Sebastian
“Did you know that stars are truly magical?” Carmen asked.
I sat in the background, watching her as she floated around the patio. Her shoes were off, her foot no longer swollen and for the first time since I’d met her weeks before, she seemed free. Even laughing.
She tipped her head and the wind whipped through her long strands, several sticking to her luscious lips. “That is if you believe in magic. Maybe that’s something you need to do.” Her smile was beguiling as she took a sip of her wine, swirling the liquid in the glass then easing it onto a table.
“Maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” she breathed and gripped the railing, leaning over. The girl was fearless.
Conversation had turned light over dinner, the kind that two people would have on a first date.
What kind of food do you like?
What’s your favorite color?
What’s your favorite movie?
Being a normal guy for a portion of the evening meant more to me than I could admit to her.
Now we were home.
Now I would take her.
And now, she would truly become mine.
Mine to fuck.
Mine to keep.
Mine to love.
I was overwhelmed with emotions that I’d never experienced as I watched her dancing to the very CD she’d demolished earlier. She was mesmerizing in every manner, her actions reminding me of only one special moment in my life. Losing Jessie had nearly broken me, but college romances never seemed to last very along, especially given the moment she’d found out who I really was, she’d run away in fear.
I sighed and took another sip of my scotch, hungrier for a taste of her than I’d ever been. My cock and balls ached to the point I shifted my hand between my legs, stroking in a rigorous manner. I knew I’d need relief soon.
“Come here,” I commanded.
She didn’t respond for a few seconds then shifted to face me, running her fingers along the cool metal railing. “Why?”
“Because I told you to.” I held the glass to my mouth, drinking in the liquor’s essence, but I knew my thirst could never be quenched, certainly not with scotch.
Carmen twirled before heading in my direction. I knew at least some of her giddiness was fake, an attempt to push what her father told her out of her mind. I vowed to try to make her life better in every regard. Sighing, I took another sip before planting the tumbler on the side table.
Purring, she moved within a few inches, placing her hand on her cocked hip and blowing me a kiss. “What do you want?”
“You mean what will I take.” I merely rose slightly from the chair, grabbing her by both arms and yanking her closer. I slid my hands under the hem of her dress, brushing my fingers up along the backs of her thighs. Her sweet moans were my reward. The touch of her skin against my rough fingers was exquisite, driving another bolt of electricity shooting into my extremities.
She dragged the tip of her tongue across her lips as she placed her hands on my shoulders, staring at me intently. The beautiful bright moon highlighted only a portion of her face, the look enticing as fuck.
“You’re always going to be a very bad girl.”
“That’s what you like about me,” she whispered.
“Not if it almost gets you kidnapped or worse.”
“Do you think we’ll ever really be safe?”
I caressed her bottom then dug my fingers into her voluptuous cheeks, pulling her even closer. “I won’t lie to you that we will always be in a certain level of danger, but I promise you with my life that I will do everything to protect and care for you.”
“But will you love me?” The angst in her voice cut into me like a knife.
“I already do.”
Her eyes opened wide as a smile curled across her lips. She lowered her head, breathing across my face. The scent of her was sublime, laced with exotic spices and the sweetest hint of vanilla. Just like the woman herself-sweet and spicy. “I shouldn’t care about you. I should run far away from you. You’re dangerous and oppressive, dominating and yet breathtaking. For some crazy reason, I can’t get enough of you. Somehow, you’ve managed to tug at my heartstrings. I’m just afraid.”
“I promise you that I’ll never allow any harm to come to you.”
“But what about hurt?” She didn’t wait for my answer, smashing her lips against mine and crawling onto my lap, straddling my legs. As she thrust her tongue inside my mouth, I allowed her to explore, our tongues entwining. She undulated her body against mine, creating a wave of friction.
I rolled my fingers up and down the crack of her ass, sliding the tip until it was just inside her dark hole. The moan into the kiss was wild and reeking of passion. I pumped my finger in and out several times then leaned back in the chair, smacking her bottom several times.
Carmen broke the kiss long enough to whimper, her breathing shallow and ragged.
“Such a naughty girl,” I said under my breath, the tone gravelly. I smacked her again. And again. Moving from one side to the other.
She wiggled, shifting back and forth before arching her back. As if she was asking to be disciplined.
As if she was craving a slice of pain.