IT’S two minutes before noon when I arrive at Sebastian’s door. Though it was an adrenaline rush to sneak across campus, knocking on his door is an entirely different beast. I have no doubt that he chose this time because the majority of the school is at the football game, but even so, there’s always the possibility of getting caught.
Located on the far northeast corner of campus, his house is the most secluded in the teacher’s village. I catalogued most of the details inside from my last visit, but I wonder if anything has changed. Focusing on that simple thought calms the raging beat of my heart when Sebastian opens the door.
Today, he’s wearing dark wash jeans, a black polo shirt, and a downright predatory gaze. His eyes sweep over my crushed red velvet skirt and thin cream-colored blouse. I wonder if he can tell that I’m wearing nothing else beneath it. He opens the door wider, wordlessly cocking his head to the side to gesture me in. I follow his silent command and pause on the threshold of his living room, waiting for his next instruction. Sebastian seems to sense my uncertainty, and he makes a point to let me know.
“This is your last chance to back out, Stella. You can still run away, and from now on, we will be nothing more than strangers.”
“We’ll never be strangers, Sebastian.” I meet his gaze head on. “You’ve been inside me.”
His eyes pool with an undeniable hunger, but as bad as I think he wants this, I’m also certain he wishes I would set him free. He’ll never admit that he’s just as fucked as I am. I came here today with the understanding that he will do everything in his power to push me away. Logically, I’m prepared for it, but emotionally, I think Sebastian Carter might be the death of me.
“So you’ve made your choice then?” he asks. “You want to continue down this path with the understanding that it can only end in catastrophe?”
“I’m handing you the loaded gun,” I reply. “Now what are you going to do with it?”
“Shoot, Stella,” he answers mournfully. “I always shoot.”
“All good love stories end in tragedy.” I swallow.
His eyes flare, and his features turn to stone. “This isn’t a love story, baby. It’s just a tragedy. Now take off your clothes or leave.”
Piece by piece, I remove every shred of clothing I have on until I’m standing before him naked and vulnerable, just how he likes me. This is his game, and I am his perfect little doll.
“Kneel.” He points at the floor. “Spread your legs so I can see your pussy.”
The position is awkward and exposing, but I do as he bids, never breaking eye contact. For every challenge he issues, I will rise to the occasion. For every harsh command, I will work to prove myself to him. And until he sees that, I’m not giving up on Sebastian Carter.
“Do you think it wise?” He circles me like a shark in bloody waters, slowly removing his leather belt from his jeans. “To walk across campus with your tits chafing against that white blouse for any pre-pubescent motherfucker to see?”
“It wasn’t for them.” I crane my neck to look up at him. “Nobody saw.”
“Those tits are mine, Stella,” he growls as he lowers himself onto his knees in front of me. “They are for my eyes only. Understand?”
“I understand,” I whisper as he loops his belt around my neck and pulls the end taut in his hand. I really am at his mercy now, and he wants me to know it.
“Bend over,” he growls. “Onto your forearms. Keep your ass in the air.”
I do as he requests, staring at a spot on the wall while I hold my breath. What’s he going to do with me now? His palm slides over the curve of my ass, stroking me and warming the skin beneath his solid fingers. And then, without warning, he slaps my ass so hard my entire body lurches forward as I cry out in shock.
“You can scream if you want to,” he tells me. “Nobody will hear you.”
Before I can process the weight of his statement, he slaps my ass again. It shouldn’t please me, but it does. I know this is a test. He’s trying to scare me. He wants me to run. But Sebastian doesn’t understand how resilient I am. A secret smile curves my lips as he smacks me again and again, leaving red handprints all over the flesh of my ass and against the back of my thighs. He’s nearly breathless when he finally stops, and I’m soaked.
“Fucking Christ,” he murmurs as he dips two fingers inside me from behind. “You are a little deviant, aren’t you?”
I don’t answer because he slaps my clit next and then starts to finger fuck me. It’s all I can do to stay upright on my hands and knees, and in this position, so exposed, it feels insanely good. It’s rougher than he’s ever been, and holy fuck, I feel like I’m going to explode. I don’t even know what’s happening, but when he pulls the belt tight around my throat, I welcome the uncertainty and pain. And then Sebastian surprises me yet again when he leans down and bites my ass so hard, I will undoubtedly be marked for days.
My scream gets swallowed back down my throat as the belt cinches tighter and tighter, and his fingers fuck me harder and harder. And then, against all control, it’s happening. My orgasm rips through my entire body and splashes against his fingers as I collapse on the floor. Blood rushes between my ears like a freight train, and I’m fairly certain I can’t hear or see anything. It takes me several long, deep breaths to pull myself back together, and that’s when I realize he let go of the belt at some point. Now he’s leaning back on his knees, wearing a satisfied smirk on his lips as he points at the hardwood beneath me.
“You made a mess on my floor.”
“Holy shit.” My cheeks flame when I notice the puddle there. Is that from me? It isn’t just his floor. His arm is wet too. And his shirt.
“You squirted all over me,” he answers darkly. “Now it’s my turn.”
I don’t know what that means, but I watch him as he stalks across the room and takes a seat in his oversized chair.
“Crawl to me,” he orders.