body still trembling. Sebastian walks over, sets thegun down on the coffee table, and pushes the ottoman so it’s resting against Jeremy’s legs, trapping him in the chair.
“Come here, love,” Sebastian calls to me and points to stand in front of the ottoman. I walk slowly, my movement feeling drugged as nerves start to swarm inside me. When I’m standing in front of the chair facing my ex-boyfriend, Jeremy watches me with fearful eyes.
Sebastian steps behind me, pushing my hair to one side of my shoulder, and presses a soft kiss to my neck. The sensation sends chills down my skin and my nipples harden, poking out through the thin tank top.
“Did you know my girl likes to be watched when she gets fucked?” Sebastian asks and my thighs clench, my pussy throbbing already. No, Jeremy didn’t know that because we rarely left the apartment besides the need for the weekly errands, nor have we gone past a few kisses and over the clothes petting.
Jeremy doesn’t say anything or move as Sebastian chuckles from his nonresponse. “No, I didn’t think you did. I bet you also don’t know she likes to be reminded how good she feels.”
Jeremy’s face twitches at that one. He’s probably remembering the one time I asked him to be vocal while we attempted some fingering.He had whispered things like my skin was soft and my hair was silky; it was an awkward experience for both of us.
Sebastian cups the back of my neck roughly, pushing me down so I have to catch myself on the ottoman. It leaves my face almost between Jeremy’s knees. I look toward the ground, already knowing where Sebastian is taking this. His fist wraps around my hair, forcing my head up, and my eyes clash with Jeremy’s. He’s watching in horror.
“You don’t look away from him, do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I rasp as I feel his fingers skimming down my spine and playing with the waistband of my shorts near my ass. I didn’t put underwear on so if he pulls them down, he'll get an eyeful of how much I’m getting off on this display of power.
“Em—” Jeremy whispers, but Sebastian tsks.
“Do not speak or I’ll shoot you. It won’t stop me from fucking her either. Your last view as the blood slowly drains from your body will be of me defiling my wife.”
“Sebastian…” I whisper, still holding Jeremy’s eyes as he stares back at me with pity. He probably thinks Sebastian is going to take advantage of me, but he’s not. We put on shows a lot in college. The football team didn’t get the hint I was his till he fucked me ontop of the pool table in front of them. My eyebrows furrow when I think back and realize the team had walked around with bruises all over their face the week after that.
I turn to look behind me. “Did you beat up the football team after you forced them to watch us?”
He blinks at me before throwing his head back and laughing. Sebastian looks back at me and smiles. “Reminiscing? I did. Are you just now connecting that?”
I frown. “You’ve always been violent, and I never saw it.”
He leans forward and runs a knuckle down my cheek. “I never wanted you to. Now be a good girl and keep your eyes on our audience.”
Facing forward, I keep my eyes from meeting Jeremy’s, instead focusing on the tightness of his jaw, the vein pulsing on his neck. Sebastian squeezes my waist before sliding his hands to my hips, tucking his fingers into the band of my shorts and pulling them down this time, exposing me to the cold air.
I stifle a gasp as he slowly pushes the fabric to my knees and slides a hand to rest on my inner thigh. The other comes up to squeeze one of my cheeks before he lets out a soft chuckle.
“Did you know I took her virginity?” Sebastian asks, and I flicker a glance at Jeremy. “Both holes, of course. Tell me, have you fucked her ass?”
Sebastian brushes a finger along the crease between my cheeks, and I can’t hold back the gasp. Jeremy’s eyes snap to mine, fury simmering in them. No, he’d never even thought to ask if he could fuck me there. Because it seemed improper for people of our stature to do that.
I flinch as Sebastian spits on me, pushing the tip of his finger into my hole. I clench around him as the pressure burns. Jeremy closes his eyes and Sebastian chuckles. “Yeah, I didn’t think you did.”
Sebastian pulls his finger out of me, gripping my hips and pulling me back until I’m nestled against his jeans. I can feel his hard cock behind his zipper. “Tell me Jeremy, have you scooped the cum out of her pussy and made her lick it off your fingers?”
Jeremy’s eyes fly open, anger making them bright. “No.”
Sebastian hums and leans over my back, gripping my chin and moving my face to the side as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Good girl, not allowing another man to come in my pussy.”
I shiver, my nipples aching to be played with. He lets go of me, leans back, and I feel the movement of his handsas he unbuttons his pants. He removes them, and I feel the warmth of his cock next as he kneels behind me again, sliding the hard length between my pussy lips.
“Hmmm. Always so wet for me, love,” Sebastian mutters. I look up at Jeremy, who is watching Sebastian’s actions so intensely that his knuckles are white from his tight grip on the chair.
Sebastian pushes a hand onto my lower back, having me tilt my ass up more to arch as he presses the head of his dick against my entrance. “It’s sad if you think about it. Two years and you never fucked her. I had her sucking my dick the first night. Then I fucked her raw the next day in the back of my car.”
It’s a white lie. He didn’t touch me for months, waiting for me to make the first move. And when I did… Well, it escalated very quickly and we never stopped. We hadn’t even stopped for condoms that night, and I needed to get on birth control the next day because Sebastian wanted to never have anything between us.
Jeremy glances down at me and I look away. “You sound like a real gentleman,” he grits out. My heart skips a beat at Jeremy’s retort. He has never been confrontational, and I have no idea why he’s choosing now of all times to be reckless.
Sebastian chuckles and he thrusts in with a quick snap of his hips. I gasp, clawing at the edge of the ottoman to prevent my face from falling directlyinto Jeremy’s lap. His fingers dig into the flesh at my sides as he pulls out and thrusts in just as harshly.
