SEBASTIAN’S POV
When Sasha moved me to the bedroom, I wasn’t expecting what came next. A massage? Sure, maybe.
But Sasha in that outfit? Her lacy lingerie clung to her curves in all the right ways, her confidence radiating as she straddled herself across my lap. A “reward,” she’d said earlier. I wasn’t about to complain.
Her hands slid over my shoulders, her fingers working out tension I hadn’t even realised was there. I leaned back slightly, letting her do her thing, but it wasn’t long before my focus shifted.
How could it not? Each time she moved, her breasts seemed to bounce teasingly, and the way she bit her lip with every pass of her hands…
My hands instinctively found her waist, steadying her as she shifted closer.
“Am I doing a good job, Mr. Knight?” she teased, her voice low, sultry.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “That depends. Are you trying to relax me or torture me?”
She laughed softly, her breath tickling my ear as she leaned forward. “Maybe a little of both.”
Her nails grazed the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. My fingers tightened on her hips as my eyes dipped lower, drawn to the way the soft fabric hugged her.
The massage was nice, sure, but my patience was wearing thin.
“Keep looking at me like that, and this massage is going to end a lot sooner than you planned,” I warned, my voice rougher than I intended.
Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “Who says that wasn’t the plan all along?”
That was it. I couldn’t hold back anymore. One hand slid up her back, pulling her closer, while the other moved to the hem of her lingerie.
With one quick tug, I shifted the fabric aside, exposing her bare skin. She gasped softly as the cool air hit her, but it was nothing compared to the sound she made when my lips found her nipple.
A low, throaty moan escaped her, and it was all the encouragement I needed. I sucked harder, my teeth grazing the sensitive peak just enough to make her squirm.
“Sebastian…” she breathed, her voice shaky but full of desire.
Her reaction only fueled me further. My hands roamed over her thighs, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.
Her warmth, her scent, everything about her was intoxicating.
“Why did you drag me in here?” I asked, my lips brushing against her skin as I spoke.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me look up at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark with need.
“Maybe,” she whispered, her breath hitching as my hands slid under the flimsy material of her outfit. “Not everything has to be a surprise, does it?”
I chuckled, low and deep, as I stood, lifting her effortlessly in my arms. “Fair enough. But if this was your plan, let me take it from here.”
She didn’t protest. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I carried her the few steps to the bed, laying her down gently.
The way her body curved beneath me, the way her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath… God, she was beautiful.
I climbed onto the bed, my weight sinking into the mattress as I hovered over her. My fingers traced the delicate straps of her lingerie before sliding them down her shoulders.
“You planned this whole thing just to drive me crazy, didn’t you?” I asked, my lips brushing against hers.
Her laugh was soft, breathless. “Maybe. Did it work?”
I didn’t answer, not with words, anyway. My mouth captured hers in a deep, searing kiss, my hands exploring every inch of her exposed skin.
She arched into me, her nails raking down my back as I pressed her deeper into the mattress.
“You have no idea what you’ve started,” I murmured against her lips, my voice thick with promise.
“Then show me,” she challenged, her tone laced with anticipation.
I smirked. Oh, I planned to.
The night blurred after that. Clothes were discarded piece by piece, each one revealing more of her, more of us.
Every touch, every kiss, every moan felt like it was branding her into my memory, into my soul.
Her fingers tugged at my belt, her impatience mirroring my own as she pushed it aside.
I didn’t stop her. Instead, I leaned back just enough to let her work, watching as her lips curved into a satisfied smile when the leather hit the floor.
“Impressive,” she teased, her eyes taking over me.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I shot back, lowering myself onto her again.
Her laughter turned into a soft gasp as my lips trailed down her neck, my hands sliding up her thighs. I took my time, savouring every reaction, every sound she made.
“Sebastian…” she whispered again, her voice trembling with need.
“I’ve got you,” I promised, and I meant it.
The rest of the night was a blur of heat and passion. We moved together, perfectly in sync, as if nothing else in the world existed.
Her name fell from my lips over and over, each time filled with more emotion than the last.
By the time we collapsed against the sheets, tangled in each other, the room was filled with the scent of us, the echo of our shared pleasure still hanging in the air.
She curled against my chest, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on my skin. “Think I did a good job, Mr. Knight?”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You outdid yourself, Mrs. Knight.”
Her laughter was soft, content, as she nuzzled closer. I held her tighter, my hand running through her hair as I let the exhaustion settle over me.
If this was her idea of a reward, I couldn’t wait to see what else she had planned.