Page 50 of Sebastian

“Keep that up, and you’ll be getting that surprise sooner than you think.”

He shifts on the couch to reach the platter of bite-sized food by me.As he stacks his skewer full of meat and shrimp before dunking it in the cheese, a naughty little thought of using this fondue for other things runs through me. I push the idea out of my mind, as we need to focus on this party to make it suitable for his staff since it’s so last-minute. While the movie plays and we enjoy the different fondue combinations, I pull my notebook from my purse and review the list of things I jotted down at the office.

Time flies by with our attention divided between discussing party details, enjoying delicious food, and flirting with each other. The champagne flows freely, causing my handwriting to get messier and illegible when Seb tries to read exactly what he needs to do tomorrow.

It’s when I shove my shoulder into his that he practically tackles me onto the couch and starts tickling me relentlessly. My foot hits the coffee table, and I almost knock over one of the bubbling pots, which clatters off the burner and onto the expensive wood.

Not even that commotion deters him from relentlessly tickling my ribcage, which causes me to snort and laugh at the same time. I push against his chest, trying to get his attention, but he suddenly moves away and blows out the rest of the burner before grabbing the handle to the pot of melted chocolate and the remaining platter of fruit.

“I think it’s time for your surprise now.”

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he stands and leads us out of the room. When he walks upstairs, I stop at the bottom step, unwilling to go any further until he tells me what’s up.

“I thought we were working down here.”

I clutch the railing as he balances the food, descending the stairs to join me.

“Oh, I’ve got work to do, but it’s not what you think. Now get that sweet ass up these stairs, or I’ll carry you up there myself.” I know exactly what he’s thinking, and I’m jogging up the stairs at double speed. “Ah, I like that eagerness.”

He chuckles, his footsteps heavy on the steps behind me as I wait on the landing for him to catch up.

“It’s because I know what my surprise is.”

I pull my shirt over my head in anticipation of another fun round with him. It could be the champagne talking or my excessive horniness, but I continue to strip in the middle of the hallway to his glistening eyes. By the time he reaches me, I’m standing in only my black bra and panties, waiting for what’s next.Desire surges through my veins and settles at my core. The heat from his gaze is making me wet and squirm.

“Goddamn,” he rasps, his hands full so he settles for a kiss to the top of each breast. My heart flutters, and my body aches for his touch. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

I place my hands on my hips, flicking my hair aside to offer him a better view.

“Yeah, you are.”

He nips at my sensitive skin in retaliation and nudges me toward his bedroom. Once inside, he deposits the food on the marble-top table in the corner of the room and throws back the covers on his bed. I’m left standing by the door, watching as he seems to have a particular idea of what he wants to do with me, which makes me even wetter.He stands in the shadows of the room. The only light source is the lit tree in the corner and the moonlight radiating through his windows.

“Center of the bed, Chloe. Face up.”

His voice is thick and tense, overcome with lust. I hesitate, wondering how far I can take it before he does something about it. I wasn’t sure when he asked me to stand on the counter, it was so out of the norm, but then, damn, he ate me out and fucked me against the wall.

I was rewarded when I didn’t immediately follow his command, and I’m beginning to think this should be a new game between us. How obvious I make it is still to be decided. Do I play innocent and not know what he’s talking about, or should I be bratty and defiant? There are so many choices to make before I settle on one.

“I will once you’re naked and on your knees in front of me.”

The dye has been cast. Bratty it is, or maybe dominatrix if I were into such things. Emasculating men is not hot, but getting eaten out while he’s on his knees before me definitely is.

His face remains hard to see with his back to the light. However, he complies nicely when he strips bare. That proudhard cock stares at me as if waiting for his next command, which I already gave—on his knees in front of me.

“Very good, but I think you are forgetting something.” I point to the floor and stifle my smile to see how far he’ll go. When he starts a slow prowl toward me, his cock bobbing as he walks, I release a slight smirk.

“Good—ahhhhh!” I shriek when he suddenly picks me up and tosses me on the bed, climbing onto it to hover over me.

“I thinkyou’re forgetting something,”he mimics, his voice playful yet deep. His erection presses into my hip, a bit of wetness swiping against my skin. “In my house, you follow my rules.”

I laugh, having difficulty taking him seriously, especially when he bites my chin.

“I’m older. That trumps everything. Now eat my pussy”

My palm pushes against his forehead when he ducks to kiss me, and he murmurs, “I plan to do just that.”

His fingers dive under my back, releasing my bra one-handed while tugging at the seam of my panties to pull them off. Once I’m completely naked, I widen my legs and get comfortable waiting to receive. He hops off the bed, keeping his back turned to me while he stands at the table.

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